One hundred steps, one hundred battle platforms.

The sword in Han Muye's hand was extremely sharp.

All the puppets in front of him can't stop him in the slightest.

When he reached the hundred battle platforms, he was already one of the top ten strong men to rush here.

"Sure enough, Prime Minister Tianxuan Han is truly the ninth master in the world."

On top of the meteorite, a Taoist wearing a green robe with a green leather gourd hanging around his waist looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

"I'm afraid it's not just as simple as being the ninth in the world. Prime Minister Han can surpass hundreds of battle platforms within ten breaths." Someone whispered with bright eyes.

Except for Wutian Tianzun, who else is not getting more and more difficult on the battlefield?

Han Muye stepped onto the 100th battle stage too fast.

"The other strong men are all trying to figure out how to use the puppets on the battlefield. If not, they shouldn't be too slow." On the other side, a strong Taoist from the Shangtian Domain spoke up.

He looked at the Taoists who were passing through more than 130 battle platforms, with a hint of complexity on his face.

Several other powerful Tianzun have arrived behind the 150 battle platforms.

I don’t know how long it will take Han Muye to catch up with this one.

"After the Hundred Battle Platforms, the puppet fighting method is different, and we will learn from the passers--" The old man who spoke paused.

How can we learn from Han Muye's method of crossing hundreds of battle platforms?

Everyone looked at Han Muye to see him take one step forward.

"boom--"

A long sword appeared directly above Han Muye's head.

The puppet on the 101st battlefield has not yet fully transformed, but has already been thrust out with a sword.

This sword is exactly the same as the sword that Han Muye used before!

This kind of swordsmanship is truly mysterious!

How would Han Muye respond to such a sword?

Whether they were strong men from the Heaven Realm or masters from other realms, they were all staring at Han Muye.

"Stab-"

When Han Muye landed on the battlefield, his sword had already been thrust out in advance.

This sword is faster and more dangerous than the puppet's sword.

The sword edge passed directly through the puppet's armpit, piercing the puppet's body.

"Bang——"

The puppet's body exploded and turned into clouds and dispersed.

As long as it is faster, it will be stronger.

It's that simple.

"Previously, Prime Minister Han retained too much of his sword." A Taoist with a long sword in his hand and a pale face said in a low voice.

He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and a bright halo appeared in his eyes.

"Stab-"

He drew his sword and thrust it out.

"No, this sword is too slow. Prime Minister Han just drew the sword from this angle..."

He stared at Han Muye who had already set foot on the 102nd battle platform.

Han Muye stepped onto the battlefield, the sword in his hand was exactly the same as the previous sword, the sword flashed and thrust straight out.

"That's it, that's it, that's it..."

The sword cultivator tightened his grip on the sword, the sword intent on his body was solidified, his eyes were fixed, and he stabbed out with the sword.

"boom--"

On the battlefield, the puppet in front of Han Muye shattered into pieces. Before the sword in the puppet's hand stabbed Han Muye, he was pierced through the body by Han Muye's sword.

"Stab-"

Outside the battle platform, the sword cultivator thrust out his sword, and in the vast void in front of him, a sword light pierced through, leaving a bright and dark sword mark.

Everyone on the meteorite turned around and looked at the sword cultivator holding a long sword with a smile on his face.

"That's it, that's it!"

The sword cultivator smiled and sheathed his sword, slowly closing his eyes, and the sword intent in his body became stronger and stronger.

Is this a realization?

Many people showed envy on their faces.

Those who come here are all failed masters and are the strongest people in this world.

Their cultivation, swordsmanship, and Taoist skills have already reached the peak that they can pursue and their talents can reach. It will be extremely difficult for them to go further. What they need is opportunity.

It's still such a great opportunity.

Today, this master of swordsmanship, who has reached the saint level, was inspired and gained insights while observing Han Muye's sword. Who wouldn't want such an opportunity?

Unknowingly, many people have set their sights on Han Muye, hoping that they will be the next to receive the opportunity and enlightenment.

Not to mention, if you really look at it, many people will also discover the difference between Han Muye and other challengers.

Han Muye passed three levels in a row and crossed three battle platforms, still with one sword.

On each fighting platform, the speed of drawing the sword is one minute faster.

Every sword hit the puppet before its sword was about to hit him.

Although it is dangerous, this kind of control is really amazing.

A slight difference can make a huge difference.

"boom--"

An old man wearing a gray Taoist robe has Taoist meanings intertwined with him.

On top of the meteorite, those watching all turned their heads.

The somewhat cloudy halo in the old man's eyes was now completely clear.

"It has been more than 139,000 years since I entered the realm of saints after entering cultivation and entering the realm of saints 3,800 years ago."

A powerful person who has been in the saint realm for more than 100,000 years.

Such a strong man has so many cards in his hand.

"Since becoming a saint and taking charge of the sect, the progress of cultivation has been slow and difficult to show for thousands of years." The Taoist looked at Han Muye in front of him and stepped on a fighting platform again, stabbing out his sword again, his eyes bursting with energy.

"I thought all saint realms were like this, but it turns out I was wrong."

Seeing Han Muye's sword pierce the puppet, and seeing the puppet's sword stop half an inch in front of Han Muye, the Taoist smiled lightly, and the Taoist spirit in his body circulated, turning into a surge of fighting spirit.

"Tianxuan Han is the ninth prime minister in the world, but he actually killed himself."

"Living towards death, this is the practice!"

Live to die!

On the battlefield, Han Muye did not use his sword to leave a way out for him.

Hearing the Taoist's words, everyone stared at Han Muye, recalling that from the moment he stepped onto the battlefield, until here, every sword strike was fast and accurate, leaving no escape route for himself or the puppet.

If the puppet is not broken by this sword, he himself will definitely be injured by the opponent's sword.

If the sword was really used, Han Muye would be knocked out of the battle, even if his life was safe.

Given his status, if he was knocked out of the battle stage so easily, it would damage his reputation and be comparable to a catastrophe.

The most reliable method is to cross the battlefield with completely overwhelming combat power.

But Han Muye clearly chose the most risky and unsolvable path.

This is putting yourself to death.

Put yourself to death and live again.

Therefore, when everyone looked at Han Muye now, it was different.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is still a sword, but this sword has vigorous vitality.

This sword has an edge and aura that no one can look directly at!

This sword is irreversible, it is the persistence of swordsmanship!

"It would be really scary to be an enemy of such a sword cultivator..."

Someone whispered.
To be continued...