I, Han Muye, will also reach the Heaven Realm!

"If I, Su Yuan, dare to use Prairie Fire today, I don't care if I die in the future."

In the distance, the green-robed Daoist was in the air. The sword light in his hand caused flames to fill and fall from the sky.

This was the last memory that remained on the severely damaged sword.

If he used Prairie Fire, his life would be in danger?

Han Muye was confused.

The Prairie Fire Sword Technique was a fire-type ultimate technique. Why couldn't he use it?

There were too many swords entering the pavilion that day, so he did not have time to think about it. He only checked briefly before taking them in.

After the Battle Sword Hall sent the swords over, he looked at the group of black-robed disciples of the Sword Sect.

Red robes were donned for joyous occasions and black robes for mourning.

31 disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had died, and only less than 10 personal swords could be found.