Han Muye has always been curious about the three days in the world of Xianyuan.
He has always wanted to explore the secrets of a place that is longed for by all Dao Ancestor monks.
This time, he finally got what he wanted.
The nine-story sword pavilion allows you to see time and space at a glance.
I didn't let myself down after all.
With a chuckle, he lowered his head and looked at the long sword in front of him.
At this time, the sword was already flashing with light, and it was extremely clear.
Outsiders think that the sword test is to find a sword from the first level of the sword pavilion, and then grow it all the way to the strongest level. In this way, you can be recognized by the sword master and become the inheritor.
In fact, they are all wrong.
It's not the sword owner's approval, it's the sword pavilion's approval, the sword weapon here's approval.
These swords are indeed ordinary on the first level, but on the second level, after being infused with spirituality, they will fit in with the swords hidden in the sword pavilion.
When it reaches the third level, the sword will turn into a sword hidden in the sword pavilion.
The trialist needs to get in touch with this sword, and then help this sword establish its dominant position in the sword pavilion, thereby becoming the master of the sword pavilion.
The sword pavilion has already had its own consciousness after the death of its master, and these swords are all vying to be the leader of the sword pavilion.
How could a sword pavilion with many magical swords and weapons be waiting alone for an outsider to become its master?
Wrong direction.
So for so many years, no one has been able to become the master of this sword pavilion.
Because they all regard the people they travel with as their opponents, and everything in the sword pavilion as a test for themselves, for their improvement.
In fact, their real enemy is the sword weapon in the sword pavilion that has already had its own ideas!
"Buzz——"
The sword in his palm vibrated and seemed to fly away.
Han Muye chuckled, and the sword intention hit the sword body, causing the sword to scream.
After a moment, the sword transformed into a snow-white puppy again, swimming obediently at Han Muye's feet.
Very well behaved.
Han Muye stood up and looked forward.
In the mountains and forests, there are many huts and continuous streets and towns.
The sword cultivators who landed on this level were already familiar with searching for the creatures here, and then talked with them to get their approval.
As long as they are recognized by the creatures here, they can successfully pass this level and enter the next level.
Han Muye walked quietly and heard many strategies for surviving the Jiange Trial.
As long as the creatures on this level agree, the sword cultivator can enter the fourth level of the sword pavilion with his sword.
Entering the fourth floor is where the mutual killing begins.
In the first three floors of the Sword Pavilion, sword cultivators basically do not take action.
Wandering around the huts in villages and towns, Han Muye saw many interesting things.
Some people helped the white-haired old man find his lost goat, some carried the old lady across the river, and some bought vegetables for the widow...
There are also many people who go to the town to find rich families and get various tasks.
Those who complete the task will have spiritual light intertwined with them, and then their bodies will disappear.
At this time, there was a small white dog walking in front of Han Muye, who seemed to be completing his mission.
Many people turned to look at him. Some had fear in their eyes, some were curious, and some had smiles on their faces.
As the little white dog wandered around, Han Muye discovered that no matter whether it was the old man in the hut in the forest or the chickens and ducks, they were extremely afraid of the little white dog.
Only when you go to a village or town, the first person who is not afraid of the little white dog is the butcher at the entrance of the town.
Then we walked all the way. The knights in the town, the big men in government uniforms, and the wealthy people were not afraid of the little white dog, but looked at it with interest.
Han Muye did not look for someone to talk to like others, but slowly searched the town.
For seven consecutive days, he came into contact with almost everyone.
wrong.
There is another person he has not contacted.
The mayor of a small town.
In these seven days, most of the sword cultivators have left the town.
And according to Han Muye's observation, if the task is not completed within a full seven days, it will be considered a failure in the trial and will be kicked out of the Jiange.
Many sword cultivators who arrived at this level earlier than him would be kicked out of the sword pavilion in frustration when they failed to complete their tasks.
The eighth day after arriving at this level is the last hour of the seven-day period.
Han Muye stopped the mayor who was wearing a green robe and gauze hat at the small official hall at the entrance of the town.
Seeing Han Muye, the mayor smiled softly and his eyes fell on the flinching little white dog at his feet.
"Are you here to seek help from the mayor?"
The mayor pointed to the government servant standing aside and said calmly: "If you have any questions, you can ask Zhang Cheng."
The yamen servant named Zhang Cheng crossed his arms and glanced at Han Muye: "Tell me, if you have anything, I can give you an easy task."
"In this case, you can help me buy a pig from the village."
It takes a long time to get back and forth from the town to Shanlinzhaizi. In addition, the pigs are bought back. If Zhang Cheng cannot be found, the task will not be completed.
At that time, an hour passed.
Zhang Cheng took out a money bag, then looked at Han Muye: "You have to keep this little white dog."
Han Muye nodded, bent down and hugged the little white dog with one hand, and took the money bag with the other.
The yamen officer Zhang Cheng showed joy on his face and reached out to pick up the little white dog.
Han Muye reached out and pushed, and the little white dog bumped into Zhang Cheng, making him take a step back and hit the mayor with his back.
Then, the little white dog turned into a long sword and pierced Zhang Cheng's chest, piercing him and the mayor behind him at the same time.
The sword light penetrated, the two of them chuckled a few times, and their bodies disappeared.
"boom--"
The entire third floor of the sword pavilion shook, and endless lightning descended.
All the villagers and living creatures turned into swords and gleams of light, beheading Han Muye.
But before the sword light arrived, Han Muye was already covered by a spiritual light and rushed to the fourth floor.
Those swordsmen were reluctant to give up and chased after him.
Outside the sword pavilion, you can see the vibrations on the third floor of the sword pavilion, and countless auras and sword lights intertwined, going straight up to the fourth floor.
"The third floor also woke up..."
Beside Xu Chuanhe, a white-haired old man whispered.
Several other great swordsman monks from Liukui Pavilion all had complicated expressions.
At this moment, Jiange no longer needs outside disciples to urge and provide spiritual energy.
My sword pavilion is really about to find its owner...
This kind of feeling is difficult for outsiders to understand.
Jiange has no master, Liukui Pavilion's strength has declined, and it will eventually be suppressed by other forces.
But if the sword pavilion has an owner, this treasure will become someone else's.
Including those precious swords in the sword pavilion.
Who doesn’t feel bad?
"I wonder who is recognized by Jiange?" someone whispered.
In fact, everyone knows that the person who can do this is most likely Han Muye.
Before the disciple came to report, he had already told about Han Muye's incident in the sword pavilion.
"Fortunately, Han Muye acted with a clear conscience and was a true swordsman." Xu Chuanhe had a smile in his eyes.
Whether it was the Sword Appraisal Meeting or the confrontation with the Life-Taking Tower, Han Muye behaved like a sword cultivator.
This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
The master of Jiange Pavilion is the master of Liukui Pavilion. No one wants to have a bad-character master above their head.
"boom--"
Han Muye had just entered the fourth floor of the sword pavilion when a beam of sword light struck at his head.
Zhu ignored it!
A strong man from Qiyao Sword Sect, Zhu Wuwu is currently in Qiyao Pavilion.
The sword light was so magnificent that it blocked all Han Muye's escape routes.
This sword triggered thousands of auras all around, and the screams were harsh, as if they were going to crush the space.
The unexpected sword strike seemed to frighten Han Muye, and he paused in mid-air without any response.
"That's Han Muye!" Someone in the distance whispered.
"This sword has at least three levels of out-of-body combat power and cannot be stopped!" The sword cultivator who was originally still willing to rescue stopped, with fear in his eyes.
The sword pavilion is suppressed by Taoist power, which is different from the outside.
Even for the great monks in the heavenly realm, the power of a sword is compressed to the extreme.
At this time, Zhu ignored the sword and the sword cultivators watching around him had no idea of taking action.
"Isn't this guy really unstoppable?" Bai Zeyu frowned on the distant mountains.
"Haha, if he is really dead, it means that my ancestor also made mistakes." He laughed and turned to look into the distance.
Over there, Shui Yue'er of Shuiling Palace pierced the body of a sword cultivator with a sword.
This sword cultivator's energy, blood, aura, and the sword intent he had cultivated all his life turned into flowing light and were absorbed by the sword in Shui Yue'er's hand.
Use all the power of a practitioner to warm up the sword!
The fourth floor turned out to be the real place of killing.
Shui Yue'er raised her head and looked at Bai Zeyu, her eyes full of coldness.
With a flash of sword light, she looked for another sword cultivator and rushed over.
"After all, they are from the spirit-armored demon clan. The ancestor said that the blood of these spirit-armored demon clan is cold. I felt it the last time I tasted it..." Bai Zeyu looked solemn and turned to look in the direction of Han Muye.
At this time, Zhu Wuwu's sword light had arrived in front of Han Muye, but Han Muye did not move at all.
"boom--"
Behind Han Muye, endless streams of light burst into the void.
This is the sword weapon from the entire third floor rushing into the fourth floor!
The wings of light behind Han Muye flashed and disappeared.
Zhu Wuli's sword light bore the brunt and was directly smashed into pieces.
Before he could react, the torrent of sword light swallowed him up.
"Buzz——"
Countless long swords turned into long dragons and chased Han Muye.
As for Zhu Wuli who was swallowed up, just pretend he never came.
A great cultivator who had left his body in the heavenly realm fell silently on the fourth level!
This is killing!
Han Muye laughed loudly and flew away.
The direction in which he was flying was the mountains in the distance.
Behind him, the sword gleamed like a dragon, chasing after him.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Bai Zeyu originally had a smile on his face, but the next moment, his smile froze.
The direction of Han Muye's flight was clearly towards him!
"Brother Bai, help!" Han Muye shouted.
grass!
Bai Zeyu turned around and ran away.
Is this something you can mix in yourself?
Seeing him escaping, Han Muye laughed loudly and turned the long sword-light dragon towards Shui Yue'er.
Shui Yue'er, who originally defeated the sword cultivator in front of him with one sword and could kill him with one more sword, also had a change of expression, and finally chose to run away.
Escaped.
At this moment, the entire fourth floor of Jiange was in chaos.
Han Muye led the long dragon with sword light and wreaked havoc, no one dared to stop.
He was in the middle, with thousands of sword cultivators running away in front of him.
The fourth floor of the sword pavilion, which was supposed to be fighting each other, has become a fourth floor of escape.
"Fellow Taoists, we should work together to overcome the difficulties!" Han Muye shouted.
Then, the swordsman in front ran a minute faster.
"Everyone, this sword light is a great opportunity. If we can defeat the sword light dragon, we may become the masters of the sword pavilion." Han Muye shouted again.
Whoever goes to ride a horse and believes this is a fool.
The swordsman in front ran faster.
With a smile on his face, Han Muye chased these sword cultivators on the fourth floor of the sword pavilion.
The sword light behind also didn't give up, like a torrent rolling.
One day.
Three days.
Ten days.
More and more swordsmen are weak in their cultivation, their spiritual energy is exhausted, they throw away their swords, their bodies turn into nothingness, and they are kicked out of the sword pavilion.
The long sword flew into the Long Sword Light Dragon, and then made the Long Sword Light Dragon even more powerful.
Ahead, there were originally tens of thousands of practitioners, but now there are less than 10,000.
Bai Zeyu and Shui Yue'er ran side by side, both of them looking solemn.
"Damn it, if I had known I would kill a few sword cultivators and absorb enough energy, blood and spiritual energy, it would be great to leave this level." Bai Zeyu cursed in a low voice.
Shui Yue'er beside him didn't speak, but a flash of light flashed in his eyes, meaning the same thing.
Who knew that Han Muye would start such a big battle on the fourth floor?
No one dares to stop now. Anyone who stops will be swallowed up by the torrent of sword light.
And in this situation, whoever dares to turn around and kill someone will have to deal with the hateful blows of tens of thousands of sword cultivators.
No one can stop it.
"How about we turn around and kill Han Muye?"
Someone made a sound.
Then, everyone treated him like a fool and ignored him.
Who knows if killing Han Muye can divert the sword light away?
Could it be that since Han Muye died, Jianguang stopped pursuing him?
Who stops to be the one to take the shot?
Anyway, as long as you are not the slowest runner, you won't be caught up.
"boom--"
Day 20.
At this time, there were only three thousand sword cultivators on the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion.
The torrent of sword light behind Han Muye was so powerful that it turned into a dragon shadow, roaring softly.
The power of this Sword Light Dragon is so powerful that people dare not look directly at it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Bai Zeyu regrets a little. If he had known better, he would have taken action directly when Han Muye rushed to the fourth floor?
"How about you kill me?" Bai Zeyu turned to look at Shui Yue'er with a slight gasp.
"I want to know whether your blood can be hot."
Shui Yue'er trembled all over, with a hint of complexity in her eyes.
She suddenly paused, flew back, and rushed towards Han Muye behind her.
The Young Palace Master of Shuiling Palace has taken action!
Many people continued running, while many stopped.
If Shui Yue'er can't succeed, this trial will definitely fail.
"Fuck!" Bai Zeyu gritted his teeth, roared, and rushed back.
Bai Zeyu's sword is very thin.
The sword in Shui Yue'er's hand is very short.
The two swords were also filled with water vapor. The two swords were drawn by the sword light and intertwined together, turning into a dragon and crashing towards Han Muye.
Behind Han Muye, sword light and a long dragon roared.
There is a dragon blocking the way in front, and a sword light transforming into a dragon behind to devour it.
At this moment, Han Muye seemed to be in despair.
"You can abandon the sword." Bai Zeyu's voice came.
Abandon the sword?
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
He slowly spread his hands.
The sword in his hand slowly fell.
Bai Zeyu's eyes widened.
Really abandon the sword?
Give up the trial?
Isn’t this guy a sword cultivator? How could he really abandon his sword?
If Han Muye abandoned his sword and left, wouldn't he have to run headlong into the dragon of sword light, leaving nothing behind?
Did I think something wrong?
wrong!
Right in front of Bai Zeyu, the sword Han Muye put down in his hand turned into a golden lion, which was then wrapped by a long dragon behind him.
The sword light roared and the spiritual light exploded.
When all the light and shadow dissipated, Han Muye was no longer in front of him.
This guy was swallowed up by the sword light?
"He, he has long been recognized by Jian Guang..." Shui Yue'er had a complicated look on her face and whispered.
Got Jian Guang’s approval early!
Bai Zeyu gritted his teeth and nodded.
Everyone thought that the long sword-light dragon was here to hunt down Han Muye.
After all, the scene of devouring Zhu Wuli in one gulp was right in front of him.
But everyone was deceived by Han Muye.
This sword light is clearly chasing Han Muye and wants to recognize him as his master!
Now, the sword light merged with his sword weapon, leading him to the fifth floor of the sword pavilion.
"Still fighting?"
Bai Zeyu looked at Shui Yue'er.
Shui Yue'er raised her eyes to look at him and suddenly swung her sword.
The sword struck Bai Zeyu's arm, and blood spattered and stained her clothes and cheeks.
"Sure enough, it's hot..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she let go of her sword.
Then, the figure turned into nothingness.
quit.
Bai Zeyu's face froze, he was silent for a moment, and then he let go of the sword in his hand.
On the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion, most sword cultivators chose to leave.
Seeing Han Muye leading the sword-light dragon, and then seeing him and the sword-light dragon coming together, who still has the courage to challenge?
At this time, Han Muye was standing in a void space, with a sword cultivator wearing a green robe standing in front of him.
Zuo Tianya.
A strong man from Qiyao Pavilion, a great monk who has left his body.
"I've been waiting for you here for three months." Zuo Tianya looked at Han Muye.
"For the trial on the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion, you need to wait for the person you want to fight with the most."
"You didn't let me down, you made it this far alive."
The expression on Zuo Tianya's face remained unchanged, his hand gently resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Let me kill you and get everything you have. No matter what, I also have a chance to become the master of this sword pavilion."
The words fell and the sword was unsheathed.
The sword in Zuo Tianya's hand is not fancy, just fast.
It was so close that Han Muye had no way to deal with it, so he could only block it with his sword.
But how can one block the sword of a heaven-level swordsman who has left his body and is a half-step heaven-level swordsman?
Zuo Tianya had a sneer on his face.
He is waiting here to use the rules of the sword trial to kill Han Muye.
Now, the wait is finally over.
Looking at the sword light falling on his chest, Han Muye's expression did not change at all.
He raised his hand and raised the sword in his palm.
When his sword appeared, Zuo Tianya's expression changed.
What a sword this is!
The sword light was restrained, but the sword intent within it was as surging as the sea.
The momentum carried by the sword directly solidified the void.
"You, your sword——"
They were all swords obtained from trials. How could Han Muye's sword be so strong?
Zuo Tianya couldn't imagine it.
The sword in his own hand was only a middle-grade spiritual weapon, but the other's sword was already extremely spiritually powerful and was clearly a magic weapon!
"This is the rule..." Han Muye whispered softly.
rule.
The rules of the Sword Pavilion.
Zuo Tianya used the rules to wait for him. Why didn't he use the rules here?
Outside, facing a great sword cultivator like Zuo Tianya, Han Muye would be absolutely unable to deal with it unless he activated his own divine soul sword and divine beast power.
But on the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion, all he had to do was let the sword in his hand use its full power.
Because, after absorbing all the sword light, the power of the sword in his hand has surpassed that of the magic weapon.
This is a spiritual treasure that has transcended the existence of magic weapons!
This is the first time Han Muye has controlled a spiritual treasure.
"boom--"
The sword light chopped Zuo Tianya on the opposite side into pieces, then turned upside down, gathered all Zuo Tianya's power, wrapped around Han Muye's body, and disappeared from the original place.
When the images in front of Han Muye flowed, settled, and solidified, he felt like he was in a quaint attic, with sunlight shining in from the window.
In front, on a small table is a chessboard. Two people in green robes sit opposite each other, each holding chess pieces in their hands.
"It is indeed you."
Han Muye nodded, shook his head, and said softly: "I thought of it, but I didn't expect it."