Chapter 726 - 726 The Nine-Story Sword Pavilion, with a Glance Transcending Time and Space
726 The Nine-Story Sword Pavilion, with a Glance Transcending Time and Space
You too.
Hearing Han Muye’s words, Bai Zeyu was stunned for a moment, then he strode forward with a long smile.
The other sword cultivators turned around and looked at Han Muye.
Being able to face the rising talent of the Endless Sea with such ease, who was this person?
One had to know that Bai Zeyu had just defeated Water Spirit Palace’s Young Palace Master, Shui Yue’er, and was riding the wave for a moment with no equal!
“He’s Han Muye from the Imperial View Sword Shop!” Someone exclaimed.
The Imperial View Sword Shop’s Han Muye who was second to none in sword evaluation.
So it was the prince!
He was probably the most famous sword dao cultivator on Scattered Stars Island.
Sword Evaluation, Sword Formation, Destruction of the Life Seizing Tower.
No wonder even Bai Zeyu invited him.
“Mr. Han, thank you for the Heart Refining Sword Formation.” A sword cultivator in green bowed to Han Muye.
Many people followed and bowed to Han Muye.
Most of the sword cultivators present had experienced the Heart Refining Sword Formation.
“Mr. Han, Jin Cheng thanks you for destroying the Life Seizing Tower.” A burly man with a thick sword on his back cupped his fists at Han Muye.
At this moment, almost everyone in front of the Six Stalwart Pavilion looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye cupped his hands in return, then walked up the steps with a smile.
The disciple of the Six Stalwart Pavilion in front of him bowed and invited him into the pavilion.
Outside the Six Stalwart Pavilion, Zuo Tianya’s eyes flashed as he said in a low voice, “We really can’t let this kid live.”
Zhu Wushi, who was beside him, had a gloomy expression. He nodded and the two of them walked into the pavilion.
Han Muye was standing on a wasteland at this moment.
The Six Stalwart Pavilion was the Sword Pavilion of Peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivators. It was also formed by the Dao Domain and had its own space.
When he landed, Han Muye sensed the characteristics of this space.
Swords.
The wasteland was filled with decayed swords.
Even those strange beasts appeared to be carrying long swords.
Han Muye raised his hand and a decayed sword landed in his palm.
The sword shattered in his hand.
That startled him, then he chuckled.
It was fake.
He thought that someone would really gather so many swords in his Sword Pavilion, but it turned out that they were all fake swords.
These swords were just a piece of rotten wood.
That’s not right either.
Looking at the dense array of swords ahead, Han Muye squatted down.
These swords were not inserted in the wasteland, but grew in it.
Swords can grow in the wasteland?
Turning around, Han Muye looked at the skinny strange beasts.
The swords on the backs of these strange beasts were not carried on their backs, but grew on them.
Swords that grow on a wasteland, swords that grow on strange beasts? Han Muye thought.
Han Muye raised his hand and was about to summon his own sword when he realized that he could not summon either the sword case or the swords.
This was the suppression of the power of the Dao Domain.
“Roar—”
Ahead, the strange beast roared and charged at Han Muye.
A violent aura intertwined on the beast’s body. As they collided, sword lights flashed.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes. With a move, he dodged the beast’s charge and raised his hand to press on its back.
“Clang—”
The sword on the beast’s back was pulled out.
With the sword in hand, Han Muye raised his hand and slashed.
A 30-foot-long sword light cut the beast in half.
The body of the severed beast turned into green clouds that enveloped the sword in Han Muye’s hand.
The sword was wrapped in clouds and had a hint of spirituality.
A semi-spiritual weapon.
Holding the sword, Han Muye understood the rules of the Sword Dao Trial.
Kill more beasts and collect more swords.
The first level of the trial could be cleared by transforming the sword in one’s hand into a low-grade spiritual weapon.
This shouldn’t be difficult.
Holding the sword, Han Muye turned to look ahead.
Over there, a few more strange beasts rushed over.
“Boom!”
A sword light struck down and swept away the strange beasts, turning them into green clouds.
Han Muye looked at a middle-aged sword cultivator holding a large sword in front of him and laughed before disappearing.
His sword had already turned into a low-grade spiritual weapon, which was enough to enter the next level of the Sword Pavilion.
Han Muye shook his head.
He looked at the sword in his hand.
The sword was three feet long, and its shape was ancient. The edge of the sword was dim.
When the sword qi entered, one could feel the path like a meridian.
He raised his hand and held a sword inserted in the wasteland.
A faint trace of a sword entered.
Similarly, there were veins in it.
However, these swords seemed to have withered and completely decayed. Even when sword qi poured in, there was no reaction at all.
“Boom!”
In front, figures landed and killed the scattered strange beasts before leaving.
There were quite a number of strange beasts with swords on their backs in this wasteland.
“Clang—”
Two sword cultivators and a strange beast attacked.
Sword light clashed, and sword qi scattered.
In the end, a sword cultivator’s arm was pierced by a sword. Blood splattered as he was defeated and fled.
The other victor killed the strange beast. The sword in his hand shone as he led him away from this level.
Han Muye walked over and looked around.
Most of the decayed swords had shattered during the battle between the two, but there were still a few swords standing in place.
Han Muye reached out to investigate and found that although these swords were exhausted, there was still a trace of power.
Very weak.
When he raised his hand to hold the nearest sword, a strange expression appeared on his face.
There was a trace of blood qi on the sword.
It was the sword cultivator who just walked in.
At this moment, the originally dry veins on this sword have become a bit more moist.
Including a bit more vitality.
Watered with qi and blood?
He looked up at the vast wasteland.
How much qi and blood does this require…
“Clang—”
Han Muye unsheathed his sword and slashed at the sword cultivator who fell not far away.
The tip of the sword brushed past his body, bringing with it a spray of blood.
The sword cultivator with empty hands was pale. He stood in the wasteland filled with shattered swords, not knowing what to do.
Han Muye said calmly, “Leave.”
Leave?