Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

As the guard of Yuze Prefecture, Wang Minghe of course has a clear grasp of the affairs of the various cities under his control.

Wang Minghe knew all about the destruction of the Scattered Fire City Teleportation Array and the siege of the Wind Pirates and the Sky Tiger Guards.

That's why he will arrange rescue.

It's just that he didn't expect that the matter of this scattered fire city would be more complicated than he imagined, involving a lot of forces.

The Immortal Demon King in the bitter Immortal Domain, the Wanshen Trading Company in Sanzhoutong, and the Taoist figure who has been hiding in the Sanhuo City for thousands of years...

In particular, the elder Xiong Ke, who was dispatched from the Hall of Desolation, seemed to be deliberately disrupting the situation.

Not to mention the direct issue of the extermination order against the Storm Pirates, but also to investigate Wanshen Firm and Han Muye, who is suspected of being involved.

Originally, Wang Minghe didn't care about these things.

An Elder of the Desolation Palace, who was so persistent about things in a small town, really lost his dignity.

But looking at it now, Xiong Ke's guy is probably deliberately blocking himself.

The real intention is probably to be placed on Han Muye.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Wang Minghe's eyes fell on the fiery red beads on Han Muye's hand on the sixth floor of the trial grounds.

"Is this to prepare me in advance?"

"This kid is also very interesting."

Shaking his head and whispering, Wang Minghe's eyes flickered.

The Golden Immortal did not appear, and under the suppression of the Celestial Immortals, the deacon elders such as Wang Minghe, who were sitting in a state, were already powerful figures.

They have enough power in their hands.

Moreover, as a strong man guarding a state, he has enough vision and connections.

"boom--"

Above the light curtain, the fiery red beads in Han Muye's hands devoured all the flames of the beheaded fiery red birds.

Han Muye could feel the desire conveyed by the beads in his hand.

He raised his head and looked at the flying birds that seemed to form red waves in front of him, with a smile on his face.

Wang Minghe thinks well, Han Muye is just to let people know that he has Nirvana beads in his hand and let people know what he wants to do.

The place of trial is not only a test of the disciple's ability, but also a test of xinxing and desire.

If you really don't want anything, I'm afraid it won't be suitable.

Rather than show what you want.

The flames rolled, Han Muye unsheathed the long sword in his hand, slashed birds with one sword, held fire beads in the other hand, and the flames went with him, so dazzling and splendid.

Not to mention, the visual shock brought by this scene is really extreme.

"Take a picture, such a sword fairy style is enough to make people fall." In a trial Great Hall, someone whispered.

"Dumping? Is it dumping?" The person next to him said with a smile.

Having said that, someone has already taken out the shadow stone in their hands.

The flame and Sword Ray intertwined, Han Muye killed ten times in one step, but in a moment he was qualified enough to cross the ten-level trial ground.

It's just that he didn't leave directly this time, but stayed on the tenth floor for nearly a day.

In one day, the flames gathered by the birds he killed were massive.

The flame power absorbed in the Nirvana beads is transformed into the power of immortality, which is slowly nurtured.

Of course, this flame power alone is far from enough to inspire the rebirth of the divine beast Phoenix.

Feeling the power in it, Han Muye has a better understanding of Nirvana beads.

No wonder Peng Mingdao kept Nirvana beads in the place where the leylines converged.

The power required by this bead is simply unimaginable.

He felt that if Nirvana was required for this bead, the power of flame consumed might be able to destroy hundreds of Stars.

Without wasting too much time on the tenth floor, Han Muye finally flew away and rushed into the trial grounds on the eleventh floor under the circumstance of nearly everyone's attention.

So far, he no longer retains it, showing his kendo strength, Sword Ray rotates, and he is invincible.

Or a sword pierces the air, shoots thousands of miles, and swept away all kinds of evil.

Or walking with the sword in hand, the sword in his hand is going up and down, flying like a butterfly, and there is no one who can get close.

Or with a sword in hand, open the mountain and split the stone, and dance in a thousand moments, causing the sky to fall and the earth to crack.

...

For those sword cultivators watching in the Trial Hall, this is simply an unparalleled visual feast.

This kind of sword cultivator is the one who shows the power of swordsmanship to the extreme.

Although many people don't know anything about Han Muye's identity information, they have already called him "Sword Immortal".

In order to break the trial level for Guanjian Xian, many people directly gave up the opportunity to enter the trial land and waited before the big formation.

It took Han Muye one day to step into the tenth floor, and after a one-day delay on the tenth floor, he moved forward again, and within five days, he reached the twentieth floor.

After a little repairing for two days, the bright eyes on the top of Han Muye's head have reached more than one hundred.

When he spent a month on the trial ground on the 50th floor, there were more than 300 eyes of the Spiritual Illumination Array watching over his head, which already included all the trial halls in the surrounding three states.

Step on the 50th floor of the trial, which is the elite level.

One month into the elite, in these three hundred cities, within a thousand years, can be ranked in the top 100.

"Senior Brother Chen, what did Elder Zeng Sheng say?" Wang Minghe, who was standing in front of the Great Hall in Yunlu City, said in a low voice.

In front of the Great Hall of the current trial, only Wang Minghe and a Daoist of Pentecost in a blue-grey Taoist robe stand side by side.

The others were standing far behind, their eyes falling on the light curtain.

Thirty days in the trial ground, and only three days outside the trial.

Two days ago, when Han Muye stepped into the twentieth floor, Wang Minghe had reported the matter of Han Muye to the elder who was on duty in Zhenxuan Hall.

Deacon, who was originally sent to investigate by the elder on duty, felt that Wang Minghe was making a fuss and was too cautious.

But by the time he came, Han Muye had already stepped on the thirtieth floor, Sword Ray shone like Long Xiang Nine Heavens.

Looking at the photo, Chen Qiudu, the deacon Elder of Celestial Immortals, admired the strength of his swordsmanship after several stunning beheadings.

At this time, when he heard Wang Minghe's question, Chen Qiu nodded and said, "Elder Zeng has already seen the photo-taking stone. For this son, our Zhenxuan Hall must stay."

Turning his head to look at Wang Minghe, he lowered his voice: "Junior Brother, you Deva have not gone through five declines, and you may have to reincarnate and rebuild. If this child can rise within three to five thousand years, when you return from rebuilding, you will have a smooth journey in Sect."

A look of joy flashed across Wang Minghe's face, and he nodded slightly.

"I understand, I have asked my grand-nephew who is guarding in Qingyun Town to come. With their friendship, it is not difficult to keep Han Muye in Zhenxuan Hall."

He looked at the light curtain, where Sword Ray was reaching its limit, and Han Muye, who killed a Galewind Wolf Beast at the peak of Expanding Aperture with every flicker.

I really didn't expect that the grand-nephew and the younger generation, who were randomly arranged to guard the barren town in the wasteland, could be used at a critical moment.

As long as Han Muye can join Zhenxuan Hall, with the friendship of an elite disciple, it will be much safer for him to rebuild himself.

What's more, he has been in a state for so long, and the network behind him is so wide that it is unimaginable.

"I don't know if Han Muye will have the opportunity to become a disciple of the Temple of the Heavens, or the Temple of Battle." Chen Qiu had a strange look on his face, watching the sword in Han Muye's hand slash across the neck of the Galewind Wolf beast in front of him.

At this time, it is already the fifty-fifth floor of the trial ground, and every Demonic Beasts encountered is extremely strong.

These Demonic Beasts are not so easy to deal with, either individually or in groups.

But Han Muye still performed lightly, with Sword Ray swaying in his hand without any hesitation.

Judging from his current performance, he has a lot of potential.

Chen Qiu's words made Wang Minghe look hopeful. If Han Muye can really get the approval of Xuntian Temple or Zhantian Temple, plus Zhenxuandian's elite status, then he is the elite of Shuangdian.

In the entire Xuanling Sword Sect, there are only a handful of people who can have such dual elite status, and each of them is a swordsman genius who has not been seen in a hundred years.

"Thorn-"

In the light curtain, Han Muye's body and his sword joined together, like a cloud of smoke, walking through the ferocious wolf beast with a length of 10 meters.

His long sword pierced the necks of these wolf beasts, and the wolf beast's body as hard as steel was like thin paper, and it was broken when it was stabbed.

This is a very strange contrast.

A seemingly fluttering sword, but it can kill the tyrannical wolf beast.

"If it's too light, it's heavy, and this guy's swordsmanship is terrifying." When Gong Shu of Zhantian Temple said this, he no longer had the contempt he had before.

Beside him, Zhu Yong from the Temple of Heaven also nodded slightly, his eyes showing the slightest fighting intent.

"When this guy joins the Temple of the Heavens, I want to discuss with him."

Zhu Yong stared at the golden light that had already lit up in Han Muye's hand, and spoke lightly.

Gong Shu turned his head and grinned, "Why can't I join the Zhantian Temple?"

Zhu Yong did not speak any more.

The old man standing in front of them suddenly whispered: "Who was the one who became the elite of the Three Temples last time?"

His words surprised Gong Shu and Zhu Yong.

Three Hall Elites.

That is in the legend.

Among the disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect, who can be valued by both the Xuntian Temple and the Zhantian Temple at the same time, is there one in a million people?

"Elder Zhao, I am afraid that only our hall master knows about these matters." Gong Shu said loudly, turning his eyes to the light curtain.

There are two elites.

The elites of the three halls can naturally also have them.

It's just that these people's identities and backgrounds are all secrets, and they are secrets that only the upper echelons of the Xuanling Sword Sect know.

It took Han Muye twelve days to go from the fifty-fifth floor to the sixtieth floor of the trial ground.

One of them defeated the fire puppet. He took out the Nirvana beads and absorbed the power of the three-day flame in a grand manner.

This made many people bark.

The land of trials on the sixty-second floor.

Han Muye is suspended on a high bluestone platform.

He is very familiar with this high platform.

Acting stage.

Although it is not a real performance stage, the structure and core formation power of this bluestone high stage are all the same as the performance stage.

At this time, the three phantoms that appeared in front of him were also the same as his figure, holding a sword in his hand and a sword box in white.

"The trial ground is for the selection of elites." Looking at the three phantoms in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly, his eyes shining brightly.

The subtlety of the power displayed on these three phantoms is more than ten times finer than the performance stage.

In other words, the phantom on the bluestone platform can restore Han Muye's own Cultivation Base combat power in a more subtle way.

It is a summary of the swordsmanship and swordsmanship of the sixty-one trial grounds in front of him.

Looking at the phantom in front of him, Han Muye's fighting spirit slowly condensed.

He didn't know that the three hundred trial Great Hall members who were watching at this time had already exploded.

"Behead me for the trial?" A white-haired old man widened his eyes and whispered, "Isn't this only a hundred-level trial?"

Beside him, a Qingpao Daoist turned his head and said softly, "Master, why are you beheading me for a trial?"

Several other sword cultivators with long swords on their backs also showed curiosity on their faces.

"This is the test of the real elite in the trial ground," the middle-aged man wearing a golden crown beside the old man said lightly, "This formation will only appear when the strength Cultivation Base is recognized by the formation spirit."

Speaking of this, he paused, and a hint of regret flashed on his face: "Back then, I encountered a formation that cut me off on the 103rd floor, but unfortunately, I lost after three hard fights."

After passing through one hundred and three formations, such a person is already the elite among the elites.

Everyone around looked at this middle-aged man with reverence and envy on their faces.

"One hundred and three?" The old man in front nodded and said softly: "It seems that the timing of the appearance of this formation is also related to the power of its own Cultivation Base."

Speaking of this, a deep halo appeared in his eyes.

"Sixty-two is to kill me, terrible..."

In the Great Hall trial in another big city, dozens of swordsmen of various shapes stood in front of the light curtain, their Sword Intent surging.

"Three cuts of my shadow at a time, the spirits of the trial ground really look down on this kid."

A middle-aged Jianxiu with a face showing some vicissitudes shook his head and smiled bitterly: "When I was on the ninety-eighth floor, I only faced a shadow that cut me."

"Hehe, I've heard that someone has faced the three shadows that cut me, but—" The speaker shook his head, and finally chose to remain silent.

Others didn't ask.

Can't say, naturally can't say.

"Move!" Someone looked at the phantom in the light curtain and whispered.

On the light curtain, a phantom figure ten meters away from Han Muye directly released the sword in his hand and approached Han Muye through his chest.

Sword Ray is as fast as a shooting star, and a flicker is approaching.

This swordsmanship is exactly the sword-wielding technique that Han Muye used before.

Sword Ray is sharp, and Senhan is agile.

"when--"

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, twisted it lightly, blocked the Sword Ray, and then moved forward instead of retreating.

This scene made the eyes of all those who tried the Great Hall widen.

Is it arrogance or self-confidence, even facing the three shadows that cut me, half step not retreating?

"boom--"

The phantom on the left flew out and slashed towards Han Muye.

This sword lifts lightly and seems to be light and powerless, but the void it brings oscillates and explodes with a roar, which is clearly a burst of power to the extreme.

At the same time, the phantom standing on the right also handed out the long sword in his hand, with a gleam of water.

In this water light, there is the cold of ice soul.

A Sword Ray was as heavy as a thousand tons, and a Sword Ray was bone-chilling. Two completely different forces were instantly pressed down and headed towards Han Muye.

Such scenes made many people clench their fists unconsciously.

But there are also people who have fighting intent in their eyes.

These two completely different powers were both displayed by Han Muye in the previous training level.

How strong is Han Muye who completely controls these two powers!

"It's interesting, I don't know what means he will use to deal with this shadow of beheading me." A white-bearded old man stroked his long beard and looked at the scene in the light curtain.

"I'll cut me with my original self, or show more - fuck me!" Pulling off three long beards, the old man's eyes widened, looking at the light curtain, Han Muye slowly stretched out his hand.

The second sword.

With both swords in hand, strike left and right!

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