“The wind fuelling the fire, burning for thousands of miles!”
Qi Mingyuan looked up. The green sword in Han Muye’s left hand had already turned into a stream of light, and the sword move was Cloud Severing.
Clouds gathered and scattered, and the wind blew wildly.
Before he could turn his head, flames exploded.
In front of him, a green wind swept up a fiery red stream of light. The wind surged and the flames soared!
Wind and fire coexisted, and sword intent fused!
Qi Mingyuan felt a huge shock in his heart. He had a sudden realization that seemed to surge through the skies.
This was the third level of Cloud Severing!
Instantly, he felt that he was in a boundless wasteland. Flames surged into the sky around him, and all the exits were blocked.
If he did not charge, he would definitely die!
“Clang—”
He unsheathed the sword and held it out, creating a strong wind.
Cloud sweeping.
This was sword intent.
“Boom—”
The wind swept the clouds, and the flames exploded!
Not only did the Cloud sweeping not suppress the fire, but it also filled the sky with flaming clouds!
In front of Qi Mingyuan, there was nowhere to hide in the vast prairie fire. He put away his sword and closed his eyes with a sigh.
It turned out that the wind was to fuel the fire.
At this moment, he finally understood why Han Muye said that Lingjue Sect’s foundation was weak.
Lingjue Sect’s sword technique was only a supporting technique, not a true killing move!
As an Earth Realm expert, he could only be helpless in front of the wind and fire.
The wind and fire dissipated, and the clouds were light.
The sword light in Han Muye’s hand dissipated, and the sword intent was put away.
It was not like he really wanted to kill an Earth Realm expert. There was no need to waste precious sword intent.
His voice sounded in Qi Mingyuan’s ears. “Senior, do you understand? Be it Cloud Severing or Cloud Sweeping, it’s just a supporting sword technique.”
“If you want to reach the third level, you just have to cultivate another Water Fire Sword Technique.”
“After comprehending this technique, Lingjue Sect will not be far from ascending another level.”
“I asked Qi Tao to come to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Do you understand what I mean now?”
According to Han Muye, Lingjue Sect’s foundation was weak. The signature sword technique was only a supporting sword technique.
Han Muye had asked Qi Tao to come to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect not only to cultivate, but also to prevent Lingjue Sect’s strength from increasing. If they had the intention to betray the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, they could use Qi Tao as a hostage.
Qi Mingyuan opened his eyes and nodded. He looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, my Lingjue Sect will never betray the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”
Han Muye chuckled and said to himself, “Some things, who can tell…”
Qi Mingyuan opened his mouth and glanced at the mighty Sword Pavilion. He said in a low voice, “Alright, I’ll let Qi Tao learn under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and not return to Lingjue Sect for ten years.”
“I’m just curious. Why should it be the fire-type lineage?”
“As far as I know, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s fire-type lineage seems to have declined.”
Han Muye looked at him and said, “It’s precisely because the fire-type lineage has declined that he has a chance to leave in ten years.”
“If he goes to the water-type lineage and has the patriarch guarding him, it’s hard to say if he can return to Lingjue Sect in ten years.”
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had five lineages of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Among them, the fire-type lineage Patriarch had betrayed them. Although there were many earth lineage experts, there were no top experts.
The remaining three lineages, metal, wood and water, each had a top-notch Earth Realm expert who had formed a Golden Core and was half a step into the Nascent Soul realm.
With such an expert holding down the fort, Qi Tao would not be so free to leave in ten years.
Moreover, with such an expert overseeing the sect, Qi Tao might not be willing to leave in ten years.
Qi Mingyuan nodded.
After Han Muye’s guidance, he understood the method to cultivate to the third level of Cloud Severing and did not stay any longer.
As he watched Qi Mingyuan leave, Han Muye looked into the distance.
Since he could comprehend the Wind Fire Technique, the experts in the fire-type lineage could naturally comprehend it too.
That fire-type expert, Su Yuan, who led the expedition against the Three Qin Sword Sect, had already learned the Five Mystic Sword Technique, Priarie fire, right?
With this sword technique, it was not completely impossible for the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s fire-type lineage to revive.
Prairie Fire, Cloud Severing, Cloud Sweeping.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and sword light flashed in his hands.
In his left hand was Destiny Sword, causing the wind to blow strongly!
In his right hand was Purple Flame Sword, causing the priarie fire for thousands of miles!
The Cloud Severing Sword Technique fused with the Cloud Sweeping Sword Technique, and the sword move instantly transformed, turning into an existence no lower than the Five Mystic Sword Technique.
The Prairie Fire Sword Technique was also at Five Mystic level.
With Five Mystic paired with the Five Mystic, the wind and fire burned for thousands of kilometers!
The endless sword light turned into wind and fire, as if it wanted to rush out of Han Muye’s body!
The wind was strong!
The fire was blazing!
If this strike was successful, it would contain the full power of wind and fire!
Han Muye’s eyes were filled with endless pride!
In just a breath, his face turned pale. The sword Qi of the two swords dissipated and flew back to the Sword Pavilion with a bang.
“The power of wind and fire is indeed not easy to use.”
“Sword momentum, hehe…”
With a soft whisper, the pale Han Muye’s eyes lit up.
The Cloud Severing and Cloud Sweeping, combined with the Five Mystic Sword Technique, formed the huge power of wind and fire and transformed into a supreme sword momentum.
Unfortunately, even if he knew the method to condense sword momentum, his cultivation and body were too weak to use it.
Or perhaps the price to pay was too high.
However, since he had already comprehended it, why would he be afraid of not using it?
…
“Eh, that big financier is gone? Isn’t he staying behind for a meal?” Lu Gao, who had returned with all kinds of food, looked around with a hint of regret.
Lin Shen looked around with a solemn expression.
His cultivation level was much higher than Lu Gao’s, and he could sense the sword intent that had yet to dissipate in the Sword Pavilion.
And the power that made his heart tremble.
Could it be the legendary sword momentum?
Han Muye shook his head, brought out the small wooden table, and placed the dishes on it.
“Elder, do you want to eat some together?”
He looked up at the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
Lu Gao stopped in his tracks, his face stiffening.
“No, thanks.”
The Sword Pavilion Elder’s voice sounded.
Lin Shen looked up at the open window on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
The Sword Pavilion elder, whose existence was comparable to the three elders of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, was actually so approachable?
Would the Sword Pavilion Elder really respond?
Han Muye unceremoniously took away the drumstick that Lu Gao had his eyes on.
The Sword Pavilion Elder naturally knew that he had used his sword intent in front of the Sword Pavilion.
The Sword Pavilion Elder could even detect many of his small actions.
However, in the eyes of an expert like the Sword Pavilion Elder, these were just small tricks. It did not matter.
In the evening, Huang Six returned happily.
Other than Lu Qingping, Lin Yuxia also came.
Lu Gao, who was very observant, not only brought back more food, but he also borrowed a big table from the dining hall and carried it back.
There were not many people in the dining hall who were willing to pay for more food with extra money. Lu Gao was already a big shot in the dining hall. It was a small matter to lend him a table.
Under the setting sun, the golden Sword Pavilion shone.
Huang Six and Lu Qingping sat together with their backs against the Sword Pavilion. Lin Shen sat with his sister.
Han Muye and Lu Gao took one side each, and they all surrounded the square table.
“This meal is quite sumptuous. Brother Lu must have spent a lot.” Han Muye looked at the table full of dishes and said with a smile.
“Small matter, small matter,” Lu Gao said, grinning.
That day, he had directly earned a medium-grade spiritual rock. What was this table of food even considered?
Lu Gao reached out and suddenly looked at Han Muye beside him.
Han Muye laughed and shouted, “Elder, let’s eat together?”
Huang Six trembled in fear.
Fortunately, there was no response from upstairs.
No longer polite, they all reached out.
Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia did not hesitate.
“Second Brother, did you ask Senior Brother Zhao to arrange an opponent for me? Are they all so weak?” Lin Yuxia turned to look at Lin Shen as she ate.
Lin Shen froze and looked up at Han Muye.
Han Muye laughed and focused on the food in front of him.
“In that case, my two opponents were specially arranged?” Lu Qingping stopped and looked at Huang Six.
“Well, this…” Huang Six’s face was red, but he did not know how to explain.
He could not lie in front of Lu Qingping.
“Hey, Brother Zhenxiong, I’ve told you before. I just want to have a good competition and fight for some resources for my Clear Wind Temple. Then, I’ll accompany you back to Jinyang.” Lu Qingping’s expression darkened slightly as she shook her head gently.
At the dining table, the atmosphere was instantly gloomy.
Lin Shen turned around and glared at Lin Yuxia.
“Why, Huang Zhenxiong, are you not going to be a Sword Caretaker anymore?”
At this moment, a voice sounded in the Sword Pavilion.
Everyone’s expression changed and they quickly stood up.
The Sword Pavilion Elder!
“The food is good.”
“Didn’t Han Muye call me for dinner? Why didn’t he wait for me?”
“There’s no wine. Fortunately, I brought it.”
After sitting down in the seat that Huang Six and Lu Qingping had moved away from, the white-haired Sword Pavilion Elder raised his hand and a small wine pot appeared.
“Sit down.”
