Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

665 Heavenly Mystic Dao Ancestor, What Do You Mean? (2)

It looked like the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.

Golden Howl, who had suffered a loss earlier, did not charge forward.
Instead, he turned around and left.

If Golden Howl had rushed over, Gongsun Shu, Lu Yuzhou, and many alchemists would have died.

“This beast has gone to Heavenly Mystic.
I wonder if anyone can stop him…” Lu Yuzhou looked in the direction where Golden Howl left and whispered.

Anyone?

There was.

A ray of sword light, carrying wind and thunder, approached from afar.
It traveled thousands of miles in one breath and chased after Golden Howl.

Lu Yuzhou let out a strange cry.
“Oh my, my brother…”

Beside him, Yunduan shuddered and covered her mouth with her hand.

Gongsun Shu gripped the sword in his hand tightly and wanted to chase after him.
However, his face turned red and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Han Muye.

Who else could it be but Han Muye?

In the nameless valley, Mu Wan, who was bandaging the heavily injured soldiers, suddenly looked up.

Even from tens of thousands of miles away, she could feel Han Muye’s aura in the meteor.

It was a kind of intuition.

“Senior Brother!”

Tears flashed in Mu Wan’s eyes.

Her senior brother was risking his life, but she could only look up at him.

That feeling of powerlessness made her heart ache.

“Little girl, it’s not so easy to catch up to him.” A soft voice sounded beside Mu Wan.

Mu Wan turned around and saw a gentle-looking woman in a green robe.

For some reason, Mu Wan felt extremely close to this woman.

“You are…” Mu Wan said in a low voice.

The woman chuckled and looked at Mu Wan.
“Little girl, I’m Yu Hongzi.
You should call me Senior Sister.”

Senior Sister!

The Jade Rainbow Realm’s Alchemy Sage, Yu Hongzi!

Mu Wan widened her eyes.

This is my Senior Sister, the one-in-a-million Alchemy Sage in the world?

“Senior Sister…”

Mu Wan muttered and hurriedly bowed slightly.

“Boom!”

In the void, a booming sound rang out.

She looked up and saw a sword light colliding with Golden Howl.

Yu Hongzi revealed a strange expression and said indifferently, “That senior brother of yours is not simple…”

Senior Brother.

Mu Wan looked up nervously at the flowing light in the sky.

At this moment, Han Muye had circulated the power of the divine beast that he could control to the limit.

The long sword in his hand was blood-red.
It was the manifestation of the power of a divine beast.

In his other hand was a golden short sword.
The sword light was simple and agile.

This was formed by the Great Spirit gifted by Yan Zhenqing.

These two swords had the power to injure Sages.

Golden Howl stood in the air, his eyes flickering.

After exchanging a few moves with Han Muye, he did not gain any advantage.

The cultivation of the young sword cultivator in front of him was not strong, but the tyrannical Qi and blood and the fierce sword light could completely injure his main body.

This power was not the power of reincarnation, but it was comparable to it.

Previously, he had encountered a fellow with an extremely strong Sword Dao cultivation.
Now he had encountered another.

Why were there so many heaven-defying juniors in the Heavenly Mystic World?

Golden Howl roared and transformed into the black-robed, half-armored Mo Wuxie.

The long black saber in his hand exuded a bone-chilling killing intent.

He looked past Han Muye at the Heavenly Mystic World, and killing intent appeared on Mo Wuxie’s face.

In the distance, a torrent-like sound could already be heard.

It was the sound of a great cultivator flying through the air.

Marquis Wu must have gotten rid of the entanglement and returned to help.

There was not much time left for Mo Wuxie.

“Kid, you shouldn’t have come.”

Mo Wuxie grinned and pointed his long saber at Han Muye.

“Even if you can stop me from descending to the Heavenly Mystic, I will still kill you.

“If I give a junior like you a chance to grow, you will be on the same level as me in the future.

“What a pity.
I won’t give you such a chance.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the long saber slashed down.

The saber light was gray and split open the barrier of the void world.
The blade appeared above Han Muye’s head.

Mo Wuxie spoke arrogantly, but he truly had the qualifications to be arrogant.

A Sage of the Demonic Dao used his power to suppress the world and tear the void apart.

Against those below the Sage Realm, such power was completely unstoppable.

Han Muye was imprisoned in place.

Looking at the saber beam coming down from above, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

The divine soul in his divine treasure shook immediately.
He used the power of reincarnation wrapped around the sword of his divine soul to break the shackles.
Then he raised his hand and stabbed out with the blood-colored sword.

“Clang—”

The sword collided with the blade, and Han Muye’s face instantly turned pale.

If not for the fact that he had refined more and more divine beast power recently, the recoil from the collision of the sword and saber would have caused his body to collapse.

After blocking the sword, the light in Han Muye’s eyes intensified.

“Swoosh—”

He threw out the short sword in his left hand, and the edge of the sword transformed into an arc, and a golden stream of light appeared beside Mo Wuxie.

“Slash—”

Mo Wuxie raised his hand and waved it.
The corner of his black robe was cut off, and the golden short sword returned to Han Muye’s hand.

This kind of sword control technique caused Mo Wuxie’s eyes to flicker.

The sword cultivator in front of him was even more difficult to deal with than the one he had encountered previously.

However, such a junior should be killed!

The long blade in Mo Wuxie’s hand flickered with dark devilish flames.
With a wave of his hand, they filled the sky.

Golden light burst forth from his eyes, and the demonic aura that filled the sky instantly enveloped the void.

A Sage had countless methods.

The current Demonic Flames and Demonic Qi could wear down the combat strength of cultivators below the Sage Realm.

Han Muye was in the demonic flames, and the spiritual light protecting his body was rapidly wearing down.

His expression was solemn.

Under the suppression of such power, he could still last for 10 breaths.

Ten breaths later, the demonic Qi would enter his body, and he would be in danger of being contaminated.

After all, Mo Wuxie was a Sage.
He had too many tricks up his sleeve.
If he attacked with all his might, he would have plenty of ways to crush him.