The record on this half-scroll of the Military Sword Technique was simple. After refining a sword that was at least a spiritual weapon, he had to completely rely on this sword and nourish this sword with his blood, Qi, soul, and even spiritual qi.
This was considered the true integration of human and sword as one.
The advantage was that it could quickly increase cultivation and combat strength.
The downside was that if the sword was around, the person would be alive. If the sword was gone, the person would also be dead.
Only the second half of the sword technique was missing.
It would be difficult to deduce such a sword technique later.
Unless he took back the other half of the sword technique.
This matter was probably not much easier than deducing the sword technique.
After putting back the sword technique, Han Muye heaved a sigh of relief and stood up.
The Sword Pavilion Elder instructed in the middle of the jade slip that once he died, the Sword Pavilion would tremble. He had to quickly head to the area where the Nine Mystic Sword was suppressed.
After communicating with the Nine Mystic Sword with the Sword Nurturing Technique, he could use the power of the Sword Pavilion’s array formation to protect himself.
Only then could he ensure his own safety.
Even the Nine Mystic Mountain was not a safe place.
How could it be a safe place when it was one of the nine major sects of the Western Frontier?
Turning to look at the three swords on the wooden shelf, Han Muye’s eyes flashed.
There was no Mystic Sun Sword in the world.
This was what the Sword Pavilion Elder had said.
Han Muye had yet to figure out what it meant.
The Broken Beam sword was the reason why the Great Spiritual Sword Sect killed Su Yuan, the fire-type lineage elder.
Han Muye wanted to send this sword over in exchange for the return of the Sword Pavilion Elder.
But that was impossible.
No one would agree to it.
The Sword Pavilion Elder had instructed him about the strange sword.
If he did not return, he would send this sword back to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.
The blood essence and soul of the demons in this sword could appease the demons suppressed by the Nine Mystic Sword.
When Han Muye’s soul condensed into a sword, he would be qualified to be safe in front of that big demon.
Looking at the three swords, Han Muye reached for the hilt of the sheathed sword.
Why did the Sword Pavilion Elder say that there was no Mystic Sun Sword in the world?
“The Sword Pavilion is an important place. Only disciples who are receiving swords can enter.”
Downstairs, Lu Gao’s voice came from the door of the Sword Pavilion.
Someone was coming?
Han Muye retracted his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked down the third floor.
“Senior Brother, we’re here to receive our swords.”
At the door of the Sword Pavilion, a voice sounded. It was a little hoarse. Han Muye seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
“You’re in outer sect clothes, why haven’t I seen you before?” Lu Gao raised his voice and shouted, “Don’t tell me it’s someone disguising to be from the outer sect?”
Outer sect?
Disguising?
Han Muye was stunned, and his expression suddenly changed.
Qin Yuanhe!
That hoarse voice belonged to Qin Yuanhe!
Qin Yuanhe of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect!
“Since your eyes are so sharp, let’s dig them out.” A cold voice sounded in front of the Sword Pavilion.
“Brother Lu, be careful!”
Han Muye rushed downstairs.
When he rushed to the first floor and stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, the scene in front of him instantly messed up his sword Qi.
On the stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao’s face was covered in blood. His eye sockets were empty as he gripped the door frame tightly.
In front of the stone steps, two men in green robes stood side by side. One of them had blood on his fingertips.
“Brother Han, quickly go. I’ll guard this door.” Lu Gao gritted his teeth and growled, his arms flailing.
His eyes were bleeding profusely!
Han Muye felt like his blood was about to explode. He reached out to hold Lu Gao’s arm and clenched it tightly. “Brother Lu, I’m here.”
Lu Gao grinned and tried to break free from his palm. “Brother Han, I’ll guard this place.”
Han Muye turned his head, gritted his teeth, and looked at the two people at the bottom of the stone steps.
“Qin Yuanhe, you’re courting death.”
Sword Qi and sword intent intertwined on his body.
Behind him, the flashing golden light on the Sword Pavilion began to tremble.
“Do you know him?”
“Junior Brother Qin, you really have a lot of acquaintances in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Wasn’t Zhou Yan killed by Senior Brother Ge last time?”
“Why don’t you do this one yourself?”
The green-robed man with blood on his hand looked up at Han Muye and sneered.
Beside him, Qin Yuanhe, who was also wearing the robe of an outer sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and carrying a long cloth bag on his back, had a change in expression. He stared at Han Muye and whispered, “It’s you?”
“Boom—”
A roar came from the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
Then halos rose.
The dense golden light outside the Sword Pavilion seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.
“Don’t dawdle. The suicide soldiers have already charged into the spiritual land. We don’t have much time left.” The green-robed man beside Qin Yuanhe shouted.
Hearing his words, Qin Yuanhe turned around and left!
Instead of rushing into the Sword Pavilion, he turned around and fled!
The green-robed man’s expression changed. Just as he was about to curse, he saw Han Muye raise his hand in front of the Sword Pavilion.
“Slash—”
A sword light flew out and turned into a shrill crescent moon!
Flying sword.
A spiritual weapon.
Sword intent.
How could there be such a person in the Sword Pavilion?
Didn’t Senior Brother Ge say that all obstacles had been diverted?
How could there be an expert in the Sword Pavilion who could condense sword intent and control spiritual weapons and flying swords?
That was his last thought.
The sword light slashed across his neck, causing blood to spurt out.
Han Muye would kill anyone who dared to hurt Lu Gao.
Qin Yuanhe, who had run 100 feet away, stopped.
A foot-long sword hung silently in front of him.
“I didn’t expect you to be in the Sword Pavilion.”
“Man proposes, God disposes…”
Qin Yuanhe reached out and grabbed the cloth bag on his back before slowly pulling it out.
It was a long, pale sword.
White bone as the hilt, white bone as the blade.
Qin Yuanhe’s figure disappeared.
A pale sword light appeared from Han Muye’s left.
“Slash—”
The small crescent sword blocked the pale sword blade, then shook and quickly retreated.
Qin Yuanhe, who was holding the white bone Sword, appeared at the bottom of the nine stone steps and pointed his sword forward.
“How impressive. You can even calculate the location of my ultimate move.”
“Otherwise, you would have died under my Fox Bone Sword just now.”
Qin Yuanhe looked at Han Muye and his gaze landed on the crescent moon.
“The sword technique of the Moon Essence Sword Sect? Who are you?”
Han Muye did not answer him. Instead, he looked at the sword in Qin Yuanhe’s hand.
“A medium-grade spiritual artifact?”
The sword repelled his spiritual weapon and dispersed his sword intent. It was at least a medium-grade spiritual weapon.
“Spiritual artifact? You can say that.” Qin Yuanhe chuckled and got up again.
His figure flashed like a breeze. When he appeared again, he was already a step away from Han Muye.
A sadness came from the bone sword, almost instantly freezing Han Muye’s soul and making his entire body almost completely stiff.
This was the soul suppression from a powerful spiritual artifact!
The pale sword light stabbed at Han Muye’s chest.
This sword was extremely powerful!
Looking at the sword approaching him, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.
Seeing that Han Muye was giving up, Qin Yuanhe revealed a look of joy and his bone sword became faster.
Last time, Han Muye’s strength in controlling three sword intents made him feel a chill in his heart. He didn’t even dare to snatch back his sword.
This time, it was different!
The blade advanced, already three inches from Han Muye’s chest.
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly opened his eyes and muttered.
“Clearance kill?”
Before Qin Yuanhe could understand what he meant, he felt a pain in his left ribs. A sword intent exploded between his chest and abdomen, shattering his sea of Qi and dantian. His arm that was holding the sword instantly lost its strength.
The spiritual energy in his body suddenly dissipated. His body softened and he fell in front of the stone steps.
Blood dripped from the short sword in Han Muye’s left hand.
Left hand.
It went against the flow.
In the distance, figures raced over.
Golden light flashed on the Sword Pavilion.