Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Holy Land of Sword Court, the Eternal Sword Platform.

Back then, the Shadow Sword Court was the strongest swordsmanship inheritance in the world.

It is a pity that this swordsmanship inheritance was eventually broken, leaving only the place where the inheritance gathered, the Eternal Sword Platform.

A group of remaining sword cultivators, holding their own inheritance, gathered at the Eternal Sword Platform, dreaming of the revival of swordsmanship.

Kendo has declined and cannot be revived.

Every inheritance in the world, once it declines, will be difficult to reunite.

"Buzz——"

Ahead, a sword light appeared, stabbing Han Muye in the head.

This sword light is fast and contains original power, a power that can shatter the surrounding void.

A master in the realm has no chance of resisting in front of such sword light.

Han Muye was not in the Dominion realm, so this sword light posed no threat to him.

But seeing the sword light coming, he still raised his hand.

"when--"

The sword light collided, his body remained motionless, and the sword light in front shattered.

A middle-aged man holding a long sword looked solemn, and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

"You can break my sword of time, who are you?"

Han Muye shook his head and looked forward.

"Buzz——"

Billions of sword lights rose up, and the entire void was filled with sword lights between heaven and earth.

"Ten thousand swords to welcome guests, how is it possible? Even if the divine realm arrives, there will not be ten thousand swords to welcome guests in the Sword Court..." The middle-aged sword cultivator holding a long sword had a look of confusion on his face.

"Haha, Marquis Weiyuan is here. We and the remaining cultivators of the Sword Court are waiting for you."

A voice sounded in the void.

One after another figures stepped out of the void and landed in front of Han Muye.

This is an old man wearing a white robe, a golden crown on his head, and a figure with a sword floating behind his back.

Han Muye cupped his hands, clasped his fingers together, and saluted as a sword cultivator.

This is a swordsman's respect for the swordsman who adheres to the tradition.

"Marquis Weiyuan, please."

The old man in front chuckled and returned the greeting.

Although the sword court collapsed, it was still a piece of heaven and earth.

Entering this world, Han Muye could feel the endless swords and the flickering light of the swords.

The source of power in this world is the way of the sword.

"I've heard that Marquis Weiyuan became a god with swordsmanship. There are billions of layers of void. There are really not many people who can become gods with swordsmanship."

"I am waiting for Marquis Weiyuan to come."

The old man in front said this with a smile on his face: "Since you have become a god in swordsmanship, how can you not come to the Eternal Sword Platform?"

Han Muye raised his head and saw a long stretch of stone steps in front of him.

Not stone steps.

It was a tower built with long swords.

At the top of countless stone steps, there is an attic with a hint of decay.

The attic looks like the sword pavilion that Han Muye used to guard.

"It is said that the top of the sword platform is the realization of the creator level of swordsmanship. Unfortunately, since the previous sword master entered the eternal heaven, no one can go to the top of the sword platform."

An old man with a white beard looked at the stone steps and sighed.

The previous sword master?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the old man who made the noise.

"I also know some news about the Sword Court. Why don't I know the name of the previous sword master?"

He has several swords from the Sword Court in his hand. Why is there no name of the previous sword master among them?

"In fact, don't say that Marquis Weiyuan doesn't know the name of the previous sword master. Even in the world of gods, few people know about him."

"The previous sword master came from the endless void, stepped onto the top of the sword platform, and then swept across the world with his sword. He said that the way of swordsmanship had declined and he was going to the eternal heaven to pursue the true way of heaven."

"His name is Lu Yue."

Lu Yue?

Han Muye was stunned.

Lu Yue has been here before, and even stepped onto the sword platform to become the sword master of the sword court?

The Origin Creator said that Lu Yue went to the Eternal Heaven.

"It seems that Marquis Weiyuan has heard of the name of the Sword Master, but I didn't expect his identity as the Sword Master." The old man who spoke smiled and looked at Han Muye.

"Is Marquis Weiyuan interested in stepping onto the sword platform?"

Han Muye nodded.

When he came to Sword Court, of course he wanted to see the sword platform and experience the inheritance of this ancient era for himself.

He had felt the brilliance of the Sword Court's inheritance from those swords, and they were definitely not like this now.

"Then please Weiyuan Hou, follow the rules and pass through the Sword Court Ten Thousand Swords Formation first." The old man in front looked calm and raised his hand.

The sword light filled the sky and slashed down on Han Muye's head.

A formation of ten thousand swords?

Han Muye's eyes sparkled, he raised his hand and waved, and thousands of swords flew out.

The long swords collided, making it impossible for the ten thousand swords to fall down.

This scene moved all the old men in white robes.

"Over the years, many people have resisted the Ten Thousand Sword Formation with one person's power. This is the number one person who may have prevented the sword formation from coming."

"As expected, he is Marquis Weiyuan. After all, he is a strong man who has achieved the divine realm in the way of swordsmanship."

Everyone murmured, watching Han Muye activate the ten thousand sword lights, directly blocking the sword lights above the sky, preventing them from falling at all.

Not only that, the sword light he drew returned and enveloped those long swords.

"town."

The old man in white robe shouted lowly, and the endless sword light in the surrounding void turned into a torrent.

This formation is no longer a formation of ten thousand swords, but a gathering of billions of sword lights.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, raised his hand and pointed out.

In front of him, there were also billions of sword lights emerging.

From the time he transformed his swordsmanship into a fellow practitioner with the power of the Creator and God, Han Muye's control over his swordsmanship has reached a level that is unimaginable to outsiders.

A single sword light can divide hundreds of millions.

"when--"

The sound of the long swords clashing resounded, and the sword light gathered in the entire plane seemed to be overwhelming.

Han Muye was alone in front, pointing out with his finger that the endless sword light could stop this plane sword!

One man and one sword can fight for heaven and earth!

The Ancient Sword Court was nothing more than that in front of Han Muye.

"boom--"

The sword light collided and finally shattered.

Endless heaven and earth merged, and the sword light shattered.

Han Muye had a slight smile on his face.

The sword light in his hand was also attracted to fall into this plane, turning into the power of this heaven and earth plane.

It seems that this is the basis for the survival of Sword Court.

With the power of the many sword cultivators who come to the Sword Court, we will continue to consolidate this world.

"Don't be surprised, Marquis Weiyuan. This is also to keep the Eternal Sword Platform in this world, so we have to do this."

"The sword platform consumes too much of the power of heaven and earth. If it does not attract new power of heaven and earth, heaven and earth will collapse long ago."

The old man who had drawn his sword before looked at Han Muye and spoke with a complicated expression.

The Sword Court is unable to support itself and can only rely on the emerging new source of power to continue the inheritance and the world.

Who dares to believe this?

"It doesn't matter."

Han Muye waved his hand, moved, and appeared in front of the stacked stone steps ahead.

That stone step is a long sword.

His feet stepped onto the stone steps.

"boom--"

At this moment, the entire stone steps shook, and sword light rose between the endless heaven and earth.

Han Muye's figure also disappeared from the place without a trace.

"Marquis Weiyuan, I wonder where we can go?"

"At least ten thousand levels, right?"

"More than that, with his divine realm of swordsmanship, it is at least fifty thousand levels."

In front of the stone steps, everyone looked at the empty space in front of them and spoke softly.

At this time, the world around Han Muye turned into a fiery flame.

He looked up, and in front of him was a group of figures carrying ore on their backs.

"newcomer?"

"What are you still doing? Let's go."

"The mountain master's sword-making furnace is still short of returnable iron. If you don't send it to me, you will be whipped."

A voice sounded in Han Muye's ears.

Han Muye lowered his head and looked at himself.

Well, he is the new one. (End of chapter)