Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The swordsmanship of the Mitian Sword Sect has the artistic conception of covering up traces, so it is named Mitian.

However, the cultivation methods in the entire Pantian plane are all displayed in a rough and wild form. Wang Chenlong's majestic sword slash seems to make people dare not face it directly, but the move is extremely simple.

Great skill but no workmanship.

The display of power lies in this sword.

In the hands of a strong person, there is no need for fancy moves.

In the Pantian plane where the original power is extremely stable, the practice of swordsmanship is like this, and there is no need to be sophisticated at all.

This is the consensus of all practitioners in the entire Pantian plane.

A Tao-Breaking Realm expert took action. The strength of this sword and the stirring power of the Tao made everyone around him look pale.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he faced the sword, and he lightly picked up the sword in his hand.

"when--"

The long sword touched the sword's edge, and then the sword vibrated.

The sound of countless collisions resounded and turned into a continuous vibration.

In everyone's eyes, Wang Chenlong's extremely powerful sword was weakened layer by layer.

When the sword edge landed three feet in front of Han Muye, it was so weak that no one felt like they could catch the sword.

"when--"

The long swords clashed.

The two swords touched each other, Han Muye looked calm, and Wang Chenlong's eyes revealed murderous intent and disbelief.

He is in the Dao-breaking realm, and the power contained in his long sword is more than a hundred times that of his opponent.

But how can the other party resist such a crushing force?

"This is the three stacks of Yun Tao in the Mihong Sword Technique." Wang Yun, standing in front of Zhang Mingyuan, murmured with wide eyes.

"No, this is not Yuntao Sandie."

"This is Yuntao, Yundao Baidu..."

The three stacks of clouds and waves use swordsmanship to simulate the force of the collision of clouds and waves. The clouds and waves seem huge but illusory. The collisions are made by virtual collisions with reality, reducing the power layer by layer.

Three stacks of cloud waves have been able to turn a mountain of power into nothing.

At this time, Han Muye's kendo skills were stacked one hundred times on top of each other, and the power of resistance could be suppressed a hundred times.

"I don't believe you can still catch a sword!" Wang Chenlong's face turned red, and the sword edge in his hand shook, and all the heavy energy and blood in his body was poured into it.

The sword edge slashed down again.

This time, the magnificent roar was louder than before.

Such a sword is already an extremely profound power in the Dao-breaking realm.

This sword can be taken by less than ten people in the entire Mitian Sword Sect.

Just by the majestic roar, the expressions of those lurking in the distance showed a bit of solemnity.

"The Mitian Sword Sect still has some strength..."

"With this sword, there is a strong one within a radius of thousands of miles."

In worldly cultivation, only strength can gain the respect of others.

Wang Chenlong's sword was worthy of his status as a law enforcement elder of the Mitian Sword Sect.

The power of the Dao triggered by the sword's edge is also worthy of his status as a powerful Dao-breaker.

"Buzz——"

The power of the avenue triggered by the sword's edge directly imprisoned the rocks, vegetation, and trees within a radius of a hundred feet, and everyone's body was also locked.

Zhang Mingyuan and Yu Shaogang's muscles and bones seemed to be crushed.

At this moment, they no longer have the slightest strength to resist. As long as Han Muye in front of them is defeated, their bodies will be chopped into pieces under this sword.

Wang Chenlong never thought about giving them a way to survive.

Everyone's eyes were on Han Muye's sword.

Can you still resist this sword?

Han Muye's sword was raised again.

This time, he did not unleash hundreds of sword lights and then weaken the opponent's sword edge layer by layer.

This time he thrust out the sword directly.

This sword is made from his true spiritual bone, and its toughness is such that it cannot be damaged even by the Domination Realm.

Holding the sword in his hand, he used the simplest and most direct forward thrust to resist the opponent's sword.

He has not reached the Dao realm of the Pantian plane, but his body is strong and his physical strength is extremely powerful.

What use can realm have in front of him?

The swords touched each other.

Wang Chenlong's sword was blocked by Han Muye's long sword.

No matter how much power he exerted, there was no reaction at all under the edge of the sword.

The sword in Han Muye's hand remained motionless.

"when--"

A crisp trembling sound resounded.

The huge rebound force knocked Wang Chenlong's sword away.

The long sword that flew into the air shattered into pieces, turning into iron filings and flying into the sky.

Wang Chenlong's palm exploded, and the golden finger bones were covered with cracks.

The counterattack force of this sword was something that even his broken Taoist realm could not resist.

Staggering, Wang Chenlong took ten steps back before clenching his arms and staring at Han Muye in front of him.

Han Muye pointed forward with the sword in his hand, with a cold expression on his face.

"Leave them alone while the others go back to the mountain gate of Mitian Sword Sect and wait." His sword pointed at the people of Miyue Peak who were being held captive.

In front, all the elders and deacons of the Mitian Sword Sect who came to intercept and kill, as well as those elite disciples, all looked pale, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

They never expected that Wang Chenlong, the law enforcement elder and one of the top experts in the sect, would be defeated with a single sword strike.

How could he be defeated by this sword?

That's a strong man in the Dao-breaking realm!

Wang Chenlong gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the shattering of the phalanges in his palms, and his face became red.

"Let's go." On the other side, an old man with a black beard shouted, turned around and left.

Being able to defeat Wang Chenlong so easily, none of them could see how strong Han Muye was, which just showed that Han Muye was extremely strong.

Even if they swarmed at this time, they didn't dare to say they had any chance of winning.

Besides, who is willing to take action now?

It would be better to go back to the sect first and see what the sect leader and the elder Yangjianlu say.

The Miyue Peak people who were escorting Du Chen, Mei Yuchang and others quickly retreated.

Everyone retreated carefully and then ran towards the direction of Mitian Sword Sect.

Han Muye didn't take action, but just glanced to the side inadvertently.

Over there, on top of the mountains, the old man in the lead had his eyes shining brightly, and he shouted: "Kill."

As his words rang out, all the lurking body-refining practitioners around him flew up.

One step was hundreds of feet away, and within a few steps he stood in front of the retreating powerful men of the Mitian Sword Sect.

The old man didn't say anything at first and just punched out.

The fist turned into a giant shadow of golden light in mid-air, covering several elders of the Mighty Sword Sect.

"Canglang——"

Several rays of sword light came out of their sheaths and collided with the fist.

The expressions of the elders who drew their swords changed and their figures fell.

"It's from Tianmingmen!"

"The Tianming Sect is determined to kill me, the Mitian Sword Sect, and they actually take this opportunity to intercept and kill us!"

With a low cry, all the elders and deacons of the Mitian Sword Sect gathered around and looked at the figures flying down around them.

The auras of these body-refining experts who were surrounded and killed were clearly stronger than them.

Especially the first few, the aura and blood surging on their bodies have reached a terrifying level.

"The peak of breaking the path, Wu Tangyue, the deputy sect leader of Tianming Sect, and Zhao Chengliang, the leader of the Foreign Affairs Hall, you really spent a lot of money this time!"

Wang Chenlong, who was blocked, looked extremely gloomy.

These two elders and deacons couldn't stop these two half-step Dao-killing experts.

If so many of them were intercepted and killed this time, more than 70% of the Mitian Sword Sect's inheritance would be destroyed.

"No wonder Miyuefeng's rebellion is so strong. It turns out that he colluded with Tianmingmen."

Wang Chenlong gritted his teeth, blood surged from his body, and an illusory long sword condensed behind his back.

"I'll fight to the death, you guys rush out and break out each other!"

Wang Chenlong wanted to fight to the death, but the strong man from Tianmingmen who blocked the way in front smiled.

The energy and blood power on their bodies were connected, turning into large blood-red nets.

"No one from your Mitian Sword Sect can escape today."

"If I destroy you, I, Tennamon, will be respected within thousands of miles."