Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Layers of illusion, one long sword after another.

Han Muye advanced step by step from the Eternal Sword Platform, and his understanding of the swordsmanship became more and more profound.

There is no such thing as moving forward in this world, it is just about cutting off the ties in front of you with a sword.

No matter what race you are, no matter what your identity is, there will always be ties, ties with living beings, ties with heaven and earth, enemies and friends.

As a sword cultivator, what you have to do is to make the sword in your hand sharp enough to cut off all the shackles and move forward step by step.

I don’t know how long they have been walking, and I don’t know how many illusions they have broken. Han Muye stood in front of an old man with a white beard.

"Are you tired?"

The white-bearded old man looked at Han Muye in front of him and spoke softly.

tired?

It does feel tiring.

Han Muye knew that this was a torture of his mind and body, and he did not need to really answer at all.

"does it worth?"

The old man in front of him spoke again.

Han Muye looked at the sword in his hands.

The owner of this sword was a master of swordsmanship who had practiced for ten thousand years and entered the realm of Yuanshen.

The sect behind this great cultivator has been promoted along the way, from a small and unknown sect to a large sect.

But in the end, when the Yuanshen sword cultivator encountered a powerful enemy, the sect behind him not only failed to rescue him, but instead helped his opponent, seriously injuring the Yuanshen sword cultivator.

In anger, Yuanshen Sword Cultivator used this sword to destroy his sect.

When Han Muye entered the fantasy world, he worshiped the Yuanshen Sword Cultivator Sect and gradually grew into the strongest disciple of the Yuanshen Sword Cultivator Sect.

In that battle, Han Muye also took action, and finally used his sword to cut into pieces the Yuanshen Sword Cultivator's Yuanshen.

"Boy, I will leave the Sword Control Sect to you from now on." Not only was the Soul Sword Cultivator with his broken soul not angry, but he felt a sense of relief.

"does it worth?"

This is what Han Muye said to the Yuanshen sword cultivator.

In practice, you should let go of everything and only seek yourself.

In fact, all ties should be cut off with the sword in hand. The more ties there are, the more shackles there are, and ultimately one can only sink.

The soul sword cultivator could have given up everything and only used the sword in his hand to pursue the path in his heart.

"Ever since I couldn't make any progress in the Yuanshen Realm for thousands of years, I have expected this day."

"I've been waiting for this day."

The Yuanshen sword cultivator spoke softly, with a calm expression.

"Practice in this world is not what we think, but the great road forces us to move forward."

"As soon as we stop, we lose the chance to pursue the avenue."

"I have no chance in this life, it's up to you."

Follow the high road.

If it were someone else, in front of that Yuan Shen sword cultivator, his mind would definitely be in turmoil.

The pain of pursuing the great road and then being abandoned by it can really break one's heart.

But Han Muye was different.

Han Muye practiced all the way to the peak of being under the Creator, and his Taoist heart was so firm that outsiders could not imagine it.

He has meditated on countless swords and weapons, which means he has realized the Tao countless times.

These countless enlightenments allowed him to see through all the fog in the world.

"Actually, if you ask me if it's worth it, it's obvious that you already have doubts in your mind." Han Muye looked at the old man in front of him and gently raised his sword.

"Now that we have reached this point, I, Han Muye, must reach the top of this eternal sword platform!"

The voice fell, and the long sword in his hand was filled with endless brilliance, and he slashed down with one sword!

This sword broke all the shackles in front of and behind him, and tore the entire world apart.

The old man in front of him was smiling, and his body was cut open by this sword.

"boom--"

There is clarity between heaven and earth.

The stone steps to the sky that originally disappeared appeared in front of Han Muye.

At this time, he was already above level 10,000.

"It's amazing. He climbed ten thousand steps in one day. The swordsmanship of this Weiyuan Marquis is really tyrannical."

"Isn't the only person who can challenge the Eternal Sword Platform and reach the level of 10,000 in one day is Marquis Weiyuan for thousands of years?"

Under the stone platform, voices sounded one after another.

Han Muye turned his head and looked down, holding the sword in his hand, he moved forward.

"boom--"

In front of him, a long sword holding the sky cut off his head.

"Turning heavy into light?" Han Muye whispered, and the sword in his hand also turned into ten thousand feet, hitting the sword's edge directly.

When the long sword that cut off his head broke, Han Muye took a step forward.

"Um?"

Han Muye paused in his steps.

The sword that he cut off actually had a chain behind it, binding him outside of his body.

The most important thing is that there is a familiar aura in this sword.

"Master Mo Yuan..."

This sword that turned heavy into light was tied to Mo Yuan.

Han Muye took another step.

A long sword came to his chest.

The sword edge swept across, and the sword turned into a chain again.

"Brother Six..."

As he walked forward step by step, every ray of sword light turned into an aura that was related to Han Muye.

Unconsciously, thousands of steps forward, Han Muye has been bound with thousands of shackles.

When he took one hundred thousand steps, there were already one hundred thousand shackles, and each one was tied around him. Even if every chain was illusory, it made it difficult for him to cut with the sword in his hand.

Under the stone platform, everyone's eyes also showed solemnity.

"I have never seen a strong swordsman in the world who can carry a hundred thousand chains and still move forward."

"That's not right. Since he is a sword cultivator and every step he takes is to cut off the bonds, why does he still have so many involvements?"

All the sword cultivators had a look of confusion on their faces.

Han Muye's display of strength was extremely tyrannical, but the involvement of a sword cultivator that shouldn't be involved was also shocking.

How can we advance to this point in the world of cultivation, which is so involved?

"boom--"

Han Muye slashed out with his sword, and the long sword in front of him shattered into pieces and turned into a chain, wrapping around him.

He raised his head and looked at the still endless stone steps in front of him.

"I know that as long as I cut off the chains on my body right now, I can immediately become the Creator, right?"

"Also, with so many constraints on my shoulders, I can't become the Creator in this life, can I?"

Han Muye looked calm and spoke softly.

His eyes were filled with light, and the sword in his hand revealed layers of intertwined auras.

"Let me see if I can step onto the other side with these endless shackles on my back!"

"boom--"

The long sword slashed down, and the black and white sword lights on Han Muye intertwined and turned into billions of long swords.

His steps were like flying, running on the stone steps.

In front of him, no matter what kind of swords were blocking his way, he would cut them all with one sword.

Running forward, the stone steps in front of him continued to extend, but they could not keep up with the speed of his running.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped.

At this time, the chains behind him already involve hundreds of millions of chains!

That's the shackles of the endless world!

In front of Han Muye is a small building.

Just like the sword pavilion on Jiuxuan Mountain back then, it was simple and simple, with a hint of the brilliance of swordsmanship.

"As long as I can go faster and further, the way of the sword will eventually have an end, right?"

"There is not only one person who can be the creator of swordsmanship, and I don't have to inherit anyone's swordsmanship."

The long sword pointed forward, and Han Muye's eyes burst into light that illuminated the world!

"Today, I will set foot on the pinnacle of swordsmanship to see what the creator level of swordsmanship is like!" (End of Chapter)