Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



"Humph, let's see who dares to disrespect my Aunt Wan." The voice of Huang Zhihu echoed, causing ripples in the void. A team of sword cultivators, wielding black armor and blue swords, followed the Dao and lined up.

Black armor, green swords.

Everyone looked solemn.

These 20,000 sword cultivators were Huang Zhihu's direct disciples.

Each of them possessed at least three spiritual treasures and had been practicing sword arts and formations for over eight years.

They used to be the lowest-ranked cultivators in Ten Thousand Magnificence City.

They were once as insignificant as ants.

It was the Phoenix Forest Stronghold that gave them opportunities, and it was the leadership of Commander Zhihu that led them forward.

Their lives did not belong to themselves.

Their swords were their swords.

The sword cultivators gathered into a torrent, rushing into the Dao to protect the Cloud Dragon Pavilion.

"Aunt Wan, are you alright?" Huang Zhihu landed beside Mu Wan with a concerned expression.

"Silly girl, what can happen to us?" Mu Wan chuckled and reached out to touch Huang Zhihu's forehead. "If your adoptive father sees you in this battle armor again, he'll probably scold you."

These words made Huang Zhihu's face droop.

"This is a rebellion…" The cultivators who were blocked were all in panic and whispers.

Who would have thought that someone would really dare to rebel in Ten Thousand Magnificence City?

Deploying such a large army to surround disciples under the Immortal Venerable, if this wasn't rebellion, what was it?

Hu Yunlong and those around him were also at a loss.

It didn't stop there…

Jin Yuntian and the others, who originally wanted to rely on their numerical advantage to crush the Cloud Heaven Pavilion, were dumbfounded.

Now they were the ones with fewer people.

How to face that momentum?

Should he retreat?

It would be a joke if he retreated that day.

Whoever dared to retreat would have to suffer the punishment of damaging the dignity of an Immortal Venerable.

For a moment, everyone looked solemn, but they did not dare to retreat.

Huang Zhihu snorted and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Killing intent slowly condensed on her body.

Fortunately, she came in time. Otherwise, the Cloud Dragon Pavilion would really be surrounded.

If Aunt Wan and the others were injured, she would let her godfather down.

Gripping the hilt of her sword, her eyes flashed coldly.

Battle intent gathered on the 20,000 sword cultivators.

They were Huang Zhihu's swords!

"Boom—"

In the void, there was an explosion.

The dim sword light was torn apart, and a golden pagoda broke and fell into the void.

The Immortal Suppression Pagoda had been shattered!

Jin Wu, who was at the peak of the Zenith Heaven Realm and an Immortal Venerable's disciple, could not defeat that sword cultivator from Cloud Dragon Pavilion!

Figures appeared in the void.

This was Ten Thousand Magnificence City.

Here, the person who shattered the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda was challenging the dignity of an Immortal Venerable.lightsnovel

"Senior Brother Jin Wu, Mo Tan is here to help."

"Fellow Daoist Jin Wu, the Green Jade Dao Sect is here to await your orders."

"Who dares to break through the Immortal Suppression Pagoda?"

Shouts sounded as dozens of experts on the third and fourth levels surrounded Lin Shen.

There were no Immortal Lords. They were all hiding in the distance.

However, with dozens of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals in front of him, he was no longer inferior to an Immortal Lord mighty figure.

Below, countless people sighed.

What a pity…

The strength that the Cloud Dragon Pavilion had displayed that day made people sigh.

If they were allowed to slowly develop, they might be able to step into the fourth level and become a large faction in Ten Thousand Magnificence City.

However, at this moment, the experts of the Cloud Dragon Pavilion broke the rules of the city.

"The last person who was surrounded was the Luo Yang Immortal Sect, right?" A green-robed elder shook his head and whispered, "That's a powerful faction with an Immortal Lord."

With an Immortal Lord holding down the fort, the Luo Yang Immortal Sect was forcefully destroyed.

Even Immortal Lord mighty figures were surrounded and killed.

There were many experts in the Cloud Dragon Pavilion, but they were still far inferior to those Immortal Lord mighty figures.

"Kill."

A shout came from the void.

Those figures rushed towards Lin Shen.

lightsΝοvel Lin Shen waved the sword in his hand and turned into a black bolt of lightning. His sword broke through the world.

The magnificence of this sword light was shocking.

"Surround them!"

Someone shouted.

"We can't take this sword head-on!" Someone exclaimed.

More figures lunged forward.

Immortal light flashed in front of Lin Shen.

"Instructor Lin, don't panic. I'll help you." Zeng Daniu held a long hammer in his hand and flew up.

"Xiang Lingshuang, you and Zhihu protect this place. We'll go help Lin Shen," advanced Changgong shouted in a low voice and rushed into the sky with Lu Gao and the others.

Huang Zhihu looked around and was about to turn around when Xiang Lingshuang suddenly took a step forward.

"Since you're here, come out." Xiang Lingshuang held a longbow in his hand and slowly pulled the bowstring.

A Daoist in a green robe in the void had a calm expression as he slowly descended with his hands behind his back.

"Interesting. I admit that I didn't expose my aura at all. How can you sense it?" The green-robed Daoist landed in front of the Cloud Dragon Pavilion and looked at Xiang Lingshuang.

"I'm Cao Qiujian of the Immortal Lord's Zhenyang Building. I'm here to invite Fairy Mu Wan to serve as the alchemy sacrificial priestess."

"Formation," Huang Zhihu replied in a low voice.

"Boom—"

A giant white tiger shadow converged, tHuang Zhihu's golden armor connected with the white tiger, and the sword in her hand emitted a chilling burst of light.

On the other side, Xiang Lingshuang released the bowstring and shot out an arrow.

He did not look at the outcome of his arrow. He put away the longbow in his hand and unsheathed a pair of curved swords from his back.

His figure turned into a hundred-foot-long black armor, and the two swords slashed down.

So what if they were Immortal Lords?

Fight!

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