Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-04-10

Chapter 198 Tu Sunshi’s Myriad Swords Returning to Origin (33)

There are many default rules in the cultivation world.

For example, once Cultivation has been stagnant for too long, it is difficult to improve.

Conversely, if a cultivator that has been wasted for countless years can suddenly improve, it may be an opportunity for rapid growth.

After all, such a person, whether it is experience or temperament, is something that others do not have.

Han Muye knows that Nine Mysteries Sword Sect outer sect Number One Person Mo Yuan is a leap into the sky, incarnates Old Ancestor Myriad Swords, and has the power to fight against Earth Stage Core Formation with a sword.

At this moment, Lu Hao’s facial expression grave, his whole body surging, blocked in front of Sun Mu.

“Junior Brother Sūn, you will break through with all your strength, and I will protect the law for you.”

Lu Hao shouted, holding a long sword with golden light shining in his hand.

In the void, the power of endless golden veins gathers and turns into golden light long sword illusory shadow.

“Roar—”

Before Sun Mu could answer, there was already a cloud of monster clouds surging in the distance, with a piercing scream, coming in an instant.

That’s a half-step Heaven Stage Great Demon.

Lu Hao coldly snorted, the sword light in his hand draws an arc, and the sharp streamer meets the demon cloud.

“When—”

The golden light collided with the demon cloud, and the sound shook hundreds of miles.

Below, the monster beasts and cultivators under the Foundation Establishment on the battlefield were trembling all over.

Old Six Huang turned to look at Lu Qingping in complexion pale, and a strong force emerged from his palm.

“Miss Ping, don’t worry, there is me.”

He held the long sword and turned his head to look towards not far away.

Over there, many black robed men have gathered around Tang Chi.

“Boom——”

“Boom——”

Behind the Monster Race, the thunderous sound of war drums came.

This drum sound makes those powerhouse facial expressions grave on Yunchao Ridge.

Monster Race is all about attacking!

“Be careful, the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect can’t stop this fight, prepare to rescue.”

Zheng Wangyuan stared straight ahead and spoke in a deep voice.

Everyone else is nodded.

This is not the time to plot against. If the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect is defeated, it will inevitably affect the entire battle situation, and even cause the entire front to collapse.

At the time of Fengshou Mountain, the front line collapsed, so I had to retreat.

Yunchaoling had a large army gathered by the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect at that time, temporarily suppressing the defense line.

If you retreat today, there will be no army behind you.

“Boom—”

Lu Hao’s sword glow cut open the demon cloud on the opposite side. With a laughed sound, the old man flew down and rammed into Lu Hao.

Lu Hao swept the sword in his hand and greeted him.

sword cultivator, speak with your own sword.

Not far away, five black demon clouds are gathering.

That was the Monster Race five Heaven Stage, quietly pressing down.

Monster Race is because there are five Heaven Stage Great Demons here, so they dare to keep attacking.

If it wasn’t for Tu Sunshi beheading a Great Demon before, making Monster Race jealous, I’m afraid Southern Desolate’s offensive would be several times more violent.

In the battlefield below, monster beast has retreated all around, leaving the main battlefield.

Great Demons in various fur robes galloped forward.

Some of these Monster Races transform into demons, bears, tigers, or wolves, with several feet in shape and fast as lightning.

Some Monster Race has the spell light flashing in the hands, far away from several li, there are already flowing light took out.

This is the real Monster Race army, every Great Demon, at least the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Under a few Foundation Establishments, all are fleshy body tyrannical, or have special bloodline power.

Among these Great Demons, there is also the Earth Stage powerhouse mixed in, with Qi and blood soaring into the sky.

This kind of power is completely unstoppable by the scattered cultivators and small sect cultivators.

“Cang 唷——”

A sword chanted, Li Xixi, who was wearing an azure robe, turned into a sword light and fell straight to the battlefield.

The ten-zhang sword light is like a shooting star, bursting in mid-air, with endless sharp edges, smashing in all directions.

Her sword light is like a signal, and countless sword lights rush into the battlefield from top to bottom.

Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Disciple burst into battle.

sword light, instantly diffuses, bursts, and shines, filling the entire Heaven and Earth.

At this moment, it seems that between Heaven and Earth, there is only sword light.

“Sword cultivator, indeed, it’s dazzling…” On the Yunchao Ridge, an old man wearing an azure robe shook his head and sighed.

Beside him, Yang Dingshan and the others turned to take a look.

This is the sword cultivator.

Cultivation.

Sword repairing.

Mind.

When there is no war, the sword is a companion and a confidant.

In wartime, the sword and oneself are indistinguishable from each other.

The sword is in the person, the sword is broken and the person perishes.

Tu Sunshi, whose hair was tied up with a golden crown, stepped out of the void with his sword qi restrained, holding a Qinghui long sword in his hand.

He has one person and one sword, and he does not show any strange power, but he is the backbone of the entire battlefield, the Western Border cultivator.

Without him, the Western Border Human Race line would have collapsed.

“Grandma, really want to kill the old man?”

Tu Sunshi muttered, turned into an azure light, and rammed forward.

In the distance, the five Great Demon cloud pillars vibrated, and it seemed that they had agreed on a five-to-one match.

On Yunchao Ridge, other half-step Heaven Stages also flew.

No one didn’t expect that the battle on the front line of Yunchaoling would break out at this moment.

In fact, it is normal. The Monster Race army is entrenched here, and it is not a dinner party. After so many days of testing, all the layouts have already been arranged.

Just waiting for a battle today.

It is a trial and a decisive battle.

“Boom—”

Tu Sunshi slashed the sword light from his hand, as if torn apart the sky.

ten thousand zhang sword glow , across things.

The halo blocked all the brilliance, only this sword stirred in the demon cloud.

The five Heaven Stage Great Demons rushed forward in unison, attacking and retreating together.

The sword light is clear and can be easily separated with Tu Sunshi’s sword glow.

There are ivy all over the sky, flying leaves fluttering, wrapping up towards Tu Sunshi.

The iron rod moved towards Tu Sunshi slammed down on the head.

There are feathers that turn into arrows, like wind and rain in the sky.

A water dragon roars, carrying clouds and rolling waves.

Although Tu Sunshi’s battle strength is tyrannical, it is not enough to hurt people before five powerhouses of the same rank.

His sword light was suppressed by the demon light, the sword glow swept across, shattered the arrows, chopped the water dragon, and then exited the battle circle, facing the five Heaven Stage Great Demons with facial expression grave.

With one enemy and five undefeated, this is already a sword dao powerhouse that is hard to find in the world.

But no one knows how long this invincibility will last.

The next sword?

Or the next sword?

If Tu Sunshi loses, Western Border will lose the whole game.

Those half-step Heaven Stage Western Border great cultivators also know that, and rush to the battle circle together, only to be blocked by Monster Race’s more half-step Heaven Stage Great Demon.

The strength of Southern Desolate Monster Race is indeed much stronger than that of Western Border.

Han Muye stood on the cliff, took a deep breath, raised his hand slightly, Azure Abyss and Purple Flame landed in the palm of his hand.

The two swords were intertwined, and a sword light rose from Han Muye’s body.

This sword light is so prosperous that it can’t even cover the countless sword qi at the foot of the mountain.

“It’s the sword dao exiled Han Muye!”

“Senior Brother Han is about to shoot!”

On the battlefield, countless low voices sounded.

Han Muye has only fought once in Yunchaoling.

In that match, he had two swords in hand, forming the Yunchao Ridge front and never retreating.

No one knows, Han Muye’s sword slashed through Heaven Stage.

“Om–“

The sword vibrated.

First a sword.

After that are countless swords.

Over the battlefield, Tu Sunshi turned his head to glance at Han Muye, and whispered: “This smiley brat, really…”

What is it?

No one knows how distressed Tu Sunshi is now.

I gave Han Muye the Divine Soul sword qi that I had cultivated for countless years, thinking that he could make good use of it.

How long does it take to keep warm?

This kid is going to use up this Divine Soul sword qi.

Divine Soul sword qi!

A sword light floats above Han Muye’s head.

The sword light is gathered into a hundred zhang long sword, the body of the sword is slightly illusory, and the pattern on it is simple.

Tu Sunshi gave his sword of Divine Soul.

It will take a long time for this sword, Han Muye, to become his own Divine Soul sword.

At this time, Han Muye chose to consume the sword qi directly by the imperial envoy.

Because, in his Divine Repository, there is an azure little sword that shines!

For the time being, his Divine Soul Power is only enough to warm up a Divine Soul sword, any more is a burden.

Not at this time, when?

Han Muye has one hand behind his back, in mid-air, with sword lotus growing step by step.

“Tu Sunshi senior, you enjoyed working together last time, why don’t you do it again today?”

Han Muye walked forward and shouted loudly.

In the entire battlefield, almost everyone looked towards Han Muye.

What does he want to do?

The battlefield of the Heaven Stage powerhouse, is a small cultivator able to go?

Crazy.

Tu Sunshi’s eyes flashed when he heard Han Muye’s chanting.

How happy is it to work together?

This kid is reminding himself that he still hasn’t given 20% of his Dao Sect profit.

I’m afraid that if I die today, the account is gone?

Looking at the sword light above Han Muye’s head, Tu Sunshi’s whole body surged with fighting intent.

Last time, he teamed up with Han Muye, but he killed a Heaven Stage Great Demon with one sword.

He didn’t have the sword of Divine Soul today, and Han Muye’s sword of Divine Soul might have been almost there.

That’s not much worse!

“Haha, boy, let’s work together again!”

Tu Sunshi flew up and lifted the beckoned, Han Muye’s sword of Divine Soul flew out and landed in his palm.

Han Muye stood up in the sky, and the Divine Light emerged from his body, urging the sword of Divine Soul to cooperate with Tu Sunshi.

“Boom—”

The sword of Divine Soul slashed down, and the endless coercion in it instantly absorbed the amount of Spiritual Qi and the divine Soul Power that escaped from a hundred miles away, condensing it into a Dark sword, fiercely smashed on the re-condensed water dragon.

The water dragon roared in pain, shattered its body, and reassembled into a thin old man in a green robe in the distance.

The old man grinned in pain.

Tu Sunshi laughed heartily, raised his hand and led the long sword and slashed at the old man again: “Fellow Daoist, old man, today, I will help you transform into Dragon Transformation, and become immortal!”

Seeing the sword light strike, the green robe old man Yufan Old Ancestor flashed fear in his eyes, body moved, and stepped back.

Tu Sunshi laughed, and slashed with the long sword.

“Mother, Tu Sunshi, you old bastard caught Old Ancestor, right?” Yufan Old Ancestor gritted his teeth and kept backing away.

This sword, he did not dare to take it.

The other four Heaven Stage powerhouses looked at each other and took a step forward, the demon light condensed.

Tu Sunshi shouted loudly: “Well done—”

He swept across with his great sword, forcing the four Great Demons away, then turned around and landed on Han Muye’s side.

“Boy, is that Myriad Swords Returning to Origin good?”

Han Muye turned to look at him, lightly said with a smile: “You want to learn?”

Tu Sunshi nods, facial expression grave: “This sword of Divine Soul is still weaker, just fighting like this, you and I can’t stand it.”

The sword of Divine Soul costs Han Muye The Divine Soul, the envoy of this sword, also wears out the Qi Cultivation Base of Tu Sunshi’s sword.

Five Heaven Stages on the opposite side can’t beat the killer. In today’s situation, there is no victory.

The five Great Demons were instigated by the clouds, and the pressure filled the sky, rolling in.

Below, everyone looked up and looked at the two silhouettes standing side by side.

Today, Western Border first sword cultivator Tu Sunshi, can he block the five Heaven Stage?

“Okay.”

At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing beside Tu Sunshi, took a step forward and shouted loudly.

“I have a sword called Myriad Swords Returning to Origin, created by the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect outer sect Number One Person Mo Yuan.”

“This sword costs Mo Yuan Two hundred years ago, I see thousands of sword techniques as a sword.”

“This sword is not limited to perception aptitude, but only to have a sword in my heart.”

Han Muye’s body, the suppressed sword light Condensed into substance, golden sword lotuses bloom around the body.

He held one hand behind his back and the other slowly forward, pointing to the sword.

“Master Mo once said that with this sword, he will open a road to the sky for ordinary sword cultivators in the world.”

“Today, I am Han Muye teaching the arts on behalf of my teacher, this sword, Sword cultivators in the world can learn.”

“Everyone is optimistic about–“

Countless cultivators looked up, and Han Muye, who was standing in the air, pointed to the front of his arm, like a sword stab!

“Wan, Sword, Return, Zong.”

Countless sword lotuses exploded, and each petal turned into an illusory shadow.

Each illusory shadow rehearses a sword technique.

Each sword technique is condensed into one formula.

A sword stabs out.

A sword.

The Ten Swords.

A hundred swords.

Thousands of Swords.

A thousand swords!

Thousands of swords are stabbed to return to the sect!

The sword lotus dissipates, peaceful.

Han Muye stood behind his back, indifferently said: “senior, have you learned?”

Tu Sunshi> nods, bows his hands and bows: “The master of one sword should be worshipped.”

“I, Tu Sunshi, is known as the first sword cultivator of Western Border, with a bright sword heart, using the sword as a baby, and thinking that I am invincible.”

“Today, we know that the sword dao is magnificent, Tu Sunshi is just a frog in well.”

A azure little sword appeared above Tu Sunshi’s head.

This sword, which condensed the sword potential and Divine Soul, stunned Spiritual Qi and sword qi in the entire battlefield as soon as it appeared.

“Southern Desolate Fellow Daoist, I just learned a Myriad Swords Returning to Origin from Master Han. Please, gentlemen, try the sword.”

The voice fell, and the sword light started.

Across thousands of miles, all the swords vibrated, flew into the air, attached to the Divine Soul long sword, and condensed into a sword.

This sword can hold up the sky.

Han Muye face changed He reached out and took out two purple jade pills and crushed them in the palm of his hand, causing all the medical power to explode in an instant.

Since crazy, then crazy once!

The purple jade pill in his Divine Repository also shattered with a bang, and all the medical power was transformed into the amount of divine Soul Power, which activated the sword of Divine Soul and cooperated with Tu Sunshi.

“Senior, I can hold ten breaths.” Han Muye lowered his voice.

“ten breaths?”

Tu Sunshi laughed heartily, and stabbed out with the long sword that held the sky.

“Three breaths are enough!”

A sword stabbed out, Tu Sunshi shouted: “Wan, Jian, Gui, Zong——”

The azure little sword above his head exploded, revealing a silhouette.

This silhouette is only more than three feet tall, with a face similar to Tu Sunshi, holding a sword in his hand, staggering awkwardly, and stabs it out slowly.

A sword stabbed out, the figure dissipated, and it reappeared. It was already a five- or six-year-old child.

Stab with a sword, the sword light is clear.

The illusory shadow is reincarnated, and the thirteen-fourteen-year-old boy, Sword Like A Rainbow, burst out.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen.

Twenty-year-olds.

Thirty years old, azure robe long sword, vertical and horizontal Heaven and Earth.

Forty, waving a sword, no one can match.

A hundred years old, throwing out a long sword, and pointing it to a sword.

A two-hundred-year-old, playful in the mundane world, teaching children how to swing a sword with bamboo and wood.

Three-hundred-year-olds, wandering around as a loose cultivator, arguing with the rivers and lakes.

Four hundred years old.

Five hundred years old.

A thousand years old!

Invincible for a thousand years, the sword dao returns to the sect and turns into a sword.

Wan, Sword, Return, Zong.

(End of this chapter)