Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 190 - Title: Sword Dao Banished Immortal (4)

Chapter 190: t.i.tle: Sword Dao Banished Immortal (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

In a flash, the young man appeared behind Han Muye.

“Black Tiger Demon and Breeze Black Bat!”

A cry of surprise came from behind Han Muye.

Does he have a name?

It seemed that he was also an expert among the demons.

Han Muye looked ahead. The black tiger’s claws were already in front of him.

Without a sound, a green short sword stabbed at his neck.

It was fast.

The black tiger was fast, but the thin young man’s short sword was even faster.

These two great demons seemed to be competing to see who would get it first.

Around them, the human cultivators sighed, shouted, exclaimed, and the sword hummed.

Outside Han Muye’s body, the Green Destiny Sword in his hand loosened.

It was as if he was shocked by the thin line between life and death.

His right hand, which held the short sword, also dropped gently.

He stopped resisting.

That made sense.

In front of two extremely powerful demon experts, what was the difference between resisting and not resisting?

The seven demons attacked at the same time. In the end, the first to succeed were the Black Tiger Demon and the Breeze Black Bat.

The remaining five demons paused slightly.

There was no need to rush.

“Stab—Vroom—”

A sword hum interrupted everyone’s thoughts.

It was a green sword light.

The sword light drew an arc and carried a beautiful stream of light. It was like a crescent moon as it slashed the Black Tiger Demon’s neck.

A b.l.o.o.d.y crescent moon flew.

Soaring free.

What followed was a spray of fragmented blood.

Before everyone could understand where this blood light came from, another soft sound came from beside Han Muye.

“Sting—la.”

This was the rapid stabbing sound of a short sword.

At some point, the short sword in Han Muye’s right hand landed in his left hand, and then pierced through the ribs of the Breeze Black Bat, straight through its heart.

Han Muye slowly drew back his short sword, and Breeze Black Bat raised the sword in his hand.

Unfortunately, all his strength was also extracted the moment Han Muye’s short sword left his body.

As his body fell to the ground, his gaze landed on Black Tiger, who had fallen a step earlier.

Didn’t the ancient mighty figures of the demon race say that when they fell from the same height, their speed was the same regardless of the weight?

Could it be that the black tiger landed first?

In other words, he could last longer than that guy?

This was the last thing on Black Bat’s mind.

“Hum—”

When the Green Destiny Sword returned to Han Muye’s palm, the sword vibrated and cheered.

A spiritual weapon.

A real spiritual weapon had a spirit in the sword.

After obtaining the power of the greater demon’s divine bloodline, the sword that Mo Yuan had given him finally turned into a true spiritual weapon and had its own sword spirit.

“That’s the Crescent Moon Sword Technique, right?”

“It’s the sword technique of the Moon Essence Sword Sect. Why is it so powerful?”

Many sword experts recognized the arc of light when Han Muye’s Green Destiny Sword flew out.

However, no one knew what kind of sword technique he was using.

A close-range sword was invincible.

Reversal, left hand, lower.

The swords returned to his hands. Green Destiny was in the right, Purple Flame in the left.

The two swords clashed, and Han Muye stood in front of countless demons.

The five demons who stopped in their tracks and did not rush in front of Han Muye revealed fear in their eyes and did not dare to move forward.

If they had been the ones who had rushed over just now, they would probably have fallen to the ground.

This sword technique was too powerful!

Although the demons were a little violent, they were not fools who did not care about their lives.

This was a sword cultivator.

The two swords rose into the air. No one dared to take half a step forward.

Shouldn’t sword cultivation be so straightforward?

It was quiet for 10 miles.

Only the breeze brushed past the tip of Han Muye’s sword, causing it to vibrate.

“Boom—”

In the distant sky, a black demonic cloud transformed into a thousand-foot-long tiger claw and descended instantly.

Han Muye, who was standing still in midair, was restrained by a huge invisible force and couldn’t escape at all.

The top demon experts attacked!

With this pressure, he was at least at the eighth level of the Core Formation realm!

Such an expert actually attacked a low-level junior without caring about his reputation.

In front of the forest, Huang Six took a deep breath and looked at the huge claw pressing down on Han Muye. Blood surged in his eyes.

In front of a large bluestone, Li Three brought a green wine gourd to her mouth and took a sip. Then she drew her sword.

It was the iron sword that Deng Chungang had given her back then.

In a real life and death battle, she still felt that this sword was more convenient than the Mystic Sun Sword.

The demonic qi slowly pressed down, and the 90 sword intents in Han Muye’s sea of qi began to churn.

In his dantian, two sword pills spun rapidly, waiting for his call.

In the divine treasure, the sword of the soul had already condensed.

At this moment, a sword light flashed in the sky.

“Slash—”

A piercing shriek filled the sky.

Then a rumbling sound like thunder echoed.

“d.a.m.n it, how dare you extend your claws in front of me? If you come again, I’ll cut off more than one claw.”