Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



Han Muye paused for a moment.

However, in his view, it should be a certain group of Golden Crows who had fought against the human race and learned the formation techniques from them.

It seemed that the Golden Crow race was also good at learning.

"Buzz!"

A long arrow shot towards him again. The arrow was extremely fast and landed in front of him in an instant.

Han Muye moved again and took a step forward, appearing behind the arrow.

His figure kept moving, and in a few flashes, he was already in front of the battle formation.

"Ho—"

With a punch, a golden flame phantom appeared and condensed into a Golden Crow.

In the military formation in front, everyone instantly joined forces. The long sabers in their hands were unsheathed and became one.

"Bang!"

The saber slashed out and collided with the Golden Crow.

The Golden Crow shattered. Everyone in the battle formation paused and took a step back.

The army of more than 30 people could not withstand a single blow from Han Muye.

Everyone in these military formations was at least at the seventh level of the Essence Spirit Realm, but they could not withstand Han Muye's punches at all.

"It's an expert!"

Someone in the military formation cried out in a low voice and then led the military formation to retreat.

He knew when to advance and when to retreat.

Han Muye nodded.

He did not know which tribe this was, but their learning ability was quite strong.

He shook his head and turned to go.

He was not interested in torturing these ordinary Golden Crow disciples.

In just a moment, he had already killed dozens of exotic beasts that had been corroded by the power of death in the dark wilderness.

These exotic beasts provided him with a lot of golden blood threads, turning his armor golden-red.

He could sense that the power of the Golden Crow bloodline in his meridians was slightly affected.

Of course, his Golden Crow bloodline had already awakened to the stage of the Blazing Sun Golden Crow. It was impossible for it to improve with this bit of bloodline power.

According to Han Muye's calculations, if he wanted to kill the exotic beasts and wild beasts here to increase his bloodline power, he would need at least a million.

However, even a million of them might not be able to change his bloodline power.

Exclamations could be heard.

Han Muye and Zhuo Zigu looked at each other.

"Let's go!"

Han Muye shouted and flew up.

After rushing past the hill, one could see a hundred-man array below that surrounded four to five Golden Crow experts.

Among the Golden Crows, there was a ninth-level Essence Spirit who could barely hold on.

The others were already covered in wounds.

There were also two people lying on the ground, their essence spirits dissipating.

"Hurry up and leave. Something's wrong with them!"

Seeing Han Muye and Zhuo Zigu rush over, the level nine Essence Spirit Realm expert surrounded in the middle of the battle formation shouted.

Seeing Han Muye and the others, there was a low shout from the battle formation. A team of soldiers with sabers surrounded Han Muye and the others.

Han Muye squinted his eyes.

Previously, he had encountered a 30-man battle formation.

There was already a hundred-man battle formation here.

Which tribe could train such a battle formation?

Moreover, from the battle formation in front of him, he could see that something was wrong.

Many of the people in the battle formation were only at the sixth or seventh level of the Essence Spirit Realm.

The seventh level was acceptable.

But the sixth level couldn't exert much combat power here.

The suppression of the power of heaven and earth made it difficult to have space for their own actions.

In other words, these people were here to form a battle formation.

"Kill!" Han Muye shouted and flew up.

He raised his hand, and a golden spear appeared in his palm.

The spear stabbed forward, directly piercing through the soldier formation that was charging at him.

Before these soldiers could step forward, they were sent flying.

Holding his spear, Han Muye rushed straight into the battle formation without hesitation.

He had no choice. If he didn't break through the formation, those surrounded Golden Crow individuals would perish.

"Pa!"

The spear knocked away a soldier holding a long saber, and the tip of the spear in Han Muye's hand turned into a 30-foot blade.

"Slash—"

The golden spear radiance swept past, and all the surrounding soldiers were sent flying.

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