Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 1120

1120 Are You Interested in Joining the Blood Battle Sect?
Han Muye’s sword had always been in the sword box on his back. No one knew how many swords there were, but Han Muye had once gathered a long dragon of sword light, and there were many swords in the sword box.

Outsiders also speculated whether he was from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect and whether he also had a respected Sword Tower.

However, he had never used the sword technique of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, making it difficult for people to determine.

Of course, whether or not he was from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was not the most important thing in this wasteland.

In the Yunteng Wasteland, it ultimately depended on one’s own strength.

Just like now!

Han Muye shouted in a low voice. In the sword box behind him, tens of thousands of long swords were drawn, one after another, forming a dragon of long swords and a river of sword light.

Each longsword shone brightly, and when connected, they shone like stars in the Heavenly Cycle.

“Clang.”

A longsword collided with the oncoming sword light and vibrated slightly, then fell to the ground.

They couldn’t block his army’s advance.

The Blood Battle Sect’s technique was primarily based on malicious energy and had a strong suppressing effect on immortal light spirituality.

Han Muye’s sword was completely unable to withstand even a bit when faced with the sword of the Godless Sword Immortal Xia Jun.

But Han Muye didn’t release just one sword.

He released tens of thousands of long swords at once.

“Clang—”

“Clang—”

…

Every sword fell after colliding with the sword light of the Godless Sword Immortal.

One sword.

Ten swords.

A hundred swords.

A hundred swords.

The oncoming longsword finally slowed down slightly.

Thousands of longswords clashed against each other, finally slowing down the Godless Sword Immortal’s sword light by a tiny bit.

As long as this sword slowed down even a little, it would be enough.

Countless sword lights surrounded the longsword like locusts, and there was an endless clanging sound.

When the long sword was about three feet away from Han Muye, it had completely lost its impact and was hanging quietly in the air.

It was a greenish-gray longsword that was three feet long and one inch long. It was covered in immortal patterns, with no light on the sword edge, and the dark golden sword hilt was engraved with mysterious thunderbird patterns.

There were no more swords blocking in front of Han Muye.

At this moment, he was facing the sword directly.

“He really blocked it!” A low cry of surprise came from the surrounding void.

The Godless Sword Immortal’s sword move spanned thousands of miles, and it was as magnificent as the collapse of a sky cloud, causing countless sword cultivators to tremble in their hearts.

And within this vast area, there were probably few who dared to claim they could handle it.

“This method really looks like the sword formation of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, but it’s not.” Someone stared at Han Muye and whispered.

If he were a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, with the prestige of the Sword Tower, he could completely control the sword formation and make it even sharper than Han Muye’s current sword light.

Of course, being able to unite thousands of swords as one and break the Godless Sword Immortal’s world-shaking sword already made him one of the strongest swordsmen among the sword cultivators.
“How exciting. This trip was not in vain.” A gray-haired old man in a black robe with a black sword on his back had bright eyes and wisps of sword intent emitted from his body.

This trip was not in vain.

Being able to witness this clash of sword techniques made this trip worthwhile.

Under everyone’s gaze, Han Muye slowly extended his hand.

A faint sword light emanated from his fingertips and clashed with the long sword in front of him.

The sword light penetrated the longsword, and it suddenly trembled violently, as if it wanted to escape, but it was imprisoned and unable to leave.

“Come on—”

A furious shout echoed from thousands of miles away, accompanied by the roaring of wind and thunder.

The Godless Sword Immortal Xia Jun arrived through the void!

But crossing thousands of miles would take some time.

Han Muye’s face carried a slight smile as the intent of his sword entered the long sword.

The scene in his mind almost made him burst out laughing.

How could this be just an ordinary sword?

This was clearly a sword formed from a divine soul!

The Godless Sword Immortal Xia Jun condensed his divine soul into a sword and used it to attack from thousands of miles away.

Now, by investigating the secrets within the sword, Han Muye could directly read his memories.

Moreover, as long as Han Muye infused his own sword intent, he could directly seize Xia Jun’s sword soul, truly making him a ‘Godless Sword Immortal’!

An old man in his fifties, dressed in a black robe and eight feet tall, covered in sword light and carrying strong winds, stood 100 feet in front of Han Muye, staring at him.

He raised his hand, palm outstretched, attempting to retrieve his longsword.

But under the infusion of Han Muye’s sword intent, the sword no longer obeyed his command.

This made Xia Jun’s expression extremely ugly.

“What’s going on?” All the experts who had come from afar to witness this battle of sword techniques were full of confusion.

Why couldn’t the Godless Sword Immortal retrieve his longsword?

To a sword cultivator, the sword was like his limbs, his very life.

If someone else controlled his sword, wouldn’t that mean handing over his life?

“The techniques of this Yunlan Sword Immortal are terrifying.” Some astute experts discerned a clue and whispered.

This sword wanted to leave, but couldn’t!

In the future, anyone who wanted to fight against the Godless Sword Immortal must not use sword control techniques; otherwise, their swords might be taken away!

As they watched the trembling long sword, the Godless Sword Immortal gritted his teeth and then raised both hands.

“Buzz!”

The longsword vibrated and gradually transformed into a faint golden stream of light.

Soul power.

This sword wasn’t a real sword at all; it was the transformation of his divine soul!

This was the true secret of the Godless Sword Immortal!

Countless exclamations sounded.

The name of the Godless Sword Immortal Xia Jun had been renowned in the wilderness for tens of thousands of years, but nobody knew that the long sword he used for long-distance attacks was actually formed from his Primordial Spirit.

This guy dared to directly attack using his own Primordial Spirit, without fear of being tainted by secret techniques and having his soul directly seized?

The agility of the Primordial Spirit was not something that any sword could compare to.

However, the Primordial Spirit was still a Primordial Spirit after all. It was not as stable as a true sword. Although the spirituality in it was strong, it was easily corroded.

If they had known earlier that Xia Jun’s sword was formed from his Primordial Spirit, then it would have been impossible for him to remain undefeated for 30,000 years!