536, Entering the elite level, the second sword comes out
As the governor of Yuze Prefecture, Wang Minghe certainly has a clear grasp of the affairs of the cities under his control.
Wang Minghe knew everything about the destruction of the teleportation array in Spreading Fire City and the siege by the Gale Bandits and the Sky Tiger Guards.
It is precisely because of this that he will arrange rescue.
But he didn't expect that things in Scattered Fire City would be more complicated than imagined, involving many forces.
The Immortal Demon King in the Bitter Immortal Realm, the Wanshen Trading Company operating in the three states, and the Taoist figure who has been hiding for thousands of years in the Sanhuo City...
In particular, Xiong Ke, the elder of the Desolate Suppression Hall, seemed to be deliberately disrupting the situation, and the reported news was highly likely to escalate the matter.
Not only did they directly issue an order to exterminate the Gale Bandits, they also investigated Wanshen Trading Company and Han Muye, who were suspected of being involved.
Originally, Wang Minghe didn't care about these things.
An elder of the Desolation Palace was so obsessed with matters in a small town that he really lost his dignity.
But looking at it now, that guy Xiong Ke may have deliberately caused trouble for himself.
The real intention is probably on Han Muye.
Squinting his eyes slightly, Wang Minghe's gaze fell on the fiery red bead in Han Muye's hand on the sixth floor of the trial ground.
"Is this for me to prepare in advance?"
"This guy is quite interesting."
Shaking his head and whispering, Wang Minghe's eyes flashed with a trace of light.
With the Golden Immortal out and the Heavenly Immortal suppressing it, deacons and elders like Wang Minghe who are in charge of a state are already powerful figures.
They have enough power in their hands.
Moreover, as a strong man guarding a state, he has sufficient vision and connections.
"boom--"
Above the light curtain, the fiery red bead in Han Muye's hand swallowed up all the flames of the beheaded fiery red bird.
Han Muye could feel the desire conveyed by the beads in his hand.
He raised his head to look at the birds that seemed to form fiery red waves in front of him, with a smile on his face.
Wang Minghe thought well. Han Muye just wanted to let people know that he had the Nirvana Pearl in his hand and let people know what he wanted to do.
The place of trial not only tests the disciple's ability, but also tests his character and desires.
If you really have no desires or desires, I'm afraid it will be inappropriate.
It's better to show what you want.
The flames rolled, Han Muye unsheathed the long sword in his hand, slashed the flying bird with one sword, and held the fire bead in his other hand. The flames followed him, so dazzling and brilliant.
Needless to say, the visual shock brought by this scene is truly extreme.
"Quickly take a photo, such a swordsman's demeanor is enough to make people fall in love." Someone in a trial hall whispered.
"Dumping? Dumping, right?" the person next to him said with a smile.
Even so, someone has already taken out the shadow stone in his hand.
The flames and sword lights intertwined, and Han Muye killed ten people with one step, but in just a moment he was qualified enough to cross the tenth level of the trial ground.
It's just that this time he didn't leave directly, but stayed in the tenth floor for nearly a day.
In one day, the birds he killed gathered a huge amount of flames.
The power of fire absorbed in the Nirvana Bead is transformed into the immortal power within it, and is slowly bred.
Of course, the power of this flame alone is far from enough to inspire the rebirth of the mythical beast Phoenix.
Feeling the power within it, Han Muye gained a better understanding of the Nirvana Bead.
No wonder Lord Peng Mingdao wanted to raise the Nirvana Pearl in the place where the earth's veins gathered.
The power required by this bead is simply unimaginable.
He felt that if this bead were to achieve nirvana, the power of the flames it would consume could destroy hundreds of stars.
Without wasting too much time on the tenth floor, Han Muye finally flew away under almost everyone's attention and rushed into the eleventh floor of the trial.
At this point, he no longer held back, and showed his strength in swordsmanship. The sword light rotated and he was invincible.
Or a sword can penetrate the air, shoot thousands of miles, sweep through all kinds of evil spirits.
Or he is walking with a sword, and the sword in his hand comes and goes, flying like a butterfly, and no one can get close.
Or with a sword in hand, it can split mountains and rocks, dance with a thousand swords, and cause the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.
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For those sword cultivators watching in the trial hall, this is simply an unparalleled visual feast.
This kind of sword cultivation can show the power of swordsmanship to the extreme.
Although many people know nothing about Han Muye's identity, they have already called him the "Sword Immortal".
In order to watch the Sword Immortal break through the trial level, many people simply gave up the opportunity to enter the trial area and waited in front of the big formation.
It took Han Muye one day to reach the tenth floor. After a day's delay on the tenth floor, he moved forward again and climbed to the twentieth floor in five days.
After two days of slight repairs, Han Muye had more than a hundred bright eyes on his head.
By the time he spent a month to reach the fiftieth level of the trial, there were more than 300 eyes of the Spiritual Illumination Formation above his head, covering all the trial halls in the surrounding three states.
Stepping onto the fiftieth level of trials is the elite level.
If you step into the elite in one month, you can be ranked among the top 100 in these 300 cities within a thousand years.
"Senior Brother Chen, what did Elder Zeng Sheng say?" Wang Minghe, who was standing in front of the Yunlu City Trial Hall, spoke in a low voice.
In front of the trial hall, only Wang Minghe and a fifty-year-old Taoist priest wearing green gray robes stood side by side.
The others stood far behind, their eyes falling on the light curtain.
Thirty days in the place of trial, and only three days outside the trial.
Two days ago, when Han Muye entered the twentieth floor, Wang Minghe had already reported Han Muye's matter to the elder on duty at Zhenxuan Hall.
The deacon originally sent to investigate by the elder on duty thought that Wang Minghe was making a fuss out of a molehill and was too cautious.
But when he came, Han Muye had already stepped onto the thirtieth floor, his sword shining like a dragon flying through the nine heavens.
Looking through the photos, I saw several stunning beheadings. Even Chen Qiu, the deacon and elder of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, admired his powerful swordsmanship.
At this time, hearing Wang Minghe's question, Chen Qiu nodded and said, "Elder Zeng has already seen the image stone. For this son, our Zhenxuan Palace must keep it."
Turning to look at Wang Minghe, he lowered his voice: "Junior brother, you have not passed the five declines of heaven and earth. You may have to be reincarnated and rebuild. If this son can rise within three to five thousand years, when you come back from rebuilding, you will have a smooth journey in the sect.
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A hint of joy flashed across Wang Minghe's face and he nodded slightly.
"I understand. I have already asked my great-nephew who is guarding Qingyun Town to come. With their friendship, it is not difficult to keep Han Muye in Zhenxuan Hall."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He looked at Han Muye, whose sword light in the light screen was extremely fast, killing an out-of-body peak gale wolf beast with every flicker.
I never expected that my grandnephew and grandnephew, whom my family randomly arranged to guard a barren town in the wilderness, could be used at a critical moment.
As long as Han Muye can join the Zhenxuan Hall and rely on the friendship of an elite disciple, his own reconstruction will be much safer.
What's more, he has been in charge of a state for so long, and the connections behind him are so vast that it's hard to imagine.
"I wonder if Han Muye will have a chance to become a disciple of Xantian Palace or Zhantian Palace." Chen Qiu looked at Han Muye with a strange look on his face as the sword in his hand slashed across the neck of the gale wolf beast in front of him.
It was already the fiftieth floor of the Trial Ground, and every monster encountered was extremely powerful.
Whether these monsters fight individually or in groups, they are not easy to deal with.
But Han Muye still behaved calmly, and the sword in his hand was swaying without any hindrance.
Judging from his current performance, he has full potential.
Chen Qiu's words made Wang Minghe look a little hopeful.
If Han Muye can really get the recognition of Xantian Palace or Zhantian Palace, coupled with the elite status of Zhenxuan Palace, then he will be an elite of both palaces.
Among the entire Xuanling Sword Sect, there are only a handful of people with such dual elite status, and each one of them is a swordsman genius that has not been born for a hundred years.
"Stab-"
In the light curtain, Han Muye's body and sword joined together, like clouds of smoke, walking between the ten-foot-long ferocious wolf beast.
His long sword pierced the necks of these wolf beasts, and the bodies of the wolf beasts, which were as hard as fine steel, were like tissue paper and could be broken with just one stab.
This is an extremely weird contrast.
A seemingly light sword can kill a powerful wolf beast.
"Lift the light to the heavy, switch the light to the heavy. This guy's swordsmanship is terrifyingly strong." When Gong Shu of Zhantian Palace said this, he no longer had the previous contempt.
Beside him, Zhu Yong from the Xantian Hall also nodded slightly, with a hint of fighting intent in his eyes.
"When this guy joins the Xantian Temple, I want to have a discussion with him."
Zhu Yong stared at the golden light in Han Muye's hand and spoke calmly.
Gong Shu turned his head and grinned: "Why can't you join the Zhantian Palace?"
Zhu Yong said no more.
The old man standing in front of them suddenly whispered: "Who became the elite of the Three Halls last time?"
His words stunned Gong Shu and Zhu Yong.
Three palace elites.
That exists in legend.
Among the disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect, is there one among the millions who can be valued by both the Xantian Palace and the Zhantian Palace?
"Elder Zhao, I'm afraid only our palace master knows about such things." Gong Shu spoke loudly and turned his gaze to the light screen.
There are two elites in the double palace.
Naturally, there are also elites from the Three Palaces.
It's just that the identities and backgrounds of such people are all secrets, secrets that only the upper echelons of the Xuanling Sword Sect know.
It took Han Muye twelve days to go from the fiftieth floor to the sixtieth floor of the trial ground.
In one of the levels, he defeated the Fire Puppet, and then took out the Nirvana Pearl and openly absorbed the power of the three-day flame.
This makes many people show their teeth.
The sixty-second floor of the trial.
Han Muye was hanging quietly on a high bluestone platform.
He was very familiar with this high platform.
Dharma acting stage.
Although it is not a real magic performance platform, the structure and core formation power of this bluestone platform are all the same as the magic performance platform.
At this time, the three phantoms that appeared in front of him were the same as him, holding swords in their hands and sword boxes in white clothes.
"The purpose of the trial is to select elites." Looking at the three shadows in front of him, Han Muye whispered softly, his eyes shining brightly.
The subtle power displayed on these three phantoms is more than ten times more subtle than the Dharma Stage.
In other words, the shadow on the bluestone platform can restore Han Muye's own cultivation and combat power in a more detailed way.
It is a summary of his swordsmanship in the sixty-first floor of the trial.
Looking at the shadow in front of him, Han Muye's fighting spirit slowly gathered.
He didn't know that the three hundred people in the trial hall who were watching at this time had already exploded.
"The trial of killing me?" A white-haired old man widened his eyes and whispered: "Isn't this only a hundred-level trial?"
Beside him, a green-robed Taoist turned his head and said softly: "Uncle, what is the trial of killing me?"
Several other sword cultivators carrying long swords also showed curiosity on their faces.
"This is the test of the true elite in the trial place," the middle-aged man wearing a golden Taoist crown beside the old man said calmly: "This formation can only appear if your strength and cultivation are recognized by the formation spirit."
Having said this, he paused, and a trace of regret flashed across his face: "Back then, I encountered the formation that killed me when I was on the 103rd floor. Unfortunately, I lost in three days of hard fighting."
Having gone through one hundred and three formations, such a person is already the elite among the elite.
Everyone around looked at this middle-aged man with admiration and envy on their faces.
"One hundred and three?" The old man in front nodded and said softly: "It seems that the timing of the appearance of this me-killing formation is also related to the strength of one's own cultivation."
Speaking of this, a deep halo appeared in his eyes.
"The sixty-two formations will kill me, it's terrifying..."
In the trial hall in another large city, dozens of sword cultivators of various shapes stood in front of the light curtain, with sword intent surging from their bodies.
"Three cuts of my shadow at once. The formation spirits in the trial area really think highly of this kid."
A middle-aged sword cultivator with a look of vicissitudes of life shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Back then, when I was on the 98th floor, I only faced a shadow that cut me off."
"Haha, I heard that some people have faced three shadows that cut me off, but -" The person who spoke shook his head and finally chose to remain silent.
No one else asked.
What cannot be said, naturally cannot be said.
"It's moving!" Someone looked at the shadow in the light screen and shouted.
On the light screen, a shadow ten feet away in front of Han Muye let go of his sword and stabbed Han Muye through the chest.
The sword light was as fast as a meteor, and a flash was already approaching.
This swordsmanship is exactly the sword-controlling method that Han Muye has used before.
The sword's light is sharp and the forest is cold and agile.
"when--"
Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and twisted it slightly to block the sword light, then moved his body and advanced instead of retreating.
This scene made everyone in the trial hall widen their eyes.
Is it arrogance or self-confidence that he faced the three shadows that could kill me without taking a step back?
"boom--"
The shadow on the left flew out and struck Han Muye with his sword.
This sword was lifted like a light weight, seemingly light and weak, but the void it caused shook, roared and exploded, clearly showing an explosion of power to the extreme.
At the same time, the phantom standing on the right also held out a long sword in his hand, with a flash of water.
In this water light, there is the coldness of ice soul.
A sword light was as heavy as a thousand swords, and a sword light was as cold as a bone. Two completely different forces pressed down instantly and headed towards Han Muye.
Scenes like this made many people clench their fists.
But there are also people whose eyes are full of fighting spirit.
These two completely different powers were both demonstrated by Han Muye in the previous training levels.
How strong is Han Muye who has complete control over these two powers!
"It's interesting. I wonder what means he will use to deal with the shadow that kills me." An old man with a white beard gently stroked his long beard and looked at the scene in the light curtain.
"If you use your true self to kill me, you still show more - fuck me!" Pulling off three long beards, the old man's eyes widened and he looked into the light curtain, Han Muye slowly stretched out his hand.
The second sword.
Hold the sword with both hands and strike from the left and right at the same time!