Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Crimson Flame Mang Niu feeds on flames, and its blood is full of the power of flames.

This is a monster living in a heterogeneous world. Its mixed strength can turn into a pillar of fire and melt its enemies into ashes.

Every Scarlet Flame Bull has the power of the terrain, and the strength of each other is even more terrifying.

At this time, at least thirty bullocks rushed towards Han Muye.

The flames that gathered together have turned into a beam of light of hundreds of meters.

But compared to Han Muye's sword light, this beam of light is as dim as a firefly!

A sword was in the air, and the light of the sword was rippling like a river wind, waving forward.

The flames on each bullock were wrapped in the light of the long sword and turned into sparkling light in the waves.

The flame beam collapsed suddenly!

"He Feng listens to the song!" Behind Han Muye, a trial disciple holding a long sword widened his eyes, and the sword in his hand kept shaking.

"I can't use this sword, this sword..."

He has also practiced this swordsmanship, but compared with the swordsmanship that Han Muye performed, the difference in strength was almost thousands of miles.

"What a good move." In the big city hundreds of millions of miles away from Yunlu City, in front of the disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect gathered in the trial hall, the gray-bearded old man chuckled.

Beside him, the eyes of a young swordsman in his thirties are full of light: "Being able to break the fire pillar with clear waves, this swordsmanship is so deep and unfathomable."

It is unpredictable, but there are clearly layers of fighting spirit emerging from him.

"Why, Zhu Yong, the elite of the Sword Sect's Temple of Heaven, will also be interested in a trial disciple?" Beside the young man, a brawny man with a height of nine feet smiled slowly and said loudly.

The gray-haired old man smiled but said nothing.

The young man named Zhu Yong didn't turn his head, just looked at the pillar of fire that burst into pieces in the light curtain, and the sword light of the water waves that had drowned those reckless cows.

"I only want elites in the Temple of Heaven."

"Isn't it the same for you in the Temple of Heaven?"

His words made the strong man laugh.

The look on the big man's face turned proud, and he looked at Han Muye in the light curtain: "Whether he can enter the Heavenly Palace depends on whether he can cross the hundred floors."

"Temporary speed is nothing."

The Temple of the Heavens, the Temple of the Battle of Heaven.

These two turned out to be the two strongest members of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

The disciples of the Sword Sect at the rear, as well as other disciples waiting for the trial, all showed envy on their faces.

To be valued by the powerhouses of Xuntian and Zhantian at the same time, that trial disciple is truly extraordinary.

Of course, judging from his kendo cultivation base that he entered the second floor with one sword, he also has such qualifications.

Outsiders don't know, but those Sword Sect disciples who have entered the trial grounds all know that the trial grounds suppress cultivation.

Only with a high level of kendo cultivation can one perform exceptionally well in the trial ground.

There is a well-known rumor in Jianzong that a Daoist master concealed his identity and went to the trial site of Jianzong, but he did not even enter the outer door.

Because of his poor swordsmanship, Kong has a cultivation base, but he can't play it in the trial ground.

The trial ground is for true kendo practitioners.

"boom--"

On the second floor of the trial ground, the water light in the ten thousand zhang space in front of Han Muye burst, and the sparkling flame also went out.

The dying Chiyanmang cows fell to the ground.

The jade in Han Muye's hand shone with golden light.

The second level of trial, passed.

"A quarter of an hour." Holding the jade stone, Han Muye said lightly.

The dozens of sword cultivators who followed him had already rushed out.

Han Muye watched as they hunted and killed the seriously injured Scarlet Flame Mang Cattle with a gleam in his eyes.

He didn't know where to find this Crimson Flame Bull, but the flame on his body made the Nirvana Beads he collected feel a little bit of sensation.

He absorbed a ray of flame and poured it into the Nirvana Bead, and the Nirvana Bead was also unceremoniously swallowed.

It's a pity that the flame power of this bully is still weak, even killing thousands of heads is just a drop in the bucket for Nirvana Pearl.

Han Muye also had no interest in killing cattle on the second floor.

The Nirvana Bead is just an ordinary treasure to him. If there is a chance to let it Nirvana, it would be better to stimulate the Phoenix bloodline of the divine bird. If it is impossible to Nirvana, it will have no effect on him.

"The second floor is over." In the Yunlu City Trial Hall, Zhao Xu clasped his hands and roared.

In the light curtain in front of him, Han Muye and the trial disciples behind him were enveloped in golden light and disappeared.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they had already completed the trial task on this floor.

the third floor.

Blue light shrouded, a mountain forest.

The eyes are full of large trees dozens of feet high, with canopies like canopies.

Han Muye and a group of trial disciples landed in the forest, the golden light dissipated from his body, and the black giant birds perched on the treetops immediately attacked.

The body is three feet long, with wings spread out nearly zhang, the whole body is black, and the feathers are like arrows with green gray.

The long beak is the color of gold and iron, and it is two feet long.

The front end of the pale yellow claws had sharp claws that were five inches long.

"Gah-"

A harsh hissing sound came, and all the trial disciples who followed Han Muye trembled.

There is a divine soul attack in this cry!

Han Muye raised his head and swung the long sword in his hand. The light of the sword was so fast that it only flickered, and it had already cut the black giant bird into two pieces.

A blood-red sparkle.

Qi and blood instantly diffused.

"Be careful!" Several trial disciples shouted.

"This is an iron thorn bird. It is the most revengeful. It attracts companions with qi and blood, and it will never die!" A trial disciple looked at the surging tree crown not far away, and said solemnly: "Senior Brother Han, you go first."

Go first.

Three or two people present dared to deal with this iron thorn bird.

But if the birds came in groups, no one dared to face them.

"Hey, this son is really arrogant. This iron-thorn bird is flying fast. Although its combat power is only in the environment, it is extremely difficult to deal with in the environment."

In the trial hall of a city, an old man wearing a white robe, through the floating eyes above Han Muye's head, saw the situation on the third floor of the trial ground, and shook his head regretfully.

At this time, the eyes above Han Muye's head had already floated to thirteen lines.

"Go?" Han Muye stood up with his sword and stepped out.

"I'm afraid this iron thorn bird won't come!"

With a low drink in his mouth, Han Muye followed his sword and stepped onto the dense canopy. His speed was actually a few points faster than that of the iron thorn bird.

This third layer of space is obviously suppressing the power of flying escape, but Han Muye is flying between the tree canopies, like a light cloud.

"This is the power of kendo turned into the power of the flesh." In a blue hall, a Taoist with a long blue sword on his back looked at Han Muye's feet, his eyes penetrating.

"It's the floating cloud sword intent. The body is like a light cloud, and the sword enters the nine heavens." A young man behind the Taoist said softly: "This sword intent is masterfully controlled. Come to my Tianyun Temple, I am afraid that it will be ranked in the top ten among the disciples."

The Taoist in front of him did not speak.

Han Muye already had so many eyes staring over his head, how could it be possible for them to grab the Heavenly Cloud Palace?

"Thorn-"

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword and rushed into the canopy of the tree. By the time he flew out, he had already killed three giant birds.

The giant bird fell, Han Muye flickered his sword and the sword was as light as a floating cloud, and the man walked between the canopies, shouting in a low voice, "Give you a quarter of an hour."

One quarter of an hour!

Still a quarter of an hour!

The people below looked up and saw that although the injuries on the fallen iron thorn bird were serious, it did not die!

"Senior Brother Han..." A test disciple flashed excitement on his face, and said in a low voice, "It's us who dragged down Senior Brother Han."

Everyone else nodded.

"Don't disappoint Senior Brother Han's kindness, he has already triggered the siege of the iron-thorn bird."

One of the trial disciples drank lowly, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and slashed a fallen giant bird into two pieces with one sword.

In the sky, there were already giant black birds pounced on Han Muye's body.

In the distance, a flock of giant birds rushing toward them like thick black clouds.

The power of qi and blood that condensed together turned into a giant bird of thousands of feet, spread its wings, and slammed it towards this side.

This blow can directly smash the mountain forest in a radius of ten miles and turn it into powder!

At this moment, behind those eyes on Han Muye's head, everyone was staring at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Since Han Muye dared to confront the Thorn Birds alone, he was naturally confident that he would pass the test.

It's just how to deal with it, whether to pass the test beautifully or barely pass the test, the difference is huge.

"Back then, what I encountered on this third floor wasn't a thorn bird, but a hundred songbirds that were much weaker than it. So, it took me thirteen days to complete the task." Yunlu City Trial Hall , Hu Jie shook his head and spoke softly.

The other disciples of the Sword Sect all looked at their hearts.

Starting from the third floor, the difficulty of the trial has increased more than tenfold.

Those disciples waiting for the trial have turned pale.

They have seen the strength and speed of the Iron Thorn Birds, and they are still attacking in groups.

For the immortal cultivator who has been suppressed by the power of flying escape, it is too difficult to deal with such flying birds.

It is not a place of trial where no one will die.

On the contrary, the number of people who have died in the trial land is hundreds of thousands of times more than those who have passed the trial!

"He moved!" someone whispered.

"His sword, his sword flew!" Someone's eyes widened.

"He, he is Yujian!" Countless people in the trial hall observing Han Muye shouted loudly.

Han Muye released his hand, and the sword in his palm flew out.

A sword repairer put down the sword in his hand.

With a dazzling edge, the sword headed towards the giant bird transformed by the birds in front.

The sword light condensed into a phantom of hundreds of meters, with immortal patterns shining on it, and it was extremely sharp.

With one sword, hundreds of giant birds were torn apart by the sword light.

The giant bird formation was also split in half by a sword.

This sword exceeded everyone's expectations.

As a sword cultivator, it's not that you can't cultivate the art of mastering the sword.

It's just that Yujian is mostly one-on-one, and rarely releases the sword in his hand when facing a siege.

After all, for Jianxiu, the sword in his hand is the biggest support.

"Without a sword in his hand, but with a sword in his heart, he has already cultivated to this level?" In a trial hall, the old man who was sitting cross-legged slowly got up.

Behind him, all the disciples of the Sword Sect all had their eyes lit up.

"This kid, this sword is interesting." The big man who was standing with Zhu Yong in the Temple of Heaven shouted.

"This sword has the shadow of my swordsmanship in the Temple of Heaven." Zhu Yong stared at the long sword that flew back to Han Muye's hand, and whispered softly.

His voice was so low that only he could hear it.

Han Muye retracted his long sword and did not retreat. He followed the sword and crashed into the scattered birds.

The flock of birds that could not be gathered for a while could only be slaughtered under his sword.

His body seemed to have no weight, and he flew among the birds, and every time he moved, it brought a bloody light.

The long sword gently slid across the neck of the giant bird, and an iron thorn bird fell.

"Good swordsmanship, use the power of the bird's wings to move around, even if this group of iron thorns is cut off, no bird can get close to him." A middle-aged sword standing in the center of the trial hall Fix eyesight.

"Who is this person, go and find out." He snorted.

The two Sword Sect disciples glanced at each other, hurriedly bowed, glanced at Han Muye in the light curtain, and exited the hall.

The trial ground depends not only on combat power, but also on swordsmanship and sword intent.

As far as Han Muye's swordsmanship is concerned, Yujian's strike is superb.

The floating cloud sword intent that he walks with the sword at this time is like a fluttering among thousands of giant birds, which is really wonderful.

That waits to rotate freely between square inches, like a light cloud floating, but with a coquettish and bloody figure, every time it flashes, it makes people fascinated.

"Isn't that what my generation of swordsmen are like..." A trial disciple standing behind the disciples of the Sword Sect revealed a resolute sword light.

Jian Xiu can make a sword without regrets, and it should be like this, free and carefree.

What Han Muye showed on these three floors was exactly what a low-level kendo practitioner imagined.

"This is the real Sword Immortal!" Someone whispered.

Sword Fairy!

This word can't be more accurate to describe Han Muye who is floating like a cloud among the giant birds in front of him!

"Thorn-"

Han Muye slashed out a sword light of ten feet with one sword, and with a movement, he fell directly to the ground.

In his hand, the jade flashed golden light.

Not a quarter of an hour, but soon.

He didn't wait, the golden light from the jade in his hand directly wrapped his body and disappeared into this layer.

Don't wait any longer.

The other trial disciples who came with him had already killed enough Iron Thorn Birds.

It can't be said to be beheading, they just need to use the sword to wipe the necks of the fallen iron thorn birds.

"boom--"

As soon as he entered the fourth floor testing ground, a gigantic gray-yellow rhino 30 feet tall slammed into Han Muye head-on.

The power surging in this rhinoceros is already half the power of the heavens, and the blood is surging like a long river.

Thirty-eight eyes of various colors were already floating above Han Muye's head, staring at his every move.

"Senior Brother Han, you don't need to worry about us, go through the gate with all your strength!" One of the trial disciples standing behind Han Muye gave a low voice, then retreated to the rear.

"Brother, don't worry, we will definitely rush to the tenth floor and become the disciples of the sword sect, and then meet the elder brother at the sect."

A trial disciple holding a long sword shouted, his body surged with fighting spirit, and he headed towards the three-zhang rhino that appeared on the side.

"Senior Brother Han, see you Jianzong!"

"Senior brother, see you Jianzong!"

All the trial disciples did not want to drag Han Muye down, so they all chose to step back.

They went from Yunlu City with Han Muye to the trial ground. They only planned to have Han Muye take care of them, so they could walk a little further during the trial.

They never expected that Han Muye would lead them into the fourth floor trial ground in less than an hour.

He couldn't hold back Han Muye any longer.

Now that countless people are paying attention to Han Muye, an elite seed, Han Muye's energy should stay on dealing with trials, not take them with him.

Han Muye turned his head to take a look, nodded, and said lightly, "Okay."

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

The dazzling light made all the thirty-eight eyes above his head only see a piece of silver.

"Fuck, what a ruthless sword!"

The big man beside Zhu Yong slapped his thigh and exclaimed.