The sword in his right hand, which was as light as a heavy one, collided with a sword of the same strength, turning into a thunderous explosion.

Two identical ice-cold swords collided silently, and the coldness on the blades condensed, entangling the two swords together.

With the exploding sword light in his right hand, Han Muye pivoted with his left sword as the axis, and the sword tip flew away the flying long sword again.

Two swords, fighting three ways to kill my shadow!

This is a sight no one expected.

Some people thought that Han Muye would transform into a clone.

Some people speculated that Han Muye would defeat them one by one.

Some people feel that Han Muye is afraid that he will retreat first before advancing.

…

No one would have thought that Han Muye would use his two-handed sword to block the three slashing shadows in front of him.

"Bang——"

The cold sword light shattered, and a flame shone.

The transition between ice and fire is natural and smooth.

What Kill My Shadow controls is the swordsmanship skills displayed by Han Muye himself.

Fire Vein Sword Technique, Han Muye had used it in the previous levels.

The two intertwined swords separated, the ice on the swords exploded and flew, and the flames turned into long dragons and crashed towards Han Muye.

But in Han Muye's hands, a similar dragon shadow appeared.

"boom--"

On the other side, lightning exploded.

Han Muye didn't hesitate, and the same lightning flashes came.

On the bluestone platform, light and shadow flicker.

Unknowingly, Han Muye had already demonstrated various swordsmanship techniques such as water veins, fire veins, wind, cloud, thunder and lightning, and his swordsmanship skills were complex but not chaotic.

On the entire high platform, shadows and figures intertwined, and the sword light turned invisible and shone smartly.

From time to time, screams pierce through the void, mixed with the clanging sound of long swords, breaking the balance.

"Among the two-handed sword cultivators of our sword sect, this person can be ranked among the top thirty." In a trial hall, a man with a beard on his face stared at Han Muye's sword with his eyes shining brightly.

It wasn't until he entered the 62nd floor of the trial that Han Muye showed off the power of his two swords. This was a rare surprise.

No matter how outsiders looked at it, Han Muye himself was immersed in the fight with Zhanwo Xuying.

Opposite me is a strange yet familiar version of myself.

Every thrust and slash of the sword carried a power that was familiar to me but unfamiliar to me.

Pictures flowed through Han Muye's mind.

It turns out that there are still so many flaws in my swordsmanship.

It turns out that my speed is still not fast enough, and I am still not decisive enough when I draw my sword.

It turns out that the swordsmanship he mastered is far from reaching its peak.

"Stab-"

Turning the sword's edge, he relied on the picture in his mind and stabbed out with the sword, drawing away the long sword of the phantom on the left, and the sword's edge touched the phantom's neck.

"He wins - my day!" In front of the light curtain of a trial hall, a white-robed swordsman almost bit his own tongue.

He watched blankly as Han Muye moved back the sword that was pressed against Xu Ying's neck, and then whispered softly: "Come again."

Defeating the Shadow that Cuts Me is not enough, do you want to do it again?

Above the light curtain, Han Muye's sword moved faster and faster.

Those sword moves make people look more and more frightened.

It seemed that the murderous intention contained in the sword light could be felt through the light curtain.

If faced with such a sword, who could block a blow?

The enemy with two swords slashed me three times. From the beginning of the attack with the same sword moves, I was defeated by the subsequent attacks.

Three days later, as soon as the three shadows of Kill Me on the high platform moved, the long sword in Han Muye's hand would be pressed against his chest and neck.

The three figures were forced to be squeezed together, moving about every inch.

Those sword cultivators who were looking through the spiritual illumination array have been silent since yesterday.

Not only did he suppress and defeat the Shadow that Killed Me, he also won with such ease that he defeated him again and again.

What does this mean?

This shows that when Han Muye was fighting against the Shadow of Killing Me, he constantly summarized himself, broke through himself, and completely sublimated his swordsmanship.

Everyone outside the light curtain can also see that in the past three days, Han Muye's swordsmanship within the light curtain has improved by more than one level.

"It's really scary to have such an understanding..."

I don’t know whose whisper it was, but it seemed to resonate.

Such a voice could be heard in almost every trial hall.

"when--"

Han Muye slashed out with his sword, and the three phantoms shattered. His figure was wrapped in a golden halo and disappeared.

Sixty-three floors.

Sixty-fourth floor.

Eighty floors!

No level can slow down Han Muye's progress.

The strong men of the Xuanling Sword Sect behind the Lingzhao Formation were all waiting to see how far Han Muye could go in this place of trial.

You must know that by setting foot on the eightieth floor, you are already qualified to become a disciple of Xantian Palace and become an elite of the two halls.

And this only cost Han Muye less than a hundred days at the trial site.

With two hundred days left, which level can he reach?

In Yunlu City, Wang Minghe and Chen Qiu walked out of the trial hall with gloomy expressions.

The trial disciples in the main hall had already been driven out, leaving only Zhao Xu and a few other Sword Sect disciples staying.

Wang Jintai, who hurriedly came from Qingyun Town, stood in front of the light curtain, with a look of emotion on his face.

He never imagined that Han Muye could reach this point.

The eightyth floor of the trial ground, elite status in the double palace.

He turned his head slightly and looked at his great-uncle who was walking out of the hall. The expression on his face turned solemn.

Things in Scattered Fire City are more troublesome than imagined.

Zhenhuang Palace is determined to embarrass Yuzezhou and his great-uncle this time.

"Elder Xiong, since you have issued a conquest order, you should arrange the tasks yourself. Why come to find me to guard." On the stone steps outside the trial hall, Wang Minghe, with his hands behind his back, looked indifferent.

Beside him, Chen Qiu, who came from Zhenxuan Hall, also looked cold.

"Senior Brother Wang, I want to conquer the Storm Bandits, but this matter concerns the disciples guarding Sanhuo Town, and also concerns a disciple who is participating in the trial at the trial place." Xiong Ke, who was standing under the stone steps, looked grim.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"Peng Ming has admitted that he had the consent of the guard deacon to raise those insects that would die in the fire."

"Also, the trial disciple who took action to relieve the crisis in Scattered Fire City, I hope he can come out and clarify."

There was a cold look in Xiong Ke's eyes: "His strength is so great, why should he let go of the Storm Bandits?"

Han Muye was able to reach the eightieth floor in the Trial Grounds, so it would not be difficult to keep the original tens of thousands of people from the Storm Bandits.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At least if we really take action, most of these 10,000 people will be killed and injured easily.

But Han Muye not only did not kill anyone, but also let them leave, leaving only his commander to surrender in Sanhuo City.

Xiong Ke clung to this point and asked Han Muye to explain it clearly.

However, at this time, Han Mu, a barbarian, was in the trial area. How could he explain this clearly?

"Zhang Zhenbiao has merits and demerits, and this town guard will deal with him in accordance with the sect's regulations."

"When a trial disciple is in the trial, according to the sect's practice, we need to wait until he comes out of the trial before asking questions." Wang Minghe waved his hand and said calmly.

Xiong Ke's cultivation is no worse than him, but without a guard status, it is useless to be arrogant in front of him.

Wang Minghe wanted to protect Zhang Zhenbiao and Han Muye, it was just a matter of words.

In his opinion, just let Xiong Ke make trouble.
To be continued...