Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 1287

1287 Crush the Immortal Source World? Who Gave You the Courage? (4)
There were many, too many.

It seemed like they couldn’t be killed.

Even if the sword formation formed a united front, and the power of the sword light converged, it still couldn’t kill these figures.

In the rear of the army, a calm-looking Huang Zhihu with a long sword hanging from her waist.

Beside her, the former commander of the Mystic Sun Guards, Lu Yang, and many Heaven Mystic generals were also present.

The expressions of the crowd were filled with tension.

“Huang Zhihu, you have some means to support yourself in such a dire situation,” a long laugh echoed from the void.

A Daoist in a gray-blue robe, radiating immortal light, stepped forward, followed by a group of cultivators with similar immortal light flashing around them.

Immortal light enveloped them, a phenomenon only achievable by Heaven Immortals.

All these people in front of them were all at the Heaven Immortal realm!

In the mortal world, only Human Immortals, and Heavenly Venerables were considered the pinnacle of the world.

But now, so many Heaven Immortals had suddenly appeared.

“The Four Spirit Realms summoned us from the Lower Realms with the power of one realm and gathered a large army from the Nine-Directional Realms to surround your army of sword cultivators.

“You, Huang Zhihu, are really extraordinary.”

As the Daoist moved forward slowly, he chuckled.

The immortal light around him separated the space thousands of feet around him, as if the battle of the army had nothing to do with him.

His gaze fell on Huang Zhihu, and his eyes lit up. “I am He Qu, an elite disciple of the Cloud Court Dao Sect in the Immortal Realm. Are you willing to be my Dao companion?”

He waved his hand and said loudly, “As long as you are willing to serve me in this mortal world, I will give you the Four Spirit Realms as a gift.

“When I return to the Immortal Realm, I can take you with me.

“Don’t worry, although I have a Dao companion in the Immortal Realm and cannot give you a formal status, I can still make your life in the Immortal Realm comfortable.”

There was eagerness in the Daoist’s eyes.

The cultivators behind him were already smiling.

It was rare to be able to subdue such a large army effortlessly.
Moreover, not only did Huang Zhihu possess extraordinary commanding abilities, but she was also a beauty.

Huang Zhihu looked up.

“Go away.”

Her voice was calm.

In the void, He Qu frowned.

Anger appeared on his face.

He waved his hand, tearing apart the void in front of him, and his figure descended, with a golden talisman emerging from his palm, heading straight for Huang Zhihu.

Beside Huang Zhihu, Lu Yang and the others felt their bodies sink and struggled to draw their swords and activate their sword lights, but they couldn’t break through the immortal light flashing on the golden talisman.

“The Heaven-Sealing Talisman, even Heaven Immortals can be suppressed by it. None of you can escape,” He Qu sneered and activated the talisman again.

“The Heaven-Sealing Talisman?” Huang Zhihu muttered, drew her long sword, and then said in a low voice, “Slash.”

“Boom—”

The originally scattered Sword Formation instantly merged, and the 365 sword lights converged into one.

This sword emitted a sinister aura.

3,650,000 sword cultivators gathered into the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation!

This sword formation was Huang Zhihu’s greatest reliance and her true means of sweeping through the world.

“You—”

He Qu widened his eyes and raised his hand, using one golden talisman after another to block in front of him.

The cultivators behind him also panicked, and various immortal lights intertwined to form barriers.

“Do you dare to draw your sword?

“After today, I will shatter your sword formation and bring about the destruction of your world—”

He Qu stared at the sword light that was about to hit him, trembling all over, and roared through gritted teeth.

This sword light was so strong that he had no confidence in resisting it.

With a determined expression, Huang Zhihu raised her hand without hesitation and swung her sword down.

The sword light tore through the heavens and earth, cutting the void into nothingness.

All the immortal lights and talismans in front of He Qu were torn to shreds.

He was terrified.

Truly terrified.

This sword light was so powerful that his strength was completely unable to withstand it.

Gritting his teeth, he took out a half-blood-red spear from his waist.

As soon as this spear appeared, a majestic force surged, transforming into a red crocodile.

The 100,000-foot-tall crocodile raised its head, and there was a surge of killing intent in its blood-red eyes.

“Boom—”

The sword light collided with the crocodile and slowly dissipated after shattering it.

He Qu was also sent flying by this strike, spitting out blood containing golden immortal light from his mouth.

“All of you, all of you must die…”

He gritted his teeth and roared frantically.

Huang Zhihu raised her hand again.

He Qu hesitated for a moment, then turned and fled.

The other cultivators followed suit and fled.

The figures surrounding the sword formation below slowly retreated.

In the distance, several strong figures from the Four Spirit Realms, wearing Daoist robes and fine clothes, shook their heads and sighed.

They had spared no effort to arrange this ambush, but they didn’t expect it to end in failure.

“Hehe, it’s fine. After today, Huang Zhihu will face off against this elite of the Cloud Court Dao Sect, and we’ll have an easier time.”

An old man with a white beard shook his head, his face filled with regret and a trace of luck.

“But why does this Cloud Court Daoist Sect need so many living beings as blood sacrifices when they come to the mortal world?” another Daoist in a blue robe and a golden crown asked in a low voice.

The others shook their heads.

In the front, the sword formation slowly closed.

Huang Zhihu’s face was pale as she sheathed her sword.

“Commander, what should we do now?” The person who spoke was He Xuanqi, who was wearing light armor and carrying two long swords on his back.

The technique’s goal was to attempt the impossible.

He was now with Huang Zhihu’s army and could preside over a region.

In the army, there were many experts like him from the Nine Mystic Mountain.

In their opinion, Huang Zhihu was Senior Brother Han’s adopted daughter, and she was the one they were supposed to protect.

Joining the army was not about gaining merit or achievements; it was about protecting Huang Zhihu.

“Uncle He, Brother Lu Yang, order the army to retreat.” Huang Zhihu lowered her voice and gritted her teeth.

Her gaze was fixed on the direction in which those cultivators were fleeing.

Retreat?

This was the first time Huang Zhihu had issued an order to retreat.