The Red Flame Wild Ox feeds on fire, and its blood is filled with the power of fire.
This is a monster beast that lives in a foreign world. It can turn its entire body into a pillar of fire and melt its enemies into ashes.
Each Red Flame Wild Ox has ground level combat power, and the combined strength of each other is even more terrifying.
At this time, a group of at least thirty wild cattle rushed towards Han Muye.
The gathered flames had turned into a beam of light a hundred feet tall.
But compared with Han Muye's sword light, this beam of light was as dim as a firefly!
With one sword in the air, the light of the sword is like the ripples of the wind in the river, fighting against the waves.
The flames on each wild bull were enveloped by the light of the long sword and turned into sparkling light in the waves.
The flame beam suddenly shattered!
"Listen to the music in the river breeze!" Behind Han Muye, a trial disciple holding a long sword widened his eyes, and the sword in his hand kept shaking.
"I can't use this sword, I can't use this sword..."
He has also practiced this swordsmanship, but compared to the swordsmanship performed by Han Muye, the difference in power is simply thousands of miles away.
"What a move that spreads clear waves." In the big city hundreds of millions of miles away from Yunlu City, in front of the Xuanling Sword Sect disciples gathered in the trial hall, an old man with gray beard said with a chuckle.
Beside him, the eyes of a young swordsman in his thirties were all shining: "Being able to break the pillar of fire with a clear wave means that the swordsmanship is so deep that it is hard to predict."
It's hard to predict, but there are clearly layers of fighting spirit emerging from him.
"Why, Zhu Yong, an elite of the Sword Sect's Xantian Hall, would be interested in a trial disciple?" Beside the young man, a nine-foot-tall man smiled slowly and spoke loudly.
The gray-haired old man smiled but said nothing.
The young man named Zhu Yong did not turn his head, but looked at the pillar of fire that exploded in the light curtain, and the sword light that had already submerged those wild cows.
"My Xuantian Palace only wants elites."
"Isn't it the same for you at Zhantian Palace?"
His words made the strong man laugh.
The look on the big man's face turned into pride, and he looked at Han Muye in the light curtain: "Whether he can enter the Zhantian Temple depends on whether he can step over the hundred floors."
"A moment's speed is nothing."
Xuntian Hall, Zhantian Hall.
These two people turned out to be the strongest members of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
The Sword Sect disciples in the rear, as well as other disciples waiting for the trial, all had envious expressions on their faces.
To be valued by the powerful men of Xantian and Zhantian at the same time, that trial disciple is truly extraordinary.
Of course, judging from his swordsmanship that can reach the second level with one sword, he is also qualified for this.
What outsiders don't know, but those disciples of the Sword Sect who have ever entered the trial area, all know that the trial area suppresses cultivation.
Only those with a high level of swordsmanship can perform exceptionally well in the place of trial.
There is a very famous rumor in the Sword Sect. A Taoist master hid his identity and went to the Sword Sect's trial place, but he did not even enter the outer sect.
Because his swordsmanship is poor and he has no cultivation, but he cannot display it in the trial place.
The trial place is prepared for true swordsmen practitioners.
"boom--"
On the second floor of the trial ground, the water in the vast space in front of Han Muye exploded, and the sparkling flame also went out.
A dying red-flamed bull fell to the ground.
The jade in Han Muye's hand sparkled with golden light.
Pass the second level of trial.
"A quarter of an hour." Holding the jade, Han Muye said calmly.
The dozens of sword cultivators who followed him had already rushed out.
Han Muye watched them hunt down the seriously injured Red Flame Bull, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
He didn't know where he found this red-flamed bull, but the flames on his body actually made the Nirvana Bead he collected feel the slightest reaction.
He absorbed a ray of flame and poured it into the Nirvana Bead, and the Nirvana Bead swallowed it up without ceremony.
It's a pity that the fire power of this wild bull is still weak. Even if it kills ten thousand heads, it will only be a drop in the bucket for the Nirvana Pearl.
Han Muye has no interest in killing cattle on the second floor.
The Nirvana Pearl is just an ordinary treasure to him. If there is a chance to make it Nirvana, it would be better to inspire the bloodline of the divine bird Phoenix. If it cannot Nirvana, it will have no impact on him.
"The second level has been passed." In the trial hall of Yunlu City, Zhao Xu clasped his hands and roared.
In the light curtain in front of them, Han Muye and the trial disciples behind him were wrapped in golden light and disappeared.
In less than a quarter of an hour, they had completed the trial task on this level.
the third floor.
Green light surrounds a mountain forest.
As far as the eye can see are large trees dozens of feet tall, with canopies like canopies.
Han Muye and a group of trial disciples landed in the mountain forest. The golden light on their bodies dispersed, and they were immediately attacked by a giant black bird perched on the tree crown.
It is three feet long, its wings are spread nearly ten feet, its body is black, and its feathers are like arrows with green grey.
The long beak is the color of gold and iron and is two feet long.
The front ends of the light yellow claws have five-inch-long sharp claws.
"Gah——"
A harsh neighing sound was heard, and all the trial disciples who followed Han Muye trembled.
This cry actually contains a divine soul attack!
Han Muye raised his head and swung the long sword in his hand. The sword light was so fast that it only flickered and cut the giant black bird in two.
A flash of blood red shines.
Qi and blood instantly filled the air.
"Be careful!" several trial disciples shouted.
"This is the Iron Thorn Bird. It is the most vindictive. Its energy and blood attract its companions, and it will not stop until death!" A trial disciple looked at the turbulent tree crown not far away and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Han, you go first."
Go first.
Anyone present dared to deal with these iron-thorned birds.
But if this bird comes in a flock, no one dares to face it directly.
"Hey, this guy is really a bit arrogant. This Iron Thorn Bird is very fast in flight. Although its combat power is only at the Earth level, it is extremely difficult to deal with in the Earth realm."
In the trial hall of a city, an old man wearing a white robe saw the situation on the third floor of the trial ground through the eyes suspended above Han Muye's head, and shook his head with regret.
At this time, the number of eyes on Han Muye's head had reached thirteen.
"Let's go?" Han Muye stood up with his sword in hand and took one step forward.
"I'm afraid the Iron Thorn Bird won't come!"
With a low drink in his mouth, Han Muye followed the sword and stepped onto the dense tree canopy. His speed was actually a few points faster than the Iron Thorn Bird.
This third level of space obviously suppresses the power of flight, but Han Muye flew between the tree crowns like a light cloud.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is the power of swordsmanship transformed into physical form." In a blue hall, a Taoist carrying a green sword looked at Han Muye's feet,
Translucent eyes.
"It must be the Floating Cloud Sword Intention. The body is like a light cloud, and the sword reaches into the sky." A young man behind the Taoist said in a young voice: "This sword intention is so proficient in controlling it. If you come to my Tianyun Palace, I'm afraid you can rank among the top ten disciples."
The Taoist in front of him said nothing.
With so many eyes staring at Han Muye's head, how could they from Tianyun Palace grab it?
"Stab-"
Han Muye thrust out his sword and rushed into the tree crown. By the time he flew out, he had already killed three giant birds.
The giant bird fell. Han Muye flashed his sword and was as light as a floating cloud. He walked through the canopy of trees and shouted in a low voice: "I'll give you a quarter of an hour."
A quarter of an hour!
Still a quarter of an hour!
Everyone below looked up and saw that the fallen Iron Thorn Bird was seriously injured, but it was not fatal!
"Senior Brother Han..." A trial disciple's face flashed with excitement and he whispered: "It's us who have dragged Senior Brother Han down."
Everyone else nodded.
"Don't disappoint Senior Brother Han's kindness, he has already attracted the Iron Thorn Birds to surround and kill him."
A trial disciple shouted, unsheathed his sword, and chopped a fallen giant bird into two pieces with one strike.
In the sky, giant black birds were already swooping up around Han Muye.
In the distance, a flock of giant birds like thick black clouds rushed towards me.
The power of the condensed qi and blood turned into a thousand-foot-long giant bird, its wings spread out, and it struck hard in this direction.
This blow can directly smash the mountain forest within a ten-mile radius and turn it into powder!
At this moment, behind the eyes above Han Muye's head, everyone was staring at Han Muye's sword.
Since Han Muye dared to fight against a group of Iron Thorn Birds alone, he was naturally confident of passing this level.
It's just how you deal with it, whether you pass it beautifully or barely pass it, the difference is huge.
"What I encountered on the third floor was not the Iron Thorn Bird, but the Songbird, which was much weaker than it. Even then, it took me thirteen days to complete the task." Yunlu City Trial Hall
, Hu Jie shook his head and spoke softly.
Several other Sword Sect disciples looked worried on their faces.
Starting from the third level, the difficulty of the trial has increased more than ten times.
Many of the disciples waiting for the trial have turned pale.
They have seen how powerful and fast the Iron Thorn Birds are, and they still attack in groups.
For immortal cultivators whose power of flight has been suppressed, it is really difficult to deal with such flying birds.
It’s not like the place of trial is immune to death.
On the contrary, the number of people who have died in the trial field is a hundred times a thousand times more than those who have passed the trial!
"He moved!" someone whispered.
"His sword, his sword flew away!" Someone's eyes widened.
"He, he is Yu Jian!" Countless people in the trial hall who were observing Han Muye shouted loudly.
Han Muye let go of his hand, and the sword flew out from his palm.
A sword cultivator put down his sword.
The sword, with its dazzling edge, struck the giant bird transformed from the birds in front of it head-on.
The light of the sword condensed into a phantom of a hundred feet, with immortal patterns shining on it, and it was extremely sharp.
With one strike of the sword, hundreds of giant birds were torn off by the light of the sword.
The formation of giant birds was also split in half with a sword.
This sword exceeded everyone's expectations.
As a sword cultivator, it doesn't mean that you can't practice sword control.
It's just that the sword is mostly used in one-on-one situations, and it is rare to let go of the sword when facing a siege.
After all, for sword cultivators, the sword in their hands is their greatest reliance.
"Without a sword in his hand, but with a sword in his heart, he has already reached this level of cultivation?" In a trial hall, the old man who was sitting cross-legged slowly stood up.
Behind him, the eyes of all the Sword Sect disciples shone brightly.
"This boy, this sword is interesting." The big man standing with Zhu Yong of Xantian Palace shouted loudly.
"This sword has the shadow of my Xantian Palace swordsmanship." Zhu Yong stared at the long sword that flew back to Han Muye's hand and whispered softly.
His voice was so low that only he could hear it.
Han Muye withdrew his long sword, and without retreating, he followed the sword and crashed into the scattered birds.
The flock of birds that could not gather for a while could only be slaughtered under his sword.
His body seemed to be weightless, flying among the birds, and every time he moved, it brought up a cloud of blood.
The long sword lightly swiped across the giant bird's neck, and an iron-thorned bird fell.
"With good sword intention, he uses the power of flapping bird wings to move around. Even if all the iron-thorned birds are killed, not a single bird can get close to him." A middle-aged swordsman standing in the center of the trial hall.
Make your eyes clear and clear.
"Who is this person? Go and find out quickly." He shouted in a low voice.
The two Sword Sect disciples looked at each other, bowed quickly, looked at Han Muye in the scene, and exited the hall.
The place of trial not only depends on combat prowess, but also on swordsmanship and sword intent.
If we talk about Han Muye's swordsmanship and one strike with his sword, it was superb.
The floating clouds and sword intention that followed his sword at this time, like floating catkins among thousands of giant birds, were truly wonderful.
The figure that moves freely within a square inch, like a light cloud floating in the sky, but with a coquettish bloody light, makes people fascinated every time it flashes.
"Isn't that what we, sword cultivators, are like..." A trial disciple standing behind the disciples of the Sword Sect revealed a resolute sword light.
A swordsman who can wield a sword without regrets should be able to wield it freely and freely.
What Han Muye showed on these three levels was exactly what a low-level swordsman practitioner imagined.
"This is the real swordsman!" someone whispered.
Sword Fairy!
This word could not be more accurate to describe Han Muye, who was swaying like a cloud among the giant birds in front of him!
"Stab-"
Han Muye slashed out ten feet of sword light with one strike, and his body moved and fell directly to the ground.
In his hand, the jade shone with golden light.
It's not yet a quarter of an hour, but it's almost here.
He did not wait, the golden light from the jade in his hand directly wrapped his body and disappeared in this layer.
No need to wait any longer.
The other trial disciples who came with him had already killed enough Iron Thorn Birds.
It can't be said to be a beheading. They only needed to use their swords to wipe the necks of the fallen ironthorn birds.
"boom--"
As soon as they entered the fourth floor of the trial area, a huge gray-yellow rhinoceros three feet tall collided directly with Han Muye.
The power surging in this rhinoceros is already half a step into the heavenly realm, and its energy and blood are surging like a long river.
At this time, thirty-eight eyes of various colors were floating above Han Muye's head, watching his every move.
"Senior Brother Han, you don't have to worry about us, just go all out to pass the test!" A trial disciple standing behind Han Muye shouted in a low voice, and then retreated towards the back.
"Senior brother, don't worry, we will definitely pass the tenth floor and become disciples of the inner sect of the Sword Sect, and then meet our senior brother in the sect."
A trial disciple holding a long sword shouted, fighting spirit surging in his body, and he hit the three-foot-long rhinoceros that appeared on one side head-on.
"Senior Brother Han, see you at Jian Zong!"
"Senior brother, see you at Sword Sect!"
The trial disciples did not want to drag Han Muye down, so they all chose to retreat.
They followed Han Muye from Yunlu City to the trial area. They originally planned to have Han Muye take care of them so that they could go a little further during the trial.
They never expected that Han Muye would lead them into the fourth level of trial in less than an hour.
We can no longer hold Han Muye back.
Now that countless people are paying attention to Han Muye, this elite seed, Han Muye's energy should be left on dealing with the trials, rather than leading them.
Han Muye turned around to take a look, nodded, and said calmly: "Okay."
The voice fell and the sword light rose.
The dazzling light caused all the thirty-eight eyes above his head to see only a silvery white.
"Fuck, what a cruel sword!"
The big man beside Zhu Yong slapped his thigh and shouted loudly.