Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1076 - 1076 Ten Thousand Swords Against Ten Thousand Arrows (2)

Chapter 1076 - 1076 Ten Thousand Swords Against Ten Thousand Arrows (2)

1076 Ten Thousand Swords Against Ten Thousand Arrows (2)

However, these resources could not be exploited indefinitely.

But the Blood Battle Sect obviously disregarded this and used the Spirit Refining Pool to refine living beings, and employed those ascending powerhouses to form military formations and launch campaigns everywhere.

Having governed the Immortal Ascension Platform for five thousand years, the strength of the Blood Battle Sect had expanded significantly.

Now, their relations.h.i.+p with the Xuanling Sword Sect and several other sects had reached a breaking point.

“Blood Battle Sect has only controlled the Ascension Platform for less than thirty years. When they step down, which sect will have the best chance?” Han Muye asked.

No one knew the answer to such a question.

At least low-level cultivators could not possibly know.

However, Zuo Baichou had traveled far and wide, and he knew quite a bit from rumors and secret information, as well as his own judgments.

“Brother Han, the control of the Ascension Platform in the Immortal Realm changes every five thousand years. This time it should be the Iron Armor War Sect.

“However, as you know, if the Iron Armor War Sect wants to seize the opportunity to control it, they still have to contend with the Yunlan Dao Sect and several other sects.

“The Cloud Mist Dao Sect Dao Sect took control in the previous five thousand years. As the largest sect in the Raincover Fairy Realm, they are not willing to let go of this opportunity easily.”

The Divine Court Emperor Murong Zheng is from the Cloud Mist Daoist Faction.

The Cloud Mist Dao Sect was the faction that had been in charge of the Immortal Ascension Platform for the longest time in the Rainfall Immortal World.

The Heavenly Brilliance Gate and the Iron Armor War Sect only have the opportunity to control it once every hundred thousand years.

“The Profound Spirit Sword Sect, the Blood Battle Sect, and the Misty Cloud Dao Sect are all possible.” Zuo Baichuan voiced his judgment, and then he said, “It’s mainly to see which family is determined to seize it.”

After all, it was only a chance to control it for five thousand years, and it was just the Ascension Platform, not the entire Immortal Realm.

It would also depend on whether it was worth risking everything for this place.

Zuo Baichou’s statement was similar to what Han Muye perceived from his memories of sword techniques.

“The Gale Bandits, the Immortal Demon Kings of the Bitter Immortal Realm, and the Profound Spirit Sword Sect are entangled with this, and they’re probably having a headache,” Zhao Chen whispered softly from the side.

Zuo Baichou nodded.

Han Muye squinted his eyes and suddenly turned his head to look out the window.

“Buzz!”

A thunderous roar came from the distant sky.

The booming sound was like a stampede of tens of thousands of horses .

“Gale—”

In the void, a howling battle cry resounded.

Gale Bandits!

Arrows.

Countless arrows shot out from a hundred miles away, covering the sky.

“Defend!”

In the City of Scattered Fire, the voice of Zhang Zhenbiao rang out. A golden sword tower appeared, hovering in the void, towering thousands of feet high.

The sword tower emitted flowing streams of light, colliding with the oncoming arrow rain.

A faint and thin palace canopy appeared, combining its power with the sword tower, forming a barrier that pressed down upon the area where the arrows rained down.

Dao Lord Peng Ming activated the remaining power of the formation, displaying some strength as well.

It seemed that he truly wanted to atone for his sins, hoping to receive leniency from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

“Bang!”

The clash of sword light and arrow rain resounded, and the arrows that managed to pa.s.s through collided with the light screen formed by the defensive formation, making a loud sound.

The visible and faint light screen was pierced by the arrows one after another, embedding themselves into the newly rebuilt structures of the city.

The wooden buildings were directly pierced through, and each arrow seemed to contain immense force, causing them to explode with a thunderous blast.

“Pa!”

One arrow shattered in front of the small building where Han Muye and the others were gathered.

Elder Chu stepped forward, wielding a long sword, his expression solemn.

“It’s the Gale Pirates’ Gale Arrow Formation.”

Elder Chu flew to Zhao Chen’s side and spoke in a low voice.

“Only by gathering tens of thousands of Gale Bandits can this formation be formed.”

“At a hundred miles away, with ten rounds of arrow rain, even a peak Human Immortal would be unable to withstand it.”

The gale swept across, clouds churned, and the heavens and earth shook.

The Gale Bandits could rampage with their overwhelming numbers, relying on their powerful battle formation.

They traveled freely, spanning thousands of miles.

“Gale Bandits, dare you to attack the city under the jurisdiction of our Mystic Spirit Sword Sect? Are you seeking death?” Zhang Zhenbiao shouted loudly as golden light condensed on the four-tiered sword tower.

A 1,000-foot-tall Primordial Spirit appeared, holding a long sword and standing in the air.

He was also a master at the half-sage realm of Human Immortals, with his strength concentrated and his sword techniques formidable.

With his appearance, the previously chaotic City of Scattered Fire immediately became much calmer.

The previous turmoil had already made many people fearful.

The rain of arrows had stopped.

“Unstoppable,” Zuo Baichou looked towards the distance and whispered, “The Gale Bandit’s Sword Formation is stronger with each round.”

“In the second round of arrow rain, even if it can’t destroy Sanhuo City, it will defeat Zhang Zhenbiao.”

As he said this, he suddenly paused, his expression changing in urgency. “Brother Han, the teleportation array.”

The arrow rain would destroy the teleportation array!

Zhao Chen’s expression changed.

Han Muye nodded, and a faint sword intent emerged from his body.

He didn’t want to get involved in these matters, but unfortunately, he couldn’t stay out of it.

Without the teleportation array, how could he go to Yunlu City?

“Buzz!”

The void trembled.

It was the power gathered by the second volley of arrows.

The longbows were drawn, but the arrows carried a power that intimidated the mind.

This gathering power caused the entire Sanhuo City to tremble slightly, and the immortal energy couldn’t condense, seemingly absorbed by the battle formation a hundred miles away.

Zhang Zhenbiao, standing in mid-air, had a solemn forehead and gritted his teeth. He shouted in a low voice, “Gale Bandits, what do you really want?”

The previous imposing majesty of the sect had turned into an inquiry at this moment.

The power of the sect ultimately wasn’t their own power.

In the face of life and death, it still depended on oneself.

“Bang!”

The answer to Zhang Zhenbiao was the second round of arrow rain.

No words.

“Kill!”

Zhang Zhenbiao shouted loudly, and the golden light on the sword tower shone brightly as it rushed forward.

Following closely behind was the power of the formation activated by Dao Lord Peng Ming

“Boom!”

The scattered arrow rain in mid-air transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long arrow that collided with Zhang Zhenbiao’s golden tower.

The golden tower resonated with a loud sound, shattering into pieces of golden fragments.

A three-inch tall gray-green small tower flew back and collided with Zhang Zhenbiao’s primordial spirit shadow, causing it to fall along with its physical form.

This disciple guarding the City of Scattered Fire, after just a few days, was once again heavily injured.

The 10,000-foot arrow that shattered the golden tower plunged straight down, embedding itself into the recently repaired stone square, causing a shower of debris and sinking deep into the ground.

“Buzz!”

That arrow reverberated, emitting a piercing and soul-shaking roar that slowly dissipated after a hundred breaths.

This arrow filled the city with fear.

“Release my Gale Bandit brothers and compensate with one trillion spiritual rocks.

“Hand over the person who captured my Gale Bandit brothers.”

From the void, a cold and indifferent voice resounded.

There was a hint of murderous intent in the voice, as if a sea of corpses and mountains of blood were present.

“Impossible—” Zhang Zhenbiao muttered, his injuries causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

“I’m not negotiating with you.” The voice in the void sounded again.

“You’re not qualified to negotiate with me.”

In the cold voice, there was the authority of a superior.

“I’ll give you one hundred breaths.”

One hundred breaths!

Life and death of the entire city rested on these hundred breaths!

Many cultivators panicked and flew away from the city, escaping to the outside.

As the guardian of Sanhuo City, Zhang Zhenbiao would never give up the face of the sect and submit to the Gale Bandits.

Sanhuo City was destined to fall!

Zhang Zhenbiao held his long sword, supporting the gray-green small tower, his expression changing.

He looked up at the sky.

“For sword cultivators like us, life and death are but a fleeting moment.”

He let out a long roar to the sky, the sword intent within him bursting forth, his face filled with resolute determination to die.

“Brother Han, Zhang Zhenbiao swears to live and die with Sanhuo City. When the sect members arrive, please inform them that I, Zhang Zhenbiao, have not disgraced the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s honor.”

Within a hundred breaths, both Han Muye and Zhang Zhenbiao could escape.

But Zhang Zhenbiao was the steward of Sanhuo City. If he left, the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s reputation would be ruined.

His life and death were already bound to his duty.

But Han Muye could leave.

In the attic, Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichuan both looked at Han Muye.

The Gale Pirates would launch the third round of arrow rain after a hundred breaths, which was enough time for them to leave the city.

“A hundred breaths?”

Han Muye took a step forward, and the sword light on his body trembled, causing the void to shatter slightly.

In mid-air, Han Muye nodded towards Zhang Zhenbiao.

“Just wait for me for 10 breaths.”

Ten breaths?

For what?

Zhang Zhenbiao was slightly stunned and hadn’t spoken yet when his eyes widened.

Behind Han Muye, a long sword flew out of the scabbard, transforming into a dragon of sword light, soaring across the sky, carrying Han Muye hundreds of miles in an instant.

Man and sword, s.h.i.+ning in the air.

“I’ll give you all a chance.”

The dragon of sword light roared as Han Muye slowly pointed his sword downward.

Countless cavalrymen stood in formation, their longbows fully drawn.

“Let me see how capable the notorious Gale Bandits of the Bitter Immortal Realm truly are.”

Below, within the battle formation, a loud shout came, “Fire—”

Ten thousand arrows were released, blotting out the sky.

A gleam of excitement flashed in Han Muye’s eyes as he swung his sword.

The dragon of sword light erupted with a thunderous explosion.

Ten thousand swords.

Against ten thousand arrows!