Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1088 - 1088 Extreme Sprint, Chaos in the Wasteland

Chapter 1088 - 1088 Extreme Sprint, Chaos in the Wasteland

1088 Extreme Sprint, Chaos in the Wasteland
The light right-hand sword collided with an equally powerful weapon, creating a thunderous explosion.
The two identical ice-cold swords collided silently, and the coldness on the sword blades condensed, entwining the two swords together.
Using the exploding sword light from his right hand, Han Muye spun around with his left-hand sword as the axis, deflecting the incoming aerial longsword.
Dual swords, striking down the Slay-Me phantoms in three strikes!
This was a scene that no one had expected.
Some people thought that Han Muye would create a clone.
Some speculated that Han Muye would attack each one separately.
Some people felt that Han Muye was probably going to retreat first before advancing.
…
No one could have anticipated that Han Muye would actually block the three strikes of the Slay-Me phantoms with his dual longswords.
“Bang!”
The icy sword light shattered, and a flame burst forth.
The transition between ice and fire was naturally smooth.
The one controlling the strikes of the Slay-Me phantoms was none other than Han Muye’s own swordsmanship.
The Fire Vein Sword Technique had already been used by Han Muye several layers earlier.
The entwined swords separated, and the frost on the sword blades exploded and scattered, while the flames transformed into a dragon charging towards Han Muye.
However, Han Muye already had an identical dragon shadow appearing in his hand.
“Boom!”
On the other side, lightning exploded.
Without hesitation, Han Muye unleashed his own intertwined lightning.
Light and shadow flickered on the green stone platform.
Unknowingly, Han Muye had already displayed various sword techniques, such as water, fire, wind, clouds, lightning, and thunder. His Sword Dao cultivation was mixed but not chaotic.
On the entire platform, phantoms and figures intertwined, with sword light transforming into an invisible, shimmering brilliance.
Occasionally, piercing screams tore through the air, mingling with the clashing sounds of swords, disrupting the balance.
“In my Sword Sect, where sword cultivators wield dual swords with both hands, this person can rank in the top 30.” Inside a trial hall, a burly man with a beard gleamed with excitement as he fixed his gaze on the sword in Han Muye’s hand.
It was not until he stepped into the 62nd level of the trial that Han Muye finally displayed the might of his dual swords, a truly rare surprise.
Regardless of how others perceived it, Han Muye himself was immersed in the battle against the phantoms.
Facing him was a stranger yet familiar version of himself.
With each sword thrust and strike, it carried a familiar yet unfamiliar power.
Various scenes flashed through Han Muye’s mind.
So, there were still so many flaws in his swordsmanship.
So, his speed was still not fast enough, his strikes still not decisive enough.
So, the swordsmanship he mastered was far from reaching its peak.
“Slash—”
With a turn of the sword, relying on the images in his mind, he thrust his sword, deflecting the longsword of the phantom on the left and pressing the blade against its neck..
“He won—Damn it!” In front of the screen of a trial hall, a white-robed swordsman almost bit his own tongue.
He stared blankly as Han Muye withdrew the sword that was pressed against the neck of the phantom, then whispered softly, “Come again.”
Defeating the Slay-Me phantoms wasn’t enough; he had to come again?
In the screen, the sword in Han Muye’s hand became faster and faster.
Those sword moves seemed to make people more and more apprehensive.
It felt as if the killing intent hidden within the sword light could be sensed even through the screen.
Who could withstand a strike from such a sword face to face?
Dual swords against three strikes of the Slay-Me phantoms, starting with the initial clash of identical sword moves, but later dismantling and countering each move.
After three days, whenever the three phantoms made a move, Han Muye’s longsword would meet their chests and necks.
The three figures were squeezed together, maneuvering within a square inch of space.
The sword cultivators who had been observing through the Spirit Illumination Formation since yesterday had fallen into silence.
Not only did he suppress and defeat the Slay-Me phantoms, but he also triumphed so effortlessly, defeating them repeatedly.
What did that mean?
This meant that Han Muye, in his struggle against the Slay-Me phantoms, was constantly introspective. He broke through himself, thoroughly elevating his own swordsmanship.
Those outside the screen could also see that during these three days, Han Muye’s swordsmanship within the screen had improved by more than one level.
“Such comprehension, truly terrifying…”
No one knew who whispered this, yet it seemed to resonate with others.
In almost every trial hall, such voices could be heard.
“Clang—”
Han Muye slashed with his sword, shattering the three phantoms. Disappearing from his original position, he was enveloped in a golden halo.
The 63rd level.
The 64th level.
The 80th level!
No level could hinder Han Muye’s progress.
The powerful Mystic Spirit Sword Sect experts behind the Spirit Illumination Formation were all waiting, wanting to see how far Han Muye could go in this trial ground.
One had to know that after reaching the 80th floor, one was already qualified to become a disciple of the Xuntian Hall and become an elite of the two halls.
And this was achieved by Han Muye in less than a hundred days in the trial grounds.
With 200 days remaining, which level could he reach?
In Yunlu City, Wang Minghe and Chen Qiu walked out of the trial hall with gloomy expressions.
The trial disciples in the hall had already left, leaving only a few Sword Sect disciples like Zhao Xu.
Wang Jintai, who had hurriedly come from Qingyun Town, stood in front of the screen, his face full of emotions.
He couldn’t have imagined that Han Muye would reach this point.
The 80th level of the trial grounds, the identity of an elite in the two halls.
He slightly turned his head to look at his own uncle who had walked out of the hall, and a serious expression appeared on his face.
The situation in Sanhuo City was more troublesome than he had imagined.
This time, Zhenhuang Hall was determined to make things difficult for Yuze Province and his own grand-uncle.
“Elder Xiong, since you issued the extermination order, why don’t you arrange the tasks yourself instead of coming to seek our city’s protection?” On the stone steps outside the trial hall, Wang Minghe stood with his hands behind his back, his face cold.
Beside him, Chen Qiu, who came from Zhenxuan Hall, also had a chilly expression.