Sword repair represents the sharpness of the world.

Han Muye is the number one swordsman in this world, and he possesses the ultimate aura of swordsmanship in this world.

A sword stabbed straight through the thirty-second battle platform. No puppet could block this sword.

After the 30th World War, Han Muye's sword changed from horizontal slashing to light teasing.

The original hegemony suddenly became erratic, as soft as a willow tree and as light as white catkins.

But every puppet in the way exploded before this light sword.

"A heavy weight is as light as a heavy weight. Even though there are tens of millions of precious stones in the hand, they are like light clouds." Outside Chen Muyuan, an old man with a white beard who also held a sword turned his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

"Ten million jun? How many tens of thousands of jun is the weight of this sword? The sword in his hand has become a part of his body, it's terrifying." The speaker was a Taoist ancestor from the Shangtian Realm, with tyrannical fighting power.

There was emotion on his face, and when he looked at Han Muye, there was more respect in his eyes.

In worldly practice, everyone competes for excellence.

What can be respected by others is not only strength, but also character.

Han Muye was very powerful in combat. When he was fighting with Qi Yu just now, he took the initiative to avoid it. It was not until Qi Yu withdrew that he really exerted his strength.

This shows his humility.

Then fight again, attack with all your strength, you can see your edge.

Seeing that the sword in his hand was already so powerful at this time, he was not arrogant or indifferent when getting along with others before, which shows that Han Muye has a pure heart.

Only such a person can become the top being in the world.

Ahead, Han Muye has stepped onto the 400th battle platform.

Many people turned their heads and looked at each other, with a strange emotion flowing in their eyes.

"boom--"

Jia Wu, who was on the battlefield, punched the puppet that was attacking him and smashed it to pieces.

He had a calm expression on his face, and when he glanced at Han Muye, who was chasing after him, he had a slight smile on his face.

When he took another step forward, there was a dark aura around him.

This breath turned into a long black dragon, causing the power around the body to surge.

"Bang——"

The puppet on the battle platform encountered the dark dragon and its body collapsed.

Jia Wu stepped forward, faster and faster. He didn't need to stop at each battle platform, he just rushed past with the black aura dragon.

The gap between Han Muye and Han Muye was instantly widened.

But in the eyes of the powerful and powerful people outside Shen Muyuan, not only were they not shocked by this situation, they were all filled with joy.

This means that Endless Heavenly Lord, a powerful figure who has been famous in the spiritual world since ancient times, has begun to pay attention to it.

Wu Tianzun felt threatened by Tian Xuan and Han Xiang!

In three hours, the Endless Heavenly Lord set foot on one thousand, two hundred and thirty battle platforms.

His speed is extremely fast. Even if the puppet in front of him is extremely powerful and his movements are powerful enough to destroy stars, he still cannot stand up to him.

But when he turned around, he was slightly startled.

At this time, Han Muye had unknowingly reached the 1,200th battle platform, and the gap between him and him was only thirty battle platforms!

Moreover, at this time, all the practitioners only had Han Muye in their eyes, and they were all staring at Han Muye ahead.

The sword in Han Muye's hand was no longer about priorities, nor about stabbing and slashing.

The sword light flashed, and with a slight spin, he appeared behind the puppet. The sword edge passed by, killing the puppet who stabbed the air with his sword, and then flew down to a fighting platform.

"This, this is my Wuling Sword Sect's Zongzong Swordsmanship, Armor Removal." An old man with a black beard wearing half armor, holding a black sword in his hand, murmured with wide eyes.

"It turns out that the essence of this style is here." The old man's eyes were filled with light, as if a door had been opened in front of him.

The surrounding practitioners all had envious expressions on their faces.

Of course, they were looking forward to seeing Han Muye, hoping that with the next blow, Han Muye would show off his unique skills.

Starting from the eight hundred battle platforms, Han Muye's swordsmanship has changed.

Each of his swords uses the unique skills of the practitioners present, but the techniques may be innovative, dig deeper into the essence, or be modified.

These sword skills, in the hands of the sword cultivator outside Shen Muyuan, only lasted less than a hundred battle stages before being defeated by the puppet.

But in the hands of Han Muye, behind the Eight Hundred Battle Platform, it blossomed brilliantly.

It’s not that my swordsmanship is incompetent, it’s that I haven’t practiced enough!

Han Muye's sword made many people feel fighting spirit surging throughout their bodies.

This understanding of the bright future is really no less than a baptism of the soul.

If they didn't want to miss more opportunities, many people would be eager to go into seclusion again and experience their own swordsmanship again.

When the 1,100 battle platforms arrived, Han Muye brought an even bigger surprise to everyone.

Spells.

Han Muye swung out his sword, and it actually carried the power of magic.

But he still uses a sword.

The sword light turned into a green vine, wrapping around the puppet's feet, and then his figure disappeared on the battlefield.

The moment he left, ivy covered the puppet's body, strangling it and breaking it into pieces.

"It's Guangling Dao Sect's Zhenzong Taoist Technique All Things Sheng!" Someone outside Shen Muyuan exclaimed, then turned around and shouted: "Fellow Taoist Cao Yu, it's your Guangling Tao Sect's All Things Sheng, it's so awesome!"

Awesome, indeed.

The power of this ivy can directly strangle puppets on a thousand-hundred battle platforms.

This kind of fighting power is already rampant in the world of cultivation.

Cao Yu, the leader of the Guangling Taoist Sect, was wearing a green Taoist robe, a purple gold Taoist crown on his head, and his hands folded in his big sleeves. His shoulders were trembling and his sleeves were moving slightly.

Although the expression on his face was indifferent, the halo in his eyes was extremely bright.

Many people looked at him with envy.

This practitioner who was unexpectedly defeated at the enemy's 70th battle platform turned out to have such a magnificent and powerful inheritance behind him.

"All things arise, all things fall, and all things cycle. This is the way of nature. The incomplete Taoism of our Guangling Dao Sect has made up for it..." The whisper in Cao Yu's mouth made people even more envious.

What kind of opportunity is this to complete the incomplete Taoist skills?

The sword in Han Muye's hand seemed to have turned into a staff that activated Taoism.

Every sword carries various dazzling Taoist skills.

Or the green leaves are flying, but each one contains hidden murderous intent.

Or the torrent is rolling, mighty and endless, crushing it directly.

Or flames soar into the sky, the hovering fire dragon exhales, and even the battle platform collapses.

…

The puppet seemed completely unable to adapt to the sword in Han Muye's hand. It was unable to fight back every time and was shattered with one blow.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The practitioners standing outside Chen Muyuan were all intoxicated, but their eyes were filled with anticipation.

They have never looked forward to a person's victory as much as they do today.

It’s not that I expect Han Muye to surpass Wu Tianzun.

They no longer care much about the fight between Han Muye and Wu Tianzun. What they hope is whether the Taoist swordsmanship used by Han Muye on the next battlefield is their own method of suppressing the clan.

On the 1560th battle platform, Han Muye surpassed Jia Wu.

Jia Wu was blocked by a puppet and his figure paused for half a breath.

"Ten thousand geese from the Yuling Dao Sect have returned!" someone shouted outside Shen Muyuan.

The green geese flying in front of Han Muye seemed to be endless, directly wrapping the puppet, and then exploded with a roar, and he himself appeared on the next high platform.

The sword in his hand carried a stream of cyan light, which caused the aura to turn into a small cyan snake. It bit the wrist of the puppet in front of him, then pulled the puppet and hit it on the battlefield, shattering it to pieces.

"This is a variation of the previous creation!"

"No, it's the combination of the creation of all things and the strangulation of thousands of opportunities."

"Wrong, this is still the birth of all things, it's just the transformation of illusory things."

Outside Shen Muyuan, there was a debate.

Those practitioners who were involved in this sect's secret art looked excitedly at the light that had not dissipated.

This blow was completely beyond their understanding.

But they know that as long as they understand this attack, their own practice methods will probably be taken to the next level.
To be continued...