In the void, Han Muye whispered, and a sword appeared in his hands.
In his left hand, a cold light flashed.
The purple flame in his right hand and the red light of the short sword flashed.
Two swords appeared, and the sword intent and sword qi that he had originally restrained soared into the sky.
His sword was pointed forward, but his gaze was in the distance.
Over there, a figure flew over, carrying endless wind and lightning.
Tuoba Cheng.
“Boom—”
From Han Muye’s body, sword light rushed into the clouds and collided with the golden light of the Sword Pavilion, turning into a stream of light that exploded.
Today, he could have avoided using his sword.
Lu Gao still had the power of a sword. After blocking for a few breaths, Tuoba Cheng arrived.
But today, Han Muye was going to attack.
This strike represented the Sword Pavilion.
The Sword Pavilion was not a dispensable vassal of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!
The Sword Pavilion had been sacrificed countless times during the rise of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Every Sword Pavilion elder had lost their cultivation.
Even Gao Changgong had sacrificed the sword that he had condensed 60 years ago.
In the eyes of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s higher-ups, the Sword Pavilion should be sacrificed.
Including this time.
Does anyone care about Huang Six?
Did anyone mention Huang Six, who had gathered 200,000 cultivators around him for a meeting?
Nothing.
Today, he wanted to let those old men sitting on the Nine Mystic Mountain know that the Sword Pavilion was not just a Sword Heavenly Realm!
“Come fight—”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light condensed.
The Green Destiny sword was like a dragon. With a flash, light and shadow filled the sky.
Solitary.
One leaf.
Forest.
Float.
…
The sword techniques of the wood attribute contained a profound concept and a heavy sword intent that made Qin Lin, who was filled with demonic intent, widen his eyes.
“Wood-type swordsmanship… How—how did you get so many—”
He, Qin Lin, was an Elder of the Wood Lineage. Ever since he entered the Nine Mystic Sword Sect with a hidden identity, he had cultivated the sword technique of the Wood Lineage.
All these years, he had been a sword cultivator of the wood lineage.
However, this sword strike in front of him made him, a sword cultivator from the wood faction, completely unable to deal with it!
This level of attainment in the wood-attribute sword technique was even comparable to the Supreme Wood Lineage!
Gritting his teeth, Qin Lin crossed his hands. The two demonic trees behind him collided and turned into a black wooden sword.
The wooden sword reached forward and handed the sword light to Han Muye.
“This is how a sword cultivator should be.” Han Muye chuckled and extended the purple flame in his right hand.
Hu Taisheng, who was opposite him, had quietly landed beside him. He smashed his wooden staff fiercely.
The wooden staff boomed like a sword drawn from its sheath. It shrieked.
Hu Taisheng looked like a great demon who cultivated spells, but in fact, his swordsmanship was the real powerful one.
With this sword, he had at least a hundred years of cultivation!
Han Muye’s eyes lit up, and flames rose from his Purple Flame Sword.
Spark.
Brilliance.
Ethereal Fire.
Smoke and dust.
Han Muye’s sword light was still the same as every time he practiced in the small courtyard of the Sword Pavilion. There was no pattern, no trace, no meridians, and no way to resist!
His technique was timeless!
How could such a sword technique be used by a young sword cultivator who looked like he had yet to build his foundation?
Hu Taisheng stretched out his wooden staff, wanting to block the attack of the Purple Flame Dagger.
However, the sword light was in front of him. Endless streams of light exploded and the wooden staff rolled back, making him unable to hold it in his palm.
“Boom—”
Hu Taisheng was slashed in front of the stone steps. His body squirmed and turned into a gray demon fox.
However, there were two bone-deep sword marks on the back of this demon fox, cutting off his back.
On the other side, the leaves formed by the endless sword light wrapped around the dark demonic aura. No matter how Qin Lin resisted, he was finally suppressed.
“Bam—”
The black demon sword in Qin Lin’s hand exploded, leaving only half of the hilt.
He looked at Han Muye with resentment and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly widened. He lowered his head and looked at the sword that was stabbing his heart.
The blade was sharp, and the halo was clear.
Destiny.
The two swords killed two Earth Realm experts!
This was the true strength of the Sword Pavilion’s Senior Brother Han Muye!
Lu Gao’s face lit up.
He knew that Senior Brother Han’s sword cultivation was extremely powerful.
He just didn’t expect it to be so strong.
Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming, who were standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, opened their mouths wide.
The sword technique displayed earlier was too shocking.
What kind of person could have such swordsmanship?
When Tuoba Cheng landed in front of the Sword Pavilion, dozens of sword lights followed closely behind.
Bao Xu narrowed his eyes and looked at the mess in front of the Sword Pavilion.
“Senior Brother Han, what a good sword technique.” Bao Xu’s gaze swept across the dead Qin Lin and the half-dead Demon Fox before he whispered.
The wounds on the demon fox’s body could be seen.
The sword intent around Qin Lin had yet to dissipate.
With two swords, he suppressed two Earth Realm cultivators. Even with the help of the Sword Pavilion’s array formation, his sword technique was still extremely powerful.
Without top-notch sword techniques, no matter how much strength he borrowed, it was only a child’s sword dance.
Han Muye released the sword with both hands and let the two swords turn into small swords that fell into his sleeves. Then his figure slowly landed on the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion.
“I’ve always had good perception. Uncle-Master Tuoba Cheng knows this.” Han Muye’s expression was calm as he looked at Tuoba Cheng and said indifferently.
Tuoba Cheng looked at the gradually weakening Demon Fox on the ground, then looked up at Han Muye and said with a smile, “Kid Han has always had good perception.”
He looked at Han Muye, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and the light in his eyes turned cold.
“You should have left him with me.”
Killing Hu Taisheng was a knot in his heart. It was really difficult for him not to kill Hu Taisheng personally today.
Han Muye was so smart. How could he not have thought of this?
But Han Muye still attacked.
Looking into Tuoba Cheng’s eyes, Han Muye’s gaze was clear as he said calmly, “How could I not use this sword in front of the Sword Pavilion?”
Hearing his words, Tuoba Cheng remained silent.
Bao Xu stood at the side and was a little confused. His gaze kept sweeping across the two of them.
Naturally, he did not understand what they were talking about.
Tuoba Cheng blamed Han Muye for not letting him deal with Hu Taisheng. He was telling Han Muye that he should have given in to him.
‘You’re so smart, don’t you know how to give in?’
As for Han Muye’s answer, he had no choice but to draw his sword in front of the Sword Pavilion.
He would draw his sword when it concerned the Sword Pavilion.
Today or another day.
He wouldn’t let him.
At this moment, Han Muye spoke as the head of the Sword Pavilion.
Tuoba Cheng represented the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
When they finished, they didn’t say anything else. They were unwilling to give in.
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
On the Nine Mystical Mountain, the bell rang.
It was melodious and loud.
“The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Three Stones House’s Zhao Linshen joined forces to kill the great demon, Hu Taisheng, and returned with the demon bones…”
His voice echoed throughout the Nine Mystic Mountain.
Tuoba Cheng’s gaze landed on the two-tailed demon fox on the ground. His expression changed, and then he laughed. “Hehe, in the end, it’s just me who’s depressed.”
After saying that, he looked at Han Muye and said, “Kid Han, your swordsmanship is really good.”
Han Muye nodded and said softly, “I think so too.”
Blood, qi, and sword light rose from Tuoba Cheng’s body. Then, he smiled and said, “Senior Brother Gao didn’t choose the wrong person. It’s our Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s fortune to leave the Sword Pavilion to you.”
His body turned into a stream of light and left with the sound of wind and thunder.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was fortunate.
Fortunately, Tuoba Cheng chose to compromise in the end.
Han Muye smiled and shook his head.
If it wasn’t for the sword move he displayed just now, would Tuoba Cheng, who represented the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, have finally retreated?
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s retreat meant that Han Muye could attack.
In the cultivation world, the sword in one’s hand was ultimately disadvantageous.
If he did not show his strength, would the higher-ups of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect bother to look at him, the head of the Sword Pavilion?
In front of the Sword Pavilion, Bao Xu led the disciples of the Defense Hall to take away the dead demon fox and Qin Lin’s corpse. They cleaned up the stone steps.
Then, Lu Gao walked forward and picked up the broken wooden staff and the sword hilt that Qin Lin had lost. He handed them to Han Muye.
Han Muye raised his hand to collect the two items, then looked up ahead.
Not far away, a figure ran over.
“Instructor Lin, your cultivation has improved again.” Han Muye smiled as he looked at Lin Shen, who was covered in sword qi and carrying a large sword on his back.
“Senior Brother Lin, Brother Lu.”
Lin Shen cupped his fists at Han Muye, Lu Gao, and the others, his face filled with excitement.
“Haha, it’s good to be back.”
Han Muye nodded and looked at Lu Gao. “Brother Lu, prepare a banquet to welcome Instructor Lin.”
…
In front of the Sword Pavilion, there was a feast.
Han Muye, Lu Gao, Lin Shen, Yang Mingxuan, and Jiang Ming sat down.
Liu Hong, who had gathered before the meal, sat at the bottom.
Lin Shen took a sip of the sad wine that Han Muye had poured into the wine glass in front of him and let out a long breath.
“Hum—”
Faint sword light rose from his body before it was suppressed.
This was the manifestation of his sword intent.
Lin Shen had drawn his sword thousands of times. Now that he had fought a huge battle, his sword technique had become even purer, and it already had the appearance of condensing sword intent.
His sword cultivation was considered top-notch among his peers.
Coupled with his Great Cultivation Jade Bone Fusion Body, his combat strength was definitely superior among his peers.
As they drank, they listened to Lin Shen talk about how to kill those rebellious sect experts and demon experts in the Abyss Valley.
Jiang Ming, who was a rogue cultivator, exclaimed repeatedly, and Yang Mingxuan’s eyes lit up.
This was a sword cultivator. With a sword in hand, he could kill countless enemies.
Lu Gao grinned and listened to Lin Shen as he drank.
Liu Hong stared at Lin Shen with a strange expression.
How could this instructor who had been in the outer sect back then be so powerful?
He could not figure it out. He looked at the others beside him. They were all very capable.
The sword light from the Sword Pavilion today had shattered the entire Nine Mystic Mountain’s protective array.
What kind of opportunity did these people from the Sword Pavilion obtain?
Lin Shen was in a good mood. As he drank, he explained in detail how he and Zhao Pu had fought with all their might and finally broken through the Abyss Valley, causing the gathered rebel experts to flee in all directions.
Also, the Great Elder of the Blazing Demon Valley, Hu Taisheng, was killed by the two of them.
“This Hu Taisheng was a great demon of the fox race. He had the strength of two tails. We killed one demon body and another demon body escaped.”
A trace of shame appeared on Lin Shen’s face. He looked at Han Muye and Lu Gao. “If it weren’t for Brother Han’s impressive techniques, I wouldn’t have the face to return if he really came to destroy the Sword Pavilion.”
Earlier, Lu Gao had already told Lin Shen about Hu Taisheng coming to the Sword Pavilion and almost barging in.
That great demon was actually so bold to come to the Sword Pavilion to cause trouble.
Why didn’t Lin Shen kill Hu Taisheng in the Abyss Valley?
After Lin Shen finished speaking, Han Muye raised his wine glass and said softly, “Instructor Lin, Uncle-Master Tuoba Cheng has mastered his cultivation now. If you return to Three Stones House, you will be placed in an important position.”
Hearing his words, Lin Shen shook his head and said, “I’m in the Sword Pavilion. I’m not going anywhere.”
Han Muye nodded and drained his glass.
After the banquet ended, Han Muye slowly walked up to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
Sitting in front of the long table, Han Muye raised his hand and placed a wooden staff and a broken sword hilt in front of him.
“Do you two need me to invite you out?”
Han Muye’s voice was calm.
The wooden staff shook, and Hu Taisheng’s long laughter sounded.
From the half of the black sword hilt, a black light crashed into Han Muye’s face.