Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

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

These are Life's Demonic Beasts in the alien world, with mixed powers that can turn into pillars of fire and melt their enemies to ashes.

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

At this time, there were at least thirty bullocks rushing 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 Ray, this beam of light is as dim as a firefly!

A sword is in the air, and Sword Ray is like a river rippling in the wind, riding the waves forward.

The flames on each bullock were wrapped by the long sword Sword Ray and turned into sparks 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 performed by Han Muye, the difference in strength is 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 through a pillar of fire with clear waves, the depth of this kendo Cultivation Base is 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 Heavenly Survey Hall, will also be interested in a trial disciple?" Beside the young man, a strong 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 Sword Ray, the water wave 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 Temple of Heaven depends on whether he can cross the 100th floor."

"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, where 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 know that the trial grounds suppress the Cultivation Base.

Only when the kendo Cultivation Base is superior, can it perform exceptionally in the trial ground.

There is a well-known rumor in Jianzong. A Taoist Power hid his identity and went to the trial site of Jianzong, but he did not even enter the Outer Sect.

Because of his poor swordsmanship, he had a Cultivation Base, but he couldn't play it in the trial ground.

The trial ground is prepared for true kendo practitioners.

"boom--"

On the second floor of the trial ground, the water light in the vast 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, Han Muye said lightly.

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

Han Muye watched them hunt and kill the heavily wounded Crimson Flame Bull, with a gleam in his eyes.

He didn't know where to find this crimson flaming bull, and the flame on his body made the Nirvana beads he collected feel a little bit of sensation.

He absorbed a wisp of flame to infuse the Nirvana Orb, and the Nirvana Orb was also unceremoniously swallowed.

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

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

Nirvana beads are just an ordinary treasure for him. If there is a chance to make them Nirvana, it would be better to stimulate the Phoenix bloodline. If he cannot 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 place.

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, and the golden light dissipated from their bodies, which immediately attracted the attack of giant black birds perched on the tree canopy.

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. Sword Ray was approaching its limit, and it was just a flicker, which 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.

This iron thorn bird three or two people present dare to deal with it.

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 in 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 on top of Han Muye's head had already floated to thirteen lines.

"Go?" Han Muye got 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 walked with his sword and stepped onto the dense canopy, even a few points faster than the iron thorn bird.

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

"This is the power of kendo turned into the power of the flesh." In a cyan Great Hall, a Daoist with a cyan long 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 penetrates into the sky." A young man behind Daoist said softly: "This Sword intent is skilled in control. Come to my Tianyun Temple, I am afraid that it will be ranked in the top ten among the disciples."

The Daoist in front of him did not speak.

With so many eyes staring on Han Muye's head, how could they have grabbed it from Tianyun Temple?

"Thorn-"

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

The giant bird fell down, Han Muye's figure flashed and the sword was as light as a floating cloud. People walked through the canopy and shouted 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, Han Muye was surrounded by giant black birds.

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 strike, you can directly smash this ten-mile-round mountain forest 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 face the iron thorn birds alone, he was naturally confident that he would pass this level.

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. That's it, it took me 13 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 Edgeworth!" Countless people shouted in the Great Hall who observed Han Muye's trial.

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.

Sword Ray, condensed into a hundred-zhang phantom, its Immortal pattern shines, and it is extremely sharp.

With one sword, hundreds of giant birds were torn down by Sword Ray.

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 a sword in his heart, he has already cultivated to this level of Realm?" 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 withdrew his long sword, did not retreat, walked directly with 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 Sword intent, 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, bowed hurriedly, glanced at Han Muye in the light curtain, and exited the Great Hall.

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

If Han Muye's swordsmanship is shown, Yu Jian's strike is superb.

Then the floating cloud Sword Intent that he walked with the sword at this time was like a fluttering among thousands of giant birds, which was 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.

"I'm a sword cultivator, isn't that the case..." Sword Ray, who was standing behind the disciples of the Sword Sect, showed determination.

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

What Han Muye shows on these three floors is exactly what the low-level kendo practitioners imagined.

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

Sword Fairy!

This word is really accurate to describe Han Muye who is floating among the giant birds in front of him!

"Thorn-"

Han Muye slashed Sword Ray with a 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 test ground on the fourth floor, a huge gray-yellow rhino 30 feet tall slammed into Han Muye directly.

The power surging in this rhino is already the power of the Half Step Heaven Realm, 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 snorted, and then retreated to the rear.

"Brother, don't worry, we will definitely rush to the tenth floor and become the inner discipline of the Sword Sect, and then meet with the senior brother in 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 entered the trial ground with Han Muye from Yunlu City. They were only prepared to have Han Muye to take care of them, so they could walk a little further during the trial.

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

Can't hold back Han Muye any longer.

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

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

The voice fell and Sword Ray 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.