Han Muye has always been full of curiosity about the three days in the Xianyuan world.

For the place that can be longed for by the great monks of Daozu, he has always wanted to explore the secrets.

This time, he finally got what he wanted.

The nine-story Sword Pavilion sees through time and space at a glance.

In the end, I didn't let myself down.

With a chuckle, he looked down at the sword in front of him.

At this time, this sword weapon had already flashed all over its body, and it was extremely clear.

Outsiders think that the kendo trial is to find a sword from the first layer of the sword pavilion, and then grow all the way to promote it to the strongest, so that it can be recognized by the sword owner and become the inheritor.

Actually, it's all wrong.

It's not the approval of the sword owner, it's the recognition of this sword pavilion, and the recognition of the sword here.

These sword weapons were indeed ordinary in the first layer, but in the second layer, after being infused with spirituality, they would fit with the Sword Pavilion Hidden Sword.

When you reach the third layer, the sword will turn into one hidden in the Sword Pavilion.

The Trialist needs to grind with this sword, and then help this sword establish its dominant position in the Sword Pavilion, so as to become the master of the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion, after the fall of its master, has long had its own consciousness, and these sword weapons are all vying to be the leader of the Sword Pavilion.

How could a sword pavilion with many magic weapons hidden alone wait for outsiders to become its master?

Wrong direction.

So for so many years, no one could be the master of this Sword Pavilion.

Because they all regard the people who travel with them as their opponents, and regard everything in the Sword Pavilion as a test for themselves, and it is for them to improve.

In fact, their real enemy was the sword weapon in the Sword Pavilion that already had its own ideas!

"Hum—"

The sword in his palm shook, as if it was about to fly away.

Han Muye chuckled, and the sword intent crashed into the sword body, making the sword weapon scream.

In just a moment, the sword body turned into a snow-white puppy again, and obediently roamed at Han Muye's feet.

Very well-behaved.

Han Muye stood up and looked ahead.

In the mountains and forests, there are many thatched huts and continuous towns.

The sword cultivators who landed on this layer had already been familiar with looking for the creatures here, and then talking to them and getting their approval.

As long as they are recognized by the creatures here, they will be able to pass this level smoothly and move on to the next level.

Han Muye walked quietly and heard a lot of strategies for surviving the trials of the Sword Pavilion.

As long as those creatures on this layer are recognized, the sword cultivator can enter the fourth layer of the Sword Pavilion with the sword weapon in his hand.

Entering the fourth layer is the beginning of mutual killing.

In the first three floors of the Sword Pavilion, there is basically no hands-on sword cultivation.

Walking around the thatched huts in the villages and towns, Han Muye saw many interesting things.

Some helped the white-haired old man find the 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.

The person who completes the task will have an aura intertwined with his body, and then his body will disappear in place.

At this time, there was a little white dog walking forward in front of Han Muye's feet, and it seemed that he was also completing the task.

Many people turned their heads to look at him, some with fear in their eyes, some with curiosity, and some with a smile on their faces.

As the little white dog was wandering around, Han Muye found that whether it was an old man in a thatched house in the mountains or a chicken or a duck, they were extremely afraid of the little white dog.

Only in the villages and towns, the first person who is not afraid of the little white dog is the butcher at the entrance of the town.

Then all the way forward, the chivalrous men in the town, the big men in the costumes of the officials, and the rich families, were not afraid of the little white dog, but looked at them with interest.

Han Muye didn't look for someone to talk to like others, but slowly searched in the town.

For seven days, he came into contact with almost all of them.

Wrong.

There was one more person with whom he had no contact.

The mayor of the town.

In the past seven days, most of the sword cultivators have already left the town.

And according to Han Muye's observation, if the task has not been completed in the full seven days, even if the trial fails, he will be kicked out of the Sword Pavilion.

Many sword cultivators who arrived at this level earlier than him would be kicked out of the Sword Pavilion in frustration when the task could not be completed.

On the eighth day of this level, the last hour of the seven-day period.

Han Muye stopped the mayor in a green robe and a gauze hat in the small official hall at the entrance of the town.

Seeing Han Muye, the mayor smiled lightly, and his eyes fell on the little white dog that was a little cowering at his feet.

"You're here to ask Mayor Ben for help?"

The mayor stretched out his hand and pointed to the official standing on the side, and said lightly: "You can find Zhang Cheng for anything." ”

The official named Zhang Cheng crossed his arms and glanced at Han Muye: "Say, if there is anything, I can give you an easy task to complete." ”

"So, you can help me go to the stockade and buy a pig."

It takes a lot of time to go back and forth from the town to the mountain forest village, and if the pig is bought, if Zhang Cheng can't be found, this task will not be completed.

At that time, an hour passed.

Zhang Cheng took out a money bag, and then looked at Han Muye: "You have to leave this little white dog behind." ”

Han Muye nodded, bent down to hold the little white dog with one hand, and took the money bag with the other.

Zhang Cheng, the official showed joy on his face and reached out to pick up the little white dog.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pushed, and the little white dog bumped into Zhang Cheng, making him take a step back, and his back hit the mayor.

Then, the little white dog turned into a long sword and stabbed through Zhang Cheng's chest, piercing him and the mayor behind him at the same time.

The sword light pierced, and the two of them gurgled a few times, and their bodies dissipated.

"Boom-"

The third layer of the entire Sword Pavilion shook, and endless thunder light descended.

All the villagers and living beings turned into sword light and slashed at Han Muye's head.

But before the sword light arrived, Han Muye was already covered by a spiritual light and rushed to the fourth layer.

Those sword lights were reluctant to give up, and chased after them.

Outside the Sword Pavilion, you can see the three layers of the Sword Pavilion vibrating, and countless spiritual lights and sword lights are intertwined, going straight to the fourth layer.

"The third layer has also awakened ......"

Beside Xu Chuanhe, a white-haired old man whispered.

Several other Liukui Pavilion Sword Dao Great Cultivators all had complicated expressions.

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion no longer needed the urging of the disciples outside to provide aura.

's own Sword Pavilion is really about to find its owner......

This kind of mood is difficult for outsiders to understand.

The Sword Pavilion has no owner, and the strength of the Liukui Pavilion declines, 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 valuable sword weapons in the Sword Pavilion.

Who doesn't feel distressed?

"I don't know who got the approval of the Sword Pavilion?" Someone whispered.

In fact, everyone knows that nine times out of ten those who can have this means are Han Muye.

Before the disciple came to tell him, he had already said that Han Muye was in the Sword Pavilion.

"Fortunately, Han Muye acted with a good conscience, and he was a real sword cultivator." Xu Chuanhe's eyes showed a little smile.

Whether it is the sword evaluation meeting or the confrontation with the Death Tower, what Han Muye does is a sword cultivator.

This made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The master of the Sword Pavilion is the master of the Liukui Pavilion, and no one wants to have an owner with a bad character on their heads.

"Boom-"

Han Muye had just entered the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion when a sword light slashed towards him.

Zhu ignores!

The powerhouse of the Qiyao Sword Sect, who is now in the Qiyao Pavilion, ignores it.

The sword light was magnificent, sealing all of Han Muye's retreats.

This sword, attracting thousands of spiritual lights around it, screamed and pierced, as if it was about to crush the space.

The sudden sword seemed to scare Han Muye, and he paused in mid-air without the slightest response.

"That's, Han Muye!" Someone whispered in the distance.

"This sword, at least out of the body triple combat power, can't be stopped!" Jian Xiu, who originally had the heart to rescue, paused, and his eyes revealed fear.

There is a Dao domain power suppression in the Sword Pavilion, which is different from the outside.

It is the Great Cultivator of the Heavenly Realm, and the power of a sword is also compressed to the extreme.

At this time, Zhu ignored a sword, so that the sword cultivators who were watching around had no idea of making a move.

"This guy can't really be unstoppable, right?" On the mountains in the distance, Bai Zeyu frowned.

"Hehe, if it's really dead, it means that the ancestor also has a time to look away." He laughed and turned his head to look into the distance.

Over there, Shui Yue'er of the Water Spirit Palace pierced a sword cultivator's body with a sword.

The qi, blood, and aura on this sword cultivator's body, as well as the sword intent that he had cultivated all his life, turned into a streamer and was absorbed by the sword in Shui Yue'er's hand.

Nourish your sword with all the power of a cultivator!

The fourth floor turned out to be the real killing place.

Shui Yue'er raised her head and looked at Bai Zeyu, her eyes were full of coldness.

Her sword light flashed, and she rushed over with another sword cultivation figure.

"In the end, it is from the Spirit Armor Demon Clan, the ancestor said, the blood of these Spirit Armor Demon Clans is cold, I felt it last time I tasted it......" Bai Zeyu's face was solemn, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Han Muye.

At this time, the sword light that Zhu ignored had already arrived in front of Han Muye, and Han Muye did not move at all.

"Boom-"

In the void behind Han Muye, endless streamers collided out.

This is the entire third layer of sword weapons rushing into the fourth layer!

Han Muye's back flashed and disappeared in place.

The sword light that Zhu ignored bore the brunt and was directly shattered.

Before he could react, a torrent of sword light engulfed him.

"Hum—"

Countless long swords turned into long dragons and chased after Han Muye.

As for the engulfed Zhu Ignorance, it was as if he had never come.

A Heavenly Realm Out-of-Body Great Cultivator just fell on the fourth layer so quietly!

That's killing!

Han Muye let out a long laugh and flew away.

The direction in which he flew was the mountains in the distance.

Behind him, the sword light Jackie Chan chased after him.

Bai Zeyu, who was standing on the top of the mountain, originally had a smile on his face, but in the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

The direction in which Han Muye flew away was clearly towards himself!

"Brother Bai, help!" Han Muye shouted.

!

Bai Zeyu turned around and ran.

Is this something you can mix in?

Seeing him escape, Han Muye laughed, led the sword light dragon in the direction of the dragon, and headed towards Shui Yue'er.

Originally, Shui Yue'er, who defeated the sword cultivator in front of her with one sword, and could kill with one more sword, also changed her complexion, and finally chose to fly away.

Fled.

At this moment, the entire fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion was in chaos.

Han Muye led the sword light dragon to rage, and no one dared to stop.

He was in the middle, and in front of him were thousands of sword cultivators running away.

This was originally the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion that was supposed to fight each other, but it became a fourth floor that fled for its life.

"Fellow Daoists, we should work together to overcome the difficulties!" Han Muye shouted.

Then, the sword cultivator in front ran one point faster.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this sword light is a great opportunity, if we can break up the sword light dragon, we can become the master of the Sword Pavilion." Han Muye shouted again.

Whoever goes to step on a horse, whoever believes this is a fool.

The sword in front of him ran faster.

Han Muye had a smile on his face, and he chased after these sword cultivators in the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The sword light behind also does not give up, like a torrent tumbling.

One day.

Three days.

Ten days.

More and more sword cultivation was poor, the aura was exhausted, and the long sword in his hand was thrown away, and his body turned into nothingness, and he was kicked out by the Sword Pavilion.

The long sword flew into the sword light dragon, and then made the sword light dragon stronger.

Ahead, there were originally tens of thousands of cultivators, but now there are less than 10,000.

Bai Zeyu and Shui Yue'er ran side by side, both of them with solemn faces.

"Grandma's, I knew that I would directly cut a few sword cultivators, and sucked in enough qi, blood, and spiritual energy, how good it would be to leave this layer." Bai Zeyu scolded in a low voice.

Shui Yue'er beside him didn't speak, her eyes flashed, and she had the same meaning.

Who knew that this guy Han Muye would set off such a big battle in this fourth layer?

No one dares to stop now, and whoever stops will be swallowed by the torrent of sword light.

And in this situation, whoever dares to turn around and kill people will have to deal with the hateful blow of tens of thousands of sword cultivators.

No one can stop it.

"Otherwise, let's turn around and kill this Han Muye, right?"

Someone spoke up.

Then, everyone spoke as fools, and did not pay attention.

Who knows if killing Han Muye will be able to lure this sword light away?

Could it be that Han Muye is dead, and the sword light will not chase him?

Who stopped to be the one who made the shot?

Anyway, as long as you're not the slowest runner, you won't be overtaken.

"Boom-"

Twentieth day.

At this time, on the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion, there were only three thousand sword cultivators.

The torrent of sword light behind Han Muye was already so powerful that it turned into a dragon shadow and roared in a low voice.

The power of this sword light dragon has reached the point where people dare not look at it directly.

Bai Zeyu regretted it a little, he knew how good it would be to shoot directly when Han Muye rushed to the fourth layer?

"Otherwise, you can kill me." With a slight gasp, Bai Zeyu turned his head to look at Shui Yue'er.

"I want to know if your blood can be hot."

Shui Yue'er trembled, and there was a hint of complexity in her eyes.

She suddenly froze, flew back, and rushed towards Han Muye behind her.

The young palace master of the Water Spirit Palace has made a move!

Many people continued to run, and many people stopped.

If Shui Yue'er can't succeed, this trial will definitely fail.

"!" 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.

On the two swords, there was also water vapor, and the sword light of the two swords was pulled, entangled, turned into a dragon, and collided towards Han Muye.

Behind Han Muye, the sword light dragon roared.

There is a dragon blocking the way in front, and a sword and photochemical dragon devouring it in the back.

At this moment, Han Muye seemed to be away from the Jedi.

"You can abandon your 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?

Gave up the trial?

Isn't this guy a sword cultivator, how can he really abandon the sword?

Han Muye abandoned his sword and left, so wouldn't he have to hit his head on that sword light dragon, and there would be nothing left?

Did you think something wrong?

Wrong!

Right in front of Bai Zeyu, the long sword put down in Han Muye's hand turned into a golden lion, and then was wrapped by the long dragon behind him.

The sword light roared, and the spiritual light exploded.

When all the light and shadow dissipated, there was no longer Han Muye in front of him.

This guy, devoured by the sword light?

"He, he has already been recognized by the sword light......" Shui Yue'er had a complicated expression on her face and whispered in her mouth.

It has been recognized by the sword light early!

Bai Zeyu gritted his teeth and nodded.

Everyone thought that the sword light dragon was here to hunt down Han Muye.

After all, the scene that devoured Zhu ignored before was in front of him.

But everyone was deceived by Han Muye.

This sword light is clearly chasing Han Muye, and he wants to recognize him as the master!

Now, the sword light fused with his sword weapon, leading him to the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion.

"Are you 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 slashed at Bai Zeyu's arm, and blood splattered, staining her clothes and cheeks.

"Sure enough, it's hot ......"

The words fell, and she directly let go of the sword in her hand.

Then, the figure dissolves into nothingness.

Exited.

Bai Zeyu's face froze, he was silent for a moment, and he also let go of the sword in his hand.

On the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion, most of the sword cultivators chose to leave.

Seeing the scene of Han Muye leading the sword light dragon, and seeing him and the sword light dragon, who still has the courage to challenge?

At this time, Han Muye was standing in a void space, and in front of him stood a sword cultivator wearing a green robe.

Left Tianya.

The powerhouse of the Seven Yao Pavilion, the great monk out of the body.

"I've been waiting for you here for three months." Zuo Tianya looked at Han Muye.

"The fifth-level trial of the Sword Pavilion needs to wait for the person you want to fight the most."

"You didn't disappoint me and made it this far."

Zuo Tianya's expression remained unchanged, and his hand was lightly resting on the hilt of the sword.

"Let me kill you and get everything from you, I can't say it, I also have the opportunity 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, it is fast.

It was so fast that Han Muye had no way to deal with it, so he could only hold his sword to block it.

But a sword of Heavenly Realm out-of-body overhaul, a half-step Heavenly Realm sword cultivator, how to block it?

Zuo Tianya sneered on his face.

He was waiting here to use the rules of the kendo trial to kill Han Muye.

Now, it's finally here.

Looking at the sword light that fell on his chest, Han Muye's expression did not change in the slightest.

He raised his hand, and the sword in his hand was raised.

When his sword appeared, Zuo Tianya's complexion changed.

What a sword!

The sword light converged, but the sword intent in it was surging like a sea.

The general momentum carried by the sword weapon directly solidified the void.

"You, your sword—"

They are all sword weapons obtained from trials, how can Han Muye's sword be so strong?

Zuo Tianya can't imagine.

The sword weapon in his own hand is just a medium-grade spiritual weapon, how can the other party's is already spiritually powerful to the extreme, and it is clearly a magic weapon!

"That's the rule......" Han Muye whispered softly.

Rules.

The rules of the Sword Pavilion.

Zuo Tianya used the rules to wait for himself, himself, why didn't he use the rules here?

Outside, facing a great sword cultivator like Zuo Tianya, Han Muye would definitely not be able to deal with it unless he attracted the power of his own Divine Soul Sword and Divine Beast.

But on the fifth floor of the Sword Pavilion, he only needed to let the sword in his hand exert all his strength.

Because, after absorbing all the sword light in the sword weapon in his hand, the strength of it has surpassed the magic weapon.

This is a spiritual treasure that has surpassed the existence of a magic weapon!

This was the first time Han Muye had mastered a spiritual treasure.

"Boom-"

The sword light smashed Zuo Tianya on the opposite side, then reversed, gathered all the power of Zuo Tianya, wrapped Han Muye's body, and disappeared in place.

When the picture in front of Han Muye flowed, precipitated, and turned into solidification, he felt that he was in a quaint attic, and sunlight was shining in from the window.

In front, on a small table is a chessboard, and two people in green robes sit opposite each other, each holding a chess piece in their hands.

"Sure enough, it's you."

Han Muye nodded, shook his head again, and said softly: "I thought of it, but I didn't expect it. ”