The damage caused by those martial arts masters, the psychological blow the puppet dealt to the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and that surprise attack with the explosion.

In Han Feiyu's view, the opponent's condition had entered the kill zone, and the strategy to defeat the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was almost at its final stage.

However, even with the advantage, he remained a relatively cautious person.

Take it easy, then make a few more moves to ensure everything goes smoothly.

He selected a few of the most suitable ones from his highest-quality batch of original manuscripts and attacked them simultaneously.

The main attacker was the Second Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, who, despite his advanced age, still possessed the confident smile of youthful arrogance.

"Brother, come and see if I've improved?"

To kill someone, you must also destroy their spirit.

The anger that was already almost uncontrollable, and the sadness of knowing that everything was beyond repair.

Even though the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion had obtained the strongest power and reached the pinnacle of the sword path, he was still a formidable opponent.

He could not change the fact that his brothers, children, and disciples were turned into the original manuscript, who then raised their weapons against him, and his relatives and friends were slaughtered.

"Come on, witness my final strike..."

To reiterate, Han Feiyu is a good person. He is kind-hearted and cannot bear to see others suffer.

By searching his memory of the original manuscript, he discovered that the second master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion had hidden a move.

He knew that his brother would definitely succeed in breaking through and would definitely become the strongest sword cultivator in the world.

As the younger brother, he couldn't hold them back or fall behind.

During the time when the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was in seclusion, the Second Master also studied swordsmanship and completed his own new move.

He looked forward to the day his older brother returned, so that his brother could see how much progress he had made.

"It's a pity he can't swing that sword anymore, but it's not a big problem."

"I'm still here, aren't I? I will fulfill his wish and complete his dream!"

Ten Thousand Swords Technique: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One

The Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion could sense that this was an imitation of himself, and he could also sense the effort and conviction that the creator had put into this sword move.

That is why he understood that he had to respond in the best way to his brother’s final echo in this world.

"kill……"

The battle between brothers, sword against sword, follows the same approach of unifying all swords, and even their starting stances are similar.

There was no charging up of energy, no wasted words, and even with other puppets participating in the encirclement and killing, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion only had his brothers in his eyes.

He was confident he could give him a perfect death and then take care of all the filth.

"Whoosh..."

Two streaks of silver light collided, the sharp sword energy and the familiar sword heart reminded the Master of the Myriad Swords Pavilion of the past, even though many things could never be the same again.

The two brothers worked together to repair the chain, studying the flaws in each other's sword techniques and then helping each other correct them.

When you get tired, you can lie down on the grass. There's a patch of sunflowers not far away, and you can smell their fragrance.

"Brother, you are still more talented. It seems that we will have to rely on you to make our Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion shine again in the future."

"Don't underestimate yourself; you are much stronger than others."

"But we must have someone who can climb to the pinnacle of swordsmanship as quickly as possible, right?"

Brother, you are stronger. You are the one destined to be the strongest in the way of the sword.

I've figured it out. You need to focus on repairing the chain, and I'll take care of the operation of the Myriad Swords Pavilion.

"When our number one player emerges, please help me out and give my brother a hand."

That day, the two young people made their own promise, which became the most precious memory of the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Thinking back to that day, he could even recall the familiar scent of sunflowers.