Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 422 – The Sword Pavilion has too few sword weapons

Chapter 422 – The Sword Pavilion has too few sword weapons

Just now, the Heavenly Sword and Free Wanderer's Godly Sword were already hard to handle.

There was no doubt that Meng Fan's Divine Soul attack power far exceeded his Divine Soul defense.

Attacking one's own Divine Soul with one's own Divine Soul was truly unbearable and could lead to disaster!

So when the black-robed Meng Fan initiated the Sword God and Free Wanderer's Godly Sword, Meng Fan immediately prepared himself.

He didn't care about fairness or justice in a gentleman's battle; he quickly unleashed his trump card.

What was his trump card?

There was only one answer, without a doubt.

Myriad Swords As One!

Meng Fan raised his hand and used his ultimate move without any hesitation.

There was no other way; he couldn't really compete with the black-robed Meng Fan's Sword God and Free Wanderer's Godly Sword.

Because that would inevitably lead to mutual destruction, with no exceptions.

The black-robed Meng Fan was ultimately fake; it dared to fight and risk mutual destruction, but Meng Fan couldn't!

In the next second, the black-robed Meng Fan was torn to shreds by Myriad Swords As One.

This was inevitable!

The combination of Sword God and Free Wanderer's Godly Sword was strong, but it was no match for Myriad Swords As One and could only be crushed.

A slight smile appeared on Meng Fan's face as he finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his room in the Sword Pavilion.

He had to admit, the combination of Sword God and Free Wanderer's Godly Sword had just made his scalp tingle for a moment.

Even if the black-robed Meng Fan had used Myriad Swords As One, Meng Fan wouldn't have been this nervous.

After all, Myriad Swords As One was strong, but it wouldn't lead to mutual destruction.

This was a case of one thing overcoming another.

Meng Fan's face showed a bitter smile; leaving the meditation cushion space this time was a bit too sudden.

It felt like being led by the nose, which was very uncomfortable.

Very annoying!

"However, it did open up a new perspective for me, and just now in the meditation cushion space, I gained some good insights into the Sword Control to Subdue Demons technique," Meng Fan muttered to himself.

After some thought, Meng Fan decided to temporarily set aside his focus on sword techniques.

To be honest, his sword techniques were not weak at all.

Not to mention the Condensation Pill Realm and Summoning God Realm, even in the Primordial Spirit Realm, it was almost impossible for anyone to surpass him in sword techniques.

His current shortcoming was his cultivation level!

"The next direction should be to focus on improving my cultivation level," Meng Fan set his "battle" plan.

For Meng Fan, there was an exclusive channel to improve his cultivation level that others couldn't access.

That was to absorb the Essence of the Sword!

The vast number of sword weapons in the Sword Pavilion was Meng Fan's capital for improving his cultivation level.

However, to be honest, in terms of quantity, Meng Fan had already absorbed the Essence of the Sword from more than half of the long swords in the Sword Pavilion.

But those were all ordinary swords and spiritual swords; the remaining ones were higher-level sword weapons.

So comparatively, although the quantity was less, the quality was higher!

Since his last visit to the Wu family's ancestral land and his return, Meng Fan hadn't absorbed the Essence of the Sword for a long time.

So his cultivation level had also stagnated for a long time.

Relying solely on hard cultivation, it would take at least years to advance from the fifth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm to the sixth level.

Sword Pavilion, second floor.

Elder Lin saw Meng Fan appear and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Meng Fan shook his head and said, "Master, I just came to help wipe these long swords."

Elder Lin said nothing and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

He knew Meng Fan had a talent for gaining insights when he touched long swords.

Otherwise, this kid wouldn't be so diligent in wiping the long swords.

He had wiped all the long swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion and now started on the second floor.

Elder Lin didn't ask much about this, giving Meng Fan enough freedom.

Everyone has their own secrets, and there's no need to delve too deeply; doing so would only make others unhappy.

In this regard, Elder Lin was quite open-minded.

Moreover, Meng Fan's talent was clearly innate, a unique constitution.

Even if he asked in detail, others couldn't replicate it.

Therefore, asking more would only be unnecessary trouble!

Elder Lin had lived long enough to understand this.

Meng Fan began wiping the long swords on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Looking at these long swords, he suddenly felt a bit pressured.

Because the spiritual swords on the second floor had already been wiped clean, leaving only a few law swords.

Once he finished wiping these law swords, he would have to go to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The higher he went, the fewer sword weapons there were.

The second floor of the Sword Pavilion had mostly spiritual swords and a few law swords.

The third floor had mostly law swords and a few dao swords.

It had always been arranged this way.

Once he finished wiping the sword weapons on the second floor, the third floor would have significantly fewer sword weapons compared to the first and second floors.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan sighed helplessly.

Even if he wiped all the sword weapons in the Sword Pavilion and absorbed all the Essence of the Sword, it would still be difficult to push his cultivation level to the Primordial Spirit Realm!

Just thinking about it made him feel pitiful...

Why was his cultivation so difficult and slow!

Hearing Meng Fan's sigh, Elder Lin suddenly opened his eyes and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Meng Fan felt a bit embarrassed, not expecting his subconscious sigh to disturb Elder Lin.

"Nothing, sorry to disturb you, Master."

Elder Lin pressed on, "If it's nothing, why are you sighing?

Young people shouldn't sigh so much; it makes you seem older than me.

Tell me, why were you sighing just now?"

Why come to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion to sigh? It was annoying!

Elder Lin was clearly displeased.

Meng Fan awkwardly replied, "I just suddenly felt that the sword weapons in the Sword Pavilion are too few, and I felt a bit melancholic, so I couldn't help but sigh."

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Elder Lin's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Meng Fan incredulously.

To Meng Fan, he genuinely felt that the swords in the Sword Pavilion were too few, not enough for him to wipe.

But from an outsider's perspective, from Elder Lin's perspective, Meng Fan's words were absurd.

Utterly absurd!

Who didn't know that the Shu Mountain Sword Sect had the most swords?

Even other sword sects in the Northern Region, like the Kunlun Sword Sect and Limitless Sword Sect, which were on par with the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, had far fewer swords in their collections.

Meng Fan, this kid, actually said the Sword Pavilion had too few swords, which made Elder Lin so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

The Shu Mountain Sword Pavilion's vast collection of swords was Elder Lin's pride, something he often bragged about to his old friends.

But now, his only direct disciple, Meng Fan, was questioning this aspect, which was a slap in the face, simply outrageous!