Chapter 536 Step into the elite level, the second sword comes out (1/2)

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 fairy demon king in the Bitter Immortal Realm, the Wanshen Trading Company in Sanzhou, and the Taoist figure who has been hiding in the Sanhuo City for thousands of years…

In particular, Xiong Ke, the elder of the Desolation Hall, who was dispatched, seemed to be deliberately disrupting the situation, and the news of the report was very suspicious of making things bigger.

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 Hall, holding on to things in a small town like this, really lost his dignity.

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

The real intention is probably to put it on Han Muye.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Wang Minghe’s eyes fell on the 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.

Jin Xian did not go out, and under the situation of Tian Xian’s suppression, Wang Minghe and other deacon elders sitting in a prefecture 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 turned into flames by 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 thought well, Han Muye just wanted to let people know that he had the Nirvana Pearl in his hand, and let people know what he wanted 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 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.

Light flames and sword lights interlaced, Han Muye killed ten times in one step, but in a moment he was qualified enough to cross the tenth floor of the 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 Bead is transformed into the power of immortality, which is slowly nurtured.

Of course, just relying on this flame power is far from enough to stimulate the rebirth of the divine beast Phoenix.

Feeling the power in it, Han Muye had a better understanding of the Nirvana Pearl.

No wonder Dao-jun Peng Ming kept Nirvana beads in the place where the leylines converged.

The power required by this bead is simply unimaginable.

He felt that if this bead was going to Nirvana, the power of the flame consumed could 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 the strength of kendo, the sword light revolves, 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 didn’t know anything about Han Muye’s identity, they had 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 two days of adjustment, Han Muye had more than one hundred bright eyes on top of his head.

When he spent a month on the trial ground on the 50th floor, there were more than 300 eyes of the Spirit 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 Yunlu City Trial Hall, said in a low voice.

In front of the current trial hall, only Wang Minghe stood side by side with a Taoist Pentecost wearing a blue-grey Taoist robe.

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 already reported the matter of Han Muye to the elder who was on duty in Zhenxuan Hall.

The deacon who was originally sent to investigate by the elders 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, and the sword light shone like a dragon flying through the sky.

Looking at the photos, several amazing beheadings, the strong swordsmanship, even Chen Qiudu, the deacon elder of Tianxianjing, quite admired.

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 haven’t gone through five declines, 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 the 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 Township to come. With their friendship, it is not difficult to keep Han Muye in Zhenxuan Hall.”

He looked at the sword light in the light curtain that was reaching its limit, and every flickering flickered Han Muye, who beheaded a Gale Wind Wolf Beast at the peak of the out-of-body.

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 more secure 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 this 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 as he watched the sword in Han Muye’s hand slid 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 monster encountered is extremely strong.

Whether these monsters are fighting individually or in groups, they are not so easy to deal with.

However, Han Muye still showed a calm expression, and the sword light in his hand swayed without 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 the Heavenly Examination Hall or the Zhantian Hall, plus the elite status of Zhenxuan Hall, then he is the elite of the Double Halls.

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 curtain of light, Han Muye’s body and his sword joined together, like a cloud of smoke, walking through the ferocious wolf beasts with a length of 10 feet.

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 in Han Muye’s hands, 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 12 days to go from the 50th floor to the 60th floor of the trial grounds.

One of them defeated the fire puppet, and he took out the nirvana beads, and splendidly absorbed the power of the three-day flame.

This made many people bark.

The land of trials on the sixty-second floor.

Han Muye was quietly 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 of this bluestone high stage and the power of the core formation 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 and 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 people in the trial hall 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 green-robed Taoist 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 and cultivation base is recognized by the formation spirit.”

Speaking of this, he paused, and a trace of regret flashed on his face: “Back then, I encountered a formation that killed me on the 103rd floor, but unfortunately, I was defeated 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 strength of one’s own cultivation.”

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

“Sixty-two is to kill me, terrible…”

In the trial hall in another big city, dozens of swordsmen of different shapes stood in front of the light curtain, and their swords were 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 heard that someone 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 screen of light, a phantom figure 100 feet away in front of Han Muye directly released his sword and approached Han Muye through his chest.

The sword light was as fast as a shooting star, and a flicker was already approaching.

This sword technique was exactly the sword-wielding technique that Han Muye had used before.

The sword light is sharp, and Senhan is agile.

“when-”

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

This scene made all the people in the trial hall widen their eyes.

Is it arrogance or self-confidence, to face the three shadows that cut me directly, and not retreat half a step?

“boom-”

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

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 ~www.readmtl.com~ reveals the cold of ice.

A sword light was as heavy as a thousand tons, and a sword light was bone-chilling. Two completely different forces were instantly suppressed and charged 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 originality, but I’d better show more—fuck me!” The old man opened his eyes wide, looking at the light curtain, Han Muye slowly stretched out his hand.

The second sword.

With both swords in hand, strike left and right!