Si Ping stood there, his face extremely cold, staring at his exclusive training room.
Now someone has entered, so he can't step in, and there is no way to teach this new person a lesson, but now his anger has already risen.
"Whether he is a newcomer or not, this move has already provoked me, Si Ping."
"You all have to pay the price!"
A cold voice resounded, and Si Ping stood on the spot, with his arms folded and his eyes cold.
Everyone trembled inwardly.
When the newcomer is finished, Senior Brother Si Ping will not let him go.
Of course, most people didn't care at all. After all, Mu Han had nothing to do with them, and they wouldn't care about such an ant.
Some people looked at the door of the training room with a hint of joking in their eyes: "The newcomer is looking for death!"
"..."
At this time, Mu Han had already entered the training room, and he had no idea what was happening outside.
boom!
In an instant, various illusions appeared in front of him, and then a figure appeared. Mu Han's eyes narrowed, and it looked like a peerless swordsman standing there. The sword intent exuding from his body directly caused the space to distort.
"What is this?" Mu Han was confused.
Clang!
In an instant, the opponent swung a sword towards Mu Han, and the sword was like thunder, unstoppable!
"Um?"
Mu Han's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and his eyes were full of horror. The fantasy of the person who took action should be that he was a super master who had reached eighteen rounds of sword power.
"The Blood-Drinking Nine Tribulations Sword!"
Mu Han wheeled out the Hunyuan Sword, and with one strike, the bright red sword body condensed and swept out directly.
The two forces collided, and his Blood-Drinking Nine Tribulations Sword actually cracked like glass, and his expression changed drastically.
Pfft.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face became extremely ugly.
With his own cultivation level facing this master, he was no match at all.
"but……"
"interesting!"
"continue!"
Mu Han said ferociously, his eyes filled with blood, and he directly unleashed his bloodthirsty sword intent. The unyielding sword intent roared out again, and the terrifying aura instantly tore one piece apart.
When the opponent takes a turn with a sword, the sword light directly presses down.
The roaring sound resounded, and the power of his sword broke directly, and Mu Han retreated violently.
"The sword of this will is very strong!"
Mu Han spoke out, he was ice-cold, and his eyes were filled with a strong chill.
He held the Hunyuan Sword in his palm, emitting the clanging sound of the sword, reverberating!
The sword's intention was vast and became even more terrifying.
Mu Han looked a little surprised, then ecstatic.
The next moment, the distant attack broke out again, swallowing everything.
"snort!"
Mu Han had a ferocious look in his eyes, holding the Hunyuan Sword in his hand, and said in a ferocious voice: "Upgraded version of the Ruwei Yijian!"
The bloodthirsty sword intent and the unyielding sword intent continued to condense, and a terrifying sword power instantly erupted.
Boom!
The two forces exploded instantly, causing huge waves.
Mu Han retreated continuously, and the surrounding space cracked inch by inch, and a powerful wave of air swept over him. Blood bleeded from the corner of Mu Han's mouth, and there were bloody mouths all over his body.
"It's so strong, but it's interesting to fight against such a master."
Mu Han still couldn't help but sigh, but then his eyes became more excited.
With such a swordsman master fighting against him, he would naturally not waste such an opportunity.
A powerful master can sharpen his sword skills and temper his sword intent!
Boom boom boom.
The man of the illusion took turns with long swords, each sword was extremely terrifying, each sword intention opened and closed countless stars, like falling stars in the sky.
Shocking.
It's amazing.
Mu Han frantically draws out his sword, and each time his sword intention is constantly sublimated and condensed!
Kill with one sword!
A subtle sword.
Blood-drinking Nine Tribulations Sword.
Every time the sword fell suddenly, the space continued to tremble.
Mu Han's swordsmanship was constantly shattered, and his body was covered in blood, just like a bloody man.
Time passed slowly, and Mu Han had been in this training room for five hours.
"Blood-drinking Nine Tribulations Sword!" Mu Han's face was expressionless, and seven blood swords formed above his head. The next moment, they condensed out, and a rumbling sound resounded.
There was a tremor in the training room, and a domineering and strange air flow swept out of it crazily.
The attack of the illusory man collided again, and the two forces immediately collapsed, and the illusory man disappeared immediately.
"call."
Mu Han exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the blood in his eyes gradually became clearer.
It only took five hours to forge the seventh blood sword. Once the nine blood swords are condensed, who can stop him?
Mu Han smiled. In this training room, training was really fast, but he was also quite miserable.
Looking at the injuries on his body, he shook his head, and then changed into a piece of clean clothes from the Qiankun Ring.
"It's time to leave."
Mu Han smiled and said, "Let's continue next time!"
"..."
boom!
The door to the training room opens.
I saw Mu Han slowly walking out of the training room.
"He's out?"
In this training ground, every man and woman looked at Mu Han with shock and disbelief in their eyes.
Unexpectedly, Mu Han came out anyway.
But is this guy really a newcomer?
He was able to stay in the training room for such a long time.
Mu Han frowned, naturally noticing something strange in the scene, and couldn't help but said, "What are they doing?"
"Why are you looking at yourself?"
I'm speechless, I'm really speechless. I don't really like being paid too much attention to.
"Are you new?"
At this moment, a cold voice resounded, Si Ping stepped forward and looked at Mu Leng and said.
The sword intent all over his body was raging crazily, distorting every piece of sword intent.
Mu Han nodded: "Yes!"
Si Ping said coldly: "Do you know what you did?"
Mu Han frowned and said, "What happened? I just entered the practice room to practice. What's wrong?"
What did these guys do? What does it have to do with them to enter the practice room to practice?
Si Ping looked gloomy and said: "Look next to the training room, what is engraved on it?"
Mu Han looked and saw the word "Si" carved on the side of the training room. He suddenly realized something, and then looked at Si Ping and smiled lightly: "Senior brother, you won't tell me that this training room belongs to you, right?"
?Exclusively for you, right?"
Si Ping looked grim and said in a ferocious voice: "Of course."
Mu Han said with a smile: "There should be a doctor in the sword fighting sect to treat your brain!"
"No one said you were mentally retarded? You have an exclusive training room. You wouldn't tell Zhanjian Sect that the training room was built for your son, right?"
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and they all looked at Mu Han, a little surprised that this newcomer dared to speak to Senior Brother Si Ping like this.
"Asshole!"
"court death!"
Si Ping's eyes widened, his body was filled with murderous intent, and his eyes were filled with cold-blooded intent.
In an instant, he swung his sword and came down quickly.
Clang!
The latter's face became extremely cold. He held the Hunyuan Sword and pressed it down immediately. In an instant, the sword energy came out magnificently, like a vast ocean, raging crazily.
boom.
The two fought, and Mu Han instantly fell back several feet.
And then he stamped his feet hard, Feng Xing changed and moved, and the whole person disappeared like an afterimage.
With a scoff, he suddenly held the Hunyuan Sword and charged towards Si Ping, his eyes turning blood red.
Clang!
Si Ping's face was filled with ferociousness, and the sword energy in his body roared. He raised his sword and said in a ferocious voice: "How dare you attack me, Si Ping!"