Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Isn't this sword embryo the one that Han Muye refined in that illusion?

Can this sword embryo be taken out of the illusion?

Turning his head to look around, Han Muye had a smile on his face.

This is still an illusion, but it is no longer the illusion before.

In other words, the sword embryo is real.

Holding the sword embryo in his hand, a faint sword intention penetrated it, and memories emerged one after another.

This sword embryo was really the one he made with his own hands.

The Eternal Sword Platform is interesting...

The sword has two edges, both moral and moral.

Between reality and reality, it can reach such a level. This is clearly a creation!

Only the power of the Creator's Realm, even at extremely high levels, can manifest objects in the illusion out of thin air.

Holding the sword embryo, Han Muye walked straight forward.

"General!"

"General!"

The sounds of soldiers shouting came one after another.

Lowering his head, the clothes on his body had turned into battle armor.

"General, the Qiu family has been escorted to the city walls."

"General, if Qiu Qi doesn't surrender, are the Qiu family really going to be killed?"

Several generals stepped forward with solemn expressions on their faces.

"After all, Mr. Qiu is your master, General. You cannot bear the reputation of killing a master..."

Kill the master?

Han Muye strode forward. In front of him was a fortified city five feet high.

The city wall was mottled and scattered soldiers were stationed there.

Under the city wall, there are military formations.

In front of the military formation, seven or eight cloth-robed bodies were tied up and detained by soldiers.

Is that a member of the Qiu family?

Moving forward quickly, Han Muye raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the long sword at the waist of the general beside him.

"Canglang——"

The long sword is unsheathed.

A faint sword intent poured into the sword, and the memory of this illusion appeared in Han Muye's mind.

At this time, he should be the leader of this side of the Red Forest Army.

The Red Forest Army is considered a rebel army, but it is not a rebel army.

The prince who was loyal to the Chilin Army was held in a prison by the emperor. Before the emperor could convict the prince, he suddenly fell ill and died.

The third prince, who controlled half of the country's military power, wanted to become the new emperor and led an army from the border to the imperial capital.

Xue Yu'an, the commander of the Red Forest Army who also came from the garrison, who was Han Muye's current identity, wanted to rush to the imperial capital before the third prince, rescue the prince, and help him ascend the throne.

It can be said that whoever arrives in the imperial city first, whether it is the third prince or Xue Yu'an, will decide who will own the throne.

But now the Chilin Army is blocked by a Mingyu City two hundred miles outside the Imperial City.

The general stationed in Mingyu City is named Qiu Qi, and he is Xue Yu'an's junior brother.

Xue Yu'an once practiced under Qiu Qi's father, Qiu Changlin.

Mingyu City could not be captured for three days, so Xue Yu'an took Qiu Changlin and the rest of the Qiu family outside the city gate.

Qiu Qi couldn't open the city gate, and all of Qiu's family were killed.

"General, even if you want to kill the Qiu family, you can't do it yourself!"

The expression of the general whose sword was taken away changed and he let out a low voice.

The expressions of other generals who followed Han Muye also changed.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he walked up to the white-haired old man in front and bowed.

"Master."

The old man turned back and looked at Han Muye.

"Do you still recognize Master?" On the other side, the Qiu family members whose hands were tied showed anger, "If you recognize Master, you should let my eldest brother go."

"Yes, Qiu Qi has already occupied Mingyu City. You surrender and wait until the third prince takes that seat. How can you be in charge of this party in the future?" Another old man from the Qiu family said.

"Xue Yu'an, you have studied in the Qiu family for three years. If the Qiu family had not given you the opportunity, how could you have been in charge of the Red Forest Army? Now is the time for you to repay your kindness."

Behind them, the Qiu family members also shouted loudly.

Han Muye remained silent and looked up at the city ahead.

"Master, tell me, what should I do?"

On the top of the city, a young man wearing black armor stood there with a sad and angry look on his face.

"When you entered my sect, what did I tell you on your first day of sword practice?"

Beside Han Muye, the white-haired old man spoke softly.

What did you say on the first day?

Han Muye didn't know.

He looked down at his sword.

The edge of the long sword is clear.

"Master, you know what I will choose, right?" Han Muye asked.

His words brought a smile to the old man's face.

The expressions of the other Qiu family members after the old man changed.

"As the commander of the Red Forest Army, of course you should do what you should do."

"Swordsmen break easily."

"With a sword in hand, there is no turning back."

The white-haired old man smiled, his eyes sparkling with energy.

"Not to mention that the prince is kind, he treats you kindly, and promotes you at a young age. If you are just a legitimate concubine, you should be crowned prince."

"The third prince shows off his martial arts skills and acts arrogantly. If he becomes the emperor, the people will be in extremely miserable condition."

He also looked up at the young figure at the top of the city, and the old man sighed.

"Qi'er is my son from old age. I am too arrogant. I let him follow the third prince. I wanted him to be tempered. Unexpectedly, he ended up in a power struggle."

"Xue Yu'an, even if he kills me, he won't surrender."

"You let me go and I will take him down."

The old man's words made the Qiu family members behind him stunned.

"Brother, that's your own son!"

"Brother, if Qiu Qi has the merit of following the dragon, our Qiu family can become a noble family!"

"Master, are you confused?"

Behind Qiu Changlin, a series of exclamations sounded.

Qiu Changlin looked at Han Muye with a calm expression.

Han Muye raised his hand and struck the rope that bound Qiu Changlin's arm with the long sword in his hand.

The rope breaks.

"Zheng——"

Han Muye threw the long sword in front of Qiu Changlin.

Qiu Changlin held his sword, laughed, and walked forward quickly.

When he reached the top of the city, he held his sword and looked at the figure on the top of the city.

"Father!"

At the top of the city, the young man in armor shouted.

Qiu Changlin slowly raised the sword in his hand: "Qi'er, you shouldn't stop the Chilin army from entering the city."

"I have promised Yu'an that I will come to the city to get you."

His words made everyone in the city stunned.

On top of the city, the young man's expression changed. He held a big bow tightly in his hand and pointed the arrow at Qiu Changlin.

"Father really wants to go to the city to get me on Xue Yu'an's behalf?"

Qiu Changlin laughed loudly and moved straight up three feet.

"Back then, I, Qiu Changlin, traveled across the rivers and lakes, and could kill a thousand armors with one sword!"

Going straight to the top of the city, Qiu Changlin's voice rang out.

On the top of the city, the young man in green armor gritted his teeth and loosened the string of the big bow in his hand.

"Bang——"

Long arrows flew out.

The arrow shot towards Qiu Changlin's chest, who was holding a sword in his hand.

Qiu Changlin had a smile on his face and stopped the sword in his hand.

"puff--"

The long arrow pierced the chest, carrying Qiu Changlin's body, and landed more than ten feet away, causing dust to rise.

"Dang Cang——"

Qiu Changlin's sword fell from his hand.

Han Muye looked at the falling figure with a complicated expression on his face.

"So what if the sword is sharper?"

"If you don't do it, it will be in vain."

"The sword in your hand is so sharp that if you can't cut it, you can only hurt yourself..."

Sighing softly, he raised his hand and pointed to the city ahead.

"All the troops, attack the city!"

…

As if staying aloof from the incident, Han Muye watched the army capture the city, and watched the armor-piercing young man cry bitterly in front of him, wailing and begging for mercy.

The army marched forward, captured the imperial city, and the prince ascended the throne.

In his hand was the sword that fell from Qiu Changlin's hand.

"Morality and friendship are all shackles that bind the way of swordsmanship?"

Han Muye whispered, and the illusion in front of him slowly dissipated. (End of chapter)