Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



A slightly damaged black battle armor draped over his body, and then, the golden battle armor covered it.

Primordial armor.

This was Han Muye's greatest reliance!

Without the Primordial Armor, how could he dare to face two True Spirits directly?

After the last hunting expedition in the wilderness, he had exchanged for many spiritual materials from the Zhuo Yuan Tribe.

The most abundant among them was the Mystic Heaven Divine Metal, the most crucial material for repairing the Primordial Armor.

During this long period, the surface repair of the Primordial Armor had already reached half completion.

Except for the core, which still couldn't be repaired temporarily, the rest was almost done.

Currently, most of Ci Yuan's energy was focused on repairing the Primordial Armor.

The strength of the armor had now recovered to 30% of its peak.

Han Muye had never activated 30% of the Primordial Armor's power.

His cultivation was not enough.

At the ninth level of the Essence Spirit, he couldn't even activate 10% of the armor's power.

At this moment, he condensed half of a True Spirit Divine Pattern and half of a True Spirit Bone, finally able to activate 10% of the armor's power.

With the armor on, he could feel the tremors of this side of the world.

Did even this side of the world fear the Primordial Armor?

On Han Muye's body, a thousand-foot-long golden armor phantom appeared.

It was not a shadow; it was clearly a condensed golden-armored warrior!

With a slight movement of his body, the golden-armored warrior threw a punch.

There was no need for other weapons. Fists were the toughest weapons.

As the fist struck, the space in the void seemed to be torn open, and a booming sound of shockwaves erupted.

The space in front of that punch seemed to distort as it continuously compressed. Then it turned into a black fist shadow and smashed down.

Whether it was the burly man whose black armor had just been shattered or the slender female cultivator with bloodstains on her shoulders, both of them now showed a horrified expression.

As a Half-Step True Spirit, how could he possess such an incredibly powerful force?

How could a half-step True Spirit deliver such a punch?

Everyone watching this battle was filled with astonishment.

Was this truly a half-step True Spirit?

The two True Spirit powerhouses didn't dare to directly confront this punch; they moved their bodies and retreated to the rear.

However, just as they retreated, their expressions changed.

The power of this punch actually locked onto their souls and bodies.

There was no escape!

This was the true strength of the Heaven Breaking Fist, imprisoning the power of heaven and earth, engaging in a life-and-death battle!

"Buzz!"

The black-armored man was decisive, and in an instant, he had stepped forward.

A long saber appeared in his hand, held with both hands, slashing towards the black fist shadows.

This blade was the ultimate move of a True Spirit.

In the brilliance of this saber, there was a mixture of blood and golden light.

This True Spirit Realm expert's saber technique had reached the realm of returning to the basics, and the straight-cut sword carried the gathering of blood and the power of the True Spirit.

The black cheetah True Spirit had a long golden horn on its head, indicating that it was an exotic beast True Spirit, possessing formidable strength.

To unleash this True Spirit while simultaneously using the knife technique, it was already damaging for the black-armored man who had just escaped from confinement.

But now, he had no other choice.

He had to go all out; otherwise, the force of that punch would severely injure him.

This slash could block the fist shadows.

This was what everyone sensed from the comparison of the two forces.

At the True Spirit realm, the perception of power was very subtle.

A long sword appeared in the hand of the female cultivator standing not far behind the burly man. The sword light was clear.

There were 20 golden divine patterns on the sword.

A true weapon, in the hands of such a True Spirit powerhouse, and with enough power activation, could easily slay another True Spirit.

This longsword emitted a greenish-gray halo.

Behind the female cultivator, the true spirit of a gray sparrow condensed.

As soon as the burly man's knife blocked Han Muye's fist, the female cultivator's sword would strike.

In the eyes of everyone, the power of this sword would definitely be enough to kill Han Muye, who had blocked the fist shadows.

In the end, was it still not possible?

Shang Zhenyu attacked with all his might, a look of regret on his face.

This Han Muye patriarch was already extremely powerful, the strongest Half-Step True Spirit he had ever seen.

However, he was only a Half-Step True Spirit after all.

A half-step True Spirit challenging two True Spirit Realm cultivators was truly an extravagant hope…

Where in the world could there be such a Half-Step True Spirit?

The four True Spirit cultivators resisting Zhang Chenyang and Shang Zhenyu exchanged glances, a hint of killing intent flashing in their eyes.

As long as Han Muye was killed with one sword, their next step would be to besiege the remaining two True Spirit members of the Golden Crow Tribe.

If these two True Spirits fell, the strength of the Golden Crow Tribe in the secret realm would no longer be a concern.

If it weren't for the fact that the two True Spirits had led a part of the army to the next level to hunt down the escaped True Spirits of the Golden Crow Tribe after the last battle, they would have already been in complete control.

Now it was good too. Although there were some twists and turns, the final result was still—

"Boom—"

The long saber struck, shattering the black fist shadows forcefully.

However, the black-armored man's expression changed.

"Chu Yu, get out of the way!" he roared.

Chu Yu was the human female cultivator standing behind him, a powerhouse in the True Spirit Realm.

Chu Yu was stunned.

Then she saw the fist shadows that had been cut open by the man in front gathering again.

That move was fake!

This punch was clearly aimed at her!

She gathered her strength and was ready to attack. It was too late to defend now.

"Buzz!"

The long sword in her hand stabbed forward, colliding with the fist shadows.

The sword light dragged a green tail shadow, and divine patterns flickered.

This strike was already the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the Ten Thousand Magnificent Immortal Dynasty.

There were not many who could cultivate sword techniques to such a level.

Unfortunately, the person who had just thrown the punch was someone who had climbed to the peak of swordsmanship, far surpassing her.

Han Muye's fist shadows moved slightly, evading her sword under Chu Yu's astonished gaze. Then it smashed down on the Gray Sparrow True Spirit above her head.

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