Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 727
727 The Nine-Story Sword Pavilion, with a Glance Transcending Time and Space (2)
Not killing me?
The sword cultivator left in a daze. After walking dozens of feet away, he even looked back.
Han Muye checked. Sure enough, the sword that had been watered with Qi and blood had a life force.
He looked around and smiled.
!!
“Boom!”
The long sword in his hand turned into endless sword light and rushed into the distance.
…
Outside the Sword Pavilion, Xu Chuanhe and a few old men in green robes stood side by side.
All of their expressions were very solemn.
Around the Sword Pavilion, many disciples of the Six Stalwart Pavilion injected their strength into it to help the Sword Pavilion operate.
Due to the death of its master, the power of this six-story Sword Pavilion was slowly collapsing.
Without the support of external forces, it would have collapsed long ago.
However, the six-story Sword Pavilion was the Dao Domain of a great sword cultivator. How could the disciples of the Six Stalwart Pavilion bear to see it collapse?
“I wonder if we can find a master for the Sword Pavilion now,” a long-bearded elder frowned and said softly.
“Zhu Yuran, Zheng Tao, and Wang Mingxu are all elites of the Sword Pavilion. I hope they can be recognized by the Sword Pavilion,” a white-haired old man said calmly with his hands behind his back.
“Also, Han Muye.” Xu Chuanhe’s eyes lit up.
The other elders nodded.
They were not worried that the Sword Pavilion would be taken by outsiders. Without the sword techniques of their sect as a catalyst, it was impossible to refine the Sword Pavilion without the compatibility of their sect’s cultivation techniques.
“Sigh, it’s a pity that Han Muye has offended too many people. Shui Yue’er from the Water Spirit Palace…” An old man shook his head and sighed softly.
The expressions of Xu Chuanhe and the others also changed slightly.
In the Sword Pavilion trial, life and death were unpredictable.
“Buzz!”
Suddenly, the golden pavilion shook slightly, causing the sword qi to tremble.
“Master, the Sword Pavilion seems to be waking up.”
A disciple exclaimed.
Waking up.
Can the Sword Pavilion wake up?
How was this possible? Ever since the Sword Pavilion Master died, the Sword Pavilion had fallen silent!
However, at this moment, the halo on the Sword Pavilion was clearly becoming more lively.
Can it be that the Sword Pavilion is really going to wake up?
What is happening in the Sword Pavilion?
Xu Chuanhe and the others looked at each other in confusion.
…
On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, there was a rocky beach.
A tall sword cultivator landed with a long sword in his hand.
“Senior Brother.” A young man holding a sword walked over.
“Senior Brother, why are you only here now?” The young man glanced at the tall sword cultivator and frowned. “Didn’t we agree to gather here? Why aren’t the other senior brothers here yet?”
Hearing his words, a trace of fear flashed across the tall sword cultivator’s face. He said in a low voice, “I reckon that they are stumped on the first floor of the Sword Qi Wasteland.
“I don’t know where this lunatic came from. He didn’t think about gathering the swords and rushing to the second level of the Sword Qi Wasteland, but he attacked everywhere. As long as it’s a sword cultivator who enters the Sword Qi Wasteland, he will fight him.”
Is there such a person?
The young sword cultivator had obviously arrived early and did not know about this matter. He asked curiously, “Then this person was not killed?”
The tall sword cultivator shook his head, the fear on his face intensifying.
He raised his arm, revealing his torn robe. “One strike.”
The wound was about a foot long, and the blood had already congealed.
The young sword cultivator widened his eyes and said in a low voice, “He injured you with one strike?
“Doesn’t that mean that his Sword Dao cultivation is extremely strong?
“What is such an expert doing on the first floor?”
The tall sword cultivator shook his head.
How did he know?
On the second level of the mudflats, almost every sword cultivator who came later cursed softly.
Gradually, some people knew who the sword cultivator who was challenging everywhere on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion was.
Imperial View Sword Shop, Han Muye.
This guy had swept through almost all the sword cultivators who could challenge him, and he had injured them but not killed them.
Many people were secretive, but they could not hide the fact that they had been defeated by Han Muye.
“Do you think he doesn’t know the rules of the Sword Pavilion’s trial and thinks that he’s challenging the wasteland? Does he not know the rules of gathering swords and rushing to the second floor?”
Someone suddenly spoke with a smile in his eyes.
“I don’t think so…
“It’s possible. He came to Scattered Stars Island from outside. The Six Stalwart Pavilion might not have told him the rules.”
Someone gloated.
The sword cultivators who had been injured by Han Muye were happy again.
So what if you’re strong? You’re still on the first floor. Don’t you know how to come up?
…
At this moment, there were not many cultivators on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.
Han Muye was in the wasteland, and there were long swords growing around him.
After five days of collecting blood and qi and watering them, these swords had already recovered their vitality.
When the number of swords that recovered their vitality reached a thousand, Han Muye could feel that the entire wasteland was recovering.
The clouds that were originally frozen began to roll.
Many strange beasts with swords on their backs were slashed by the long swords.
Many swords were also eaten by strange beasts.
Vitality.
In five days, Han Muye had defeated countless sword cultivators.
A powerful Heaven Realm cultivator was so weak that he had just entered the Meridian Opening stage.
Some were defeated by a single sword strike, and blood splattered everywhere. Some fought for a hundred moves, and finally, blood splattered everywhere.
No one was Han Muye’s match.
On the mudflats on the second floor, more people were silent.
So what if I could come to the second floor? I’m still unable to block a single sword strike from Han Muye.
“Boom!”
When the number of swords filled with blood reached 100,000, the entire Sword Pavilion shook. Boundless sword qi curled up and rose into the air.
Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and looked at the blade.
At this moment, the sword in his hand seemed to be calling out.
He reached out his left hand and gently pressed the blade with his palm, slowly clenching it.
It was stained with blood.
The blood on his palm wrapped around the sword with his Qi and blood.
The moment his blood dripped onto the wasteland, all the sword qi in the air turned into a torrent and collided with the long sword in front of him.
