Sword Pavilion inheritance, Sword of the Soul.

Using the sword of the soul to control the sword pill, the two-headed sword radiated a dazzling light. As it flashed, it exuded a terrifying sharpness.

The green-robed young man formed a sword technique with his hand. The flying sword swept across. Dozens of gray-robed cultivators in front of him were suppressed by the sword and could not raise their heads.

“Run!”

“This is a powerful sword cultivator. This world is too strong!”

“Hmph, report back and ask the Cloud Heaven Dao Alliance to send an army to suppress this world.”

Every one of these people had a cultivation level not inferior to a Core Formation cultivator, but in the face of the sword weapon formed by the sword pill, they were unable to resist at all.

In the end, after leaving behind seven or eight corpses, those cultivators hurriedly escaped through a crack in the void.

The green-robed youth raised his hand and grabbed the sword pill. Then he looked at the crack with a dark spiritual light.

“Is this the void crack sealed by Senior Sword Master Yuan Tian 7,000 years ago?

“A spatial rift. Outer Realm cultivators are really exciting.

“I, Mo Shenghua, was born with a sword seed and have a Heart of the Sword. I cultivated the Mystic Sun Sword Technique to the limit in a year. There’s no point in staying in the Heavenly Mystic World.”

The young man looked at the constantly changing light and shadow and muttered.

“Alright. Back then, Senior Yuan Tian could use his body as bait to seal this spatial rift. I, Mo Shenghua, can do the same.”

The green-robed youth’s eyes lit up, and a soaring battle intent rose from his body.

“However, I still have to keep my Sword Pavilion’s inheritance first. Senior Yuan Tian’s sword ball should also be left in the Heavenly Mystic World.”

In Han Muye’s mind, the young man turned and left.

After that, he saw the familiar scene of the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

This young man named Mo Shenghua was actually the leader of the Sword Pavilion 3,000 years ago.

“The Mystic Sun Sword Technique is too difficult to understand. It was created by that Prime Minister to seal the void. Without the heart integrated into the sword realm, it will take at least 300 years to master this technique.”

In the Sword Pavilion, Mo Shenghua placed three jade slips on the long table.

“I divided this technique into three techniques. Although I only have the power of one sword move left, this sword move can fight a Heaven Realm expert for a hundred breaths.

“As long as the Nine Mystic Sword Sect chooses a loyal disciple and cultivates in secret, they can cultivate such a sword move in 60 years.

“With this sword, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect can protect itself.”

Mo Shenghua stood up and placed the sword pill on the long table.

“Hehe, I’ll take a look outside the realm. I might be back in a hundred years. It’s enough to leave so many contingencies.”

With that, he turned into a breeze and dissipated.

The sword pill and jade slip were then put away.

Sword pills circulated in the Sword Pavilion and the sect’s treasure building. Many elders of the Sword Sect exchanged for sword pills and kept nurturing them.

For 3,000 years, this Sword Pavilion senior had never appeared again.

There were no rumors of foreign cultivators invading the Western Frontier, and the news of the void crack was not spread.

“Hum—”

The sword pill shook, and sword Qi flowed into Han Muye’s meridians.

This was the sword Qi left behind by generations of elders of the Sword Sect when they were nourishing the sword pills.

The sword Qi was dense, but it was mixed and there was not much.

After all, this sword pill was not the treasure that Elder was mainly refining this time.

A hundred breaths later, the sword Qi dissipated.

Just as Han Muye was about to infuse his sword Qi into the sword pill, a faint spiritual light appeared on the sword pill.

A jade-white halo directly enveloped Han Muye’s figure.

“The Sword Pavilion finally has a junior who can combine three spells?

“I’m Mo Shenghua. What did it take you to cultivate the Mystic Sun Sword Technique to the limit in a year?

“If you cultivate the Mystic Sun Sword Technique, you will be the commander of the Mystic Sun Guards. Back then, the Prime Minister wanted me to go to the Central Continent, but I didn’t. Some of the junior disciples have cultivated the Mystic Sun Technique. Remember to go to the Central Continent.

“To be able to discover the secret in the sword pill, you’re considered a careful person. Take this reward.”

Mo Shenghua’s voice was filled with pride. An extremely pure soul power flowed out of the sword pill and turned into a torrent that collided with Han Muye’s chest.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This senior said that he would reward him and even used a small method to test him.

If he hadn’t cultivated the sword of the soul, not only would he be unable to mobilize the power of the soul, but he would also be killed by this power.

“Hum—”

The soul power in the divine treasure was activated, and the soul sword technique was condensed in the Mystic Sun Technique.

The soul power from the sword pill instantly became obedient, turning into a small green sword that landed in Han Muye’s divine treasure.

As soon as this small sword appeared, the soul sword shadow that Tu Sunshi had given him immediately lost its temper and obediently gave up its place.

This small sword was much more condensed and agile than Master Tu Sunshi’s divine sword.

Opening his eyes and looking at the slightly trembling sword pill in his palm, Han Muye’s eyes shone.

It was hard to imagine that Senior Mo Shenghua, who had guarded the sword pavilion for 3,000 years, could condense such a sword in a year.

Sword Venerable Yuan Tian, Mo Shenghua.

Such a sword cultivator was truly a senior.

Holding the sword pill tightly, the spiritual energy in Han Muye’s body surged, and the spiritual rocks shattered.

As long as this sword pill was refined, the three sword pills could form a three-star sword formation.

This was the foundation of the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.

Such a sword formation was powerful in Sword Master Yuan Tian’s hands. It only took an instant for him to kill a Heaven Realm Nascent Soul cultivator.

Sword Qi and spiritual light surged. The halo on Han Muye’s body flickered with mysterious streams of light.

After his spiritual energy cultivation reached Foundation Establishment, Han Muye refined the sword pill much faster.

….

For the next two days, the battle during the day was intense.

The cultivators led by Tang Chi and He Xuanqi clashed with the demons and fought bloody battles.

He Xuanqi’s two swords fought with his life on the line. The path of his swords was strangely agile, and the demons fighting him were completely helpless.

If not for his thick skin, He Xuanqi would probably be able to break through the demonic beast battle formation with his two swords alone.

The disciples behind him protected him with all his might and helped him fight.

He Xuanqi was so dazzling that he even overshadowed Tang Chi, who was also outstanding.

When the sun set, Cloud Nest Ridge cheered and welcomed the return of He Xuanqi, who was covered in blood and holding a sword in both hands.

He Xuanqi dragged his sword and walked away. His figure merged with the back view behind him, as if two people were walking together.

Many Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples came forward to protect He Xuanqi.

Then many people turned around and looked at Han Muye, who was standing on the cliff.

Two middle-grade spirit stones. Senior Brother Han of the Sword Pavilion would teach him sword techniques.

Whether it was a unique sword technique or a sect inheritance, as long as he practiced it once, Senior Brother Han could find its shortcomings or point out some key points.

As they fought at the foot of the mountain, He Xuanqi’s two swords were dazzling. Everyone could see that the disciples beside him had condensed their battle intent.

Who wouldn’t want such an increase in combat strength?

With Senior Brother Han’s guidance, he would have such an opportunity.

It was not expensive at all!

Huang Six, Gao Xiaoxuan, and the others maintained order and helped collect the spiritual rocks. Then Han Muye taught them swordsmanship.

There were only 20 or so in one night.

Everyone was very self-conscious.

On the third day, the number of people charging down the mountain had already reached more than 50.

These Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples had the idea of honing their sword techniques. They followed He Xuanqi and fought with all their might.

In this way, it helped those itinerant cultivators and small sect cultivators withstand a lot of pressure, reducing their casualties.

On the night of the third day, Han Muye gave everyone some pointers on swordsmanship as usual, and then everyone dispersed.

Huang Six instructed Lu Qingping and Gao Xiaoxuan to return to the base first. Then he leaned against the limestone beside Han Muye and looked at the base at the foot of the mountain.

Over there, the bonfire swayed, and there were some quiet sighs and cries.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to kill someone.”

After a long silence, Huang Six suddenly spoke.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

“Among these 200,000, most of them were gathered to help me find Sister Ping. They weren’t willing to be pulled to Cloud Nest Ridge.”

A faint flame rose in Huang Six’s eyes. He lowered his voice. “No one wants to die here for no reason.”

Han Muye nodded.

Many of those itinerant cultivators and small sect cultivators had indeed gathered for the bounty.

Later, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect recruited them and gave them generous rewards. After training them, they were led to the Cloud Nest Ridge.

Here, I can’t leave.

Han Muye had come to save Sixth Brother Huang, but if he really guarded Cloud Nest Ridge, it was impossible for him to return to the Nine Mystic Sword School.

Everyone here in Cloud Nest Ridge would either die here or guard here.

Leaving without permission was called desertion.

He could escape. After escaping, the Western Frontier would no longer have a foothold.

As for defecting to the Southern Wasteland, no one wanted to do that now.

There were many cultivators from the Western Frontier who had defected.

When cultivators defected, their treatment was not much better than demonic beasts.

“Sixth Brother, be careful,” Han Muye said softly.

Huang Six grinned and said, “Don’t worry, I still have Sister Ping to take care of. I won’t die in front of the array.”

Han Muye nodded and lowered his voice. “Sixth Brother, we’re going to the battlefield tomorrow. Why don’t you leave something for me tonight?”

Hearing his words, he was stunned at first, then his face turned red.

“Bah, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person? Don’t talk nonsense.”

Even so, Huang Six had already run away.

He wondered what he was going to do.

Han Muye smiled and turned his head, his gaze falling into the distance.

Over there, a figure walked over slowly.

It wobbled.

“Senior Brother Han.”

Zhao Youzhi, who was staggering, walked up to Han Muye with a pale face.

His right arm was empty.

“You’re awake?” Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi and said softly, “You should recuperate.”

Zhao Youzhi looked up, his deep eyes blank.

“Senior Brother Han, you once said that I’m suitable for left-handed swords, right?”

Han Muye nodded.

A light flashed in Zhao Youzhi’s eyes. He whispered, “So, what about now?”

When he said it before, his right hand was not broken.

But now, it was different.

Han Muye looked at Zhao Youzhi, pondered, and said nothing.

Zhao Youzhi was an ordinary disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword School.

His cultivation level was not high, and his combat strength was average.

He represented most cultivators of the Nine Mystic Sword School.

He cultivated the dao only because of his desire for longevity. He cultivated the sword because he wanted to be a sword cultivator who could take revenge.

That was all.

How many cultivators in the world did not think the same way?

Seeing that Han Muye was silent, Zhao Youzhi shook his head with a bitter smile and said softly, “Senior Brother Han, I understand.”

Then he turned and walked slowly down the hill.

Looking at Zhao Youzhi’s sad figure, Han Muye suddenly whispered, “If I teach you a sword technique that’s only for killing, can you hold back?”

Zhao Youzhi paused.

He turned slowly, stared at Han Muye, and nodded.

“Senior Brother, please teach me.”