Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1611: Born for the Sword—Han Muye (3)

Chapter 1611: Born for the Sword—Han Muye (3)

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But others didn’t pay attention to these.

Everyone looked at the sect master of the number one sect in the immortal realm. He actually couldn’t take down an Immortal Lord from the immortal realm.

Is the Divine Realm only this much?

Huang Zhenxiong laughed heartily and threw a punch.

This fist collided with the fist in the void, causing the entire world to collapse.

“Zheng Taiyuan, you’ve broken the rules,” Huang Zhenxiong said with a smile. Indeed, the entire world shook as if it was going to crush everyone inside.

But the force was mostly directed towards the dissipating fist shadow of Zheng Taiyuan.

The fist shadow turned into fragments, leaving only an extremely pure source of power.

Between heaven and earth, a giant shadow appeared.

A Chaos figure.

Eyes opened one by one, turning into beams of light that enveloped everyone present at the summit.

Then, within those beams of light, various shadows emerged.

“This is… the fifth round?” “Didn’t you say that there’s no more fifth round?” “What does that mean?”

In front of the light screens, everyone looked confused.

Why did this happen?

“The rules of the Grand Summit have changed. The fifth round is called ‘Refining the Heart,’” the voice of Chaos echoed in the vast clouds.

In front of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace, the Palace Master, who was originally angry, suddenly paused, then burst into laughter.

“The stronger the cultivator, the stronger the opponent.

“There’s still this level. Let’s see how a guy like Han Muye survives it.

“Chaos is indeed grateful. It’s not in vain that my Divine Source Heavenly Palace has been nurturing him for so many years.

“After the summit, I want to see which sects are plotting against my Divine Source Heavenly Palace! ”

Sure enough, within the pillar of light where Han Muye was, powerful figures emerged.

Every move exuded endless power.

And for Han Muye, these moves were all extremely familiar.

These were the moves he had practiced but then ignored.

Originally, he thought he had practiced them thoroughly, mastered the essence, but it was just superficial.

By unleas.h.i.+ng the simplest moves, he could display unparalleled strength.

“The worldly power, speed, and precision are just superficial.

“Having strong power is only the second level.

“Even the realm and rules are not the endpoint.

With a punch, the shadow in front of him shattered, and Han Muye spoke lightly.

“Kid, this is all I can do to help you,” Chaos’s voice rang in Han Muye’s ears.

“The true powerhouses of the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield are already paying attention to you. How far you can go depends on you.”

After Chaos finished speaking, its voice disappeared.

In countless beams of light, more shadows appeared.

Han Muye knew that the techniques displayed by this array were the same as the method used on the Performance Platform back then.

Facing oneself.

Surpa.s.sing oneself.

What geniuses hadn’t the powerhouses in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield seen?

What they needed was a true genius who could surpa.s.s themselves.

Of course, there were very few geniuses in the world who could surpa.s.s him.

Although Han Muye did not need to rely on the experts in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield, he knew that the calamities in the world were all driven by the experts in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

Even if he initiated the calamities in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the final outcome of the calamities is still guided by a pair of big hands.

He needed to have a sufficient understanding of the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield to ensure that the Great Desolate Calamity could become the master of the next calamity.

Only then could he, Han Muye, survive in the calamity and ensure that the people he wanted to protect do not fall in the calamity.

“Boom—”

The second shadow appeared in front of him, and a long sword was thrust towards him.

Tianxuan Sword Sect’s sword technique, Three Mystic Sword Technique, Wuyou.

This sword technique was only a very low-level sword technique, but at this moment, it actually stunned Han Muye.

Such a sword technique already had its own realm.

It was just like how a swordsman could kill in ten steps and travel a thousand miles in an instant. With a sword, there was no need to worry.

Han Muye blocked the sword with his sword, and the opponent’s figure disappeared.

He moved, and his left-handed sword suddenly stabbed out.

“Clang—

This was the first time his left-hand sword was blocked by someone.

But Han Muye was not surprised.

Knowing that he was fighting against himself, he exuded divine light, and his right-handed long sword slashed down.

The short sword stabbed and the long sword slashed.

The two swords combined, and the sword light enveloped the other party.

At this moment, Han Muye seemed to have transformed into a sword spirit. Every sword strike exuded an incredibly agile brilliance.

The sword lights intersected, and the shadow of each sword seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart.

“Is there really such a sword technique in the world?”

“The sword technique of this young man has reached an unfathomable level!” “With this sword technique, he can go far in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield!” Outside the countless light screens, countless people whispered.

At this moment, Han Muye had already forgotten that he was in the Grand Summit.

It was as if he had returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Every sword move carried a devoutness.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he studied the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords with MO Yuan.

Withered wood.

The sword was unsheathed, and everything in front of him seemed to have experienced prosperity and decline.

But this withered wood was not decayed.

One sword out, the heavens and earth cleared, and the withered wood turned into a forest.

Withered, not decayed!

“Boom—”

In an instant, endless flames rose.

Wood, Life, Fire!

At this moment, the pillar of light where Han Muye was directly turned into a towering flame.

“This young man is promising.”

In the void, there seemed to be a wave of divine thoughts.

It was the communication between the powerhouses in the Heavenly Cycle Battlefield.

“Not just the rule of fire, but also the insight into withering and flouris.h.i.+ng. It’s also rare. At least for the past 300,000 years, there hasn’t been anyone with talent and comprehension surpa.s.sing him.”

More divine thoughts were exchanged, and more phantoms were paying attention.

The flames in the pillar of light became even more dazzling..