100 steps, 100 battle platforms.

The sword light in Han Muye's hand was extremely sharp.

All the puppets in front of him couldn't stop him in the slightest.

By the time he reached the hundred battle platforms, he was already one of the top ten powerhouses who rushed here.

"Sure enough, Tianxuan Han Xiang is really the ninth master in the world."

On the meteorite, a Taoist wearing a green robe and a green-skinned gourd hanging from his waist looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

"I'm afraid it's not just the ninth in the world, Han Xiang is within ten breaths, and he has surpassed a hundred battle platforms." Someone's eyes shone brightly, and he whispered.

Except for the Endless Heavenly Venerable, who is not getting more and more difficult on the battle platform?

Han Muye's speed on the hundredth battle platform was too fast.

"The other powerhouses are all puppets on the battle platform, otherwise, it shouldn't be slow." On the other side, a Dao Sect powerhouse from the Heavenly Realm spoke up.

He looked at the Daoist who had passed through the more than one hundred and thirty battle platforms, and his face showed a hint of complexity.

Several other Heavenly Venerable powerhouses had already reached the back of one hundred and fifty battle platforms.

I don't know how long it will take for Han Muye to catch up with this one.

"After a hundred battle platforms, the puppet tactics are different, and they will learn from the interlopers—" The old man paused.

How can Han Muye's means of passing through a hundred battle platforms be used for reference?

Everyone looked at Han Muye and watched him step out.

"Boom-"

A long sword appeared directly above Han Muye's head.

The puppet on the one hundred and first battle platform has not yet completely conjured up, and has already stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is exactly the same as the sword light that Han Muye shot before!

This kind of swordsmanship is mysterious!

With such a sword, how did Han Muye deal with it himself?

Whether it was a powerhouse from the Heavenly Domain or a master from other realms, they all stared at Han Muye.

"Thorn-"

When Han Muye landed on the battle platform, a sword had already stabbed out in advance.

This sword is faster and more dangerous than the puppet's sword.

The blade passes directly under the puppet's armpit, piercing the puppet's torso.

"Peng—"

The puppet's body exploded, turning into clouds and dissipating.

As long as it's faster, it's going to be stronger.

It's as simple as that.

"Han Xiang's sword was kept too much before." A Taoist with a long sword in his hand and a pale face spoke in a low voice.

He clenched the hilt of his sword in his hand, and his eyes shone with a glittering light.

"Thorn-"

He drew his sword and stabbed it out.

"No, this sword is too slow, Han Xiang just took out the sword, not from this ......angle."

His eyes were fixed on Han Muye, who had already stepped on the one hundred and second battle platform.

Han Muye stepped on the battle platform, the sword in his hand was exactly the same as the previous sword, and the sword light flashed and stabbed straight out.

"That's it, that's it, that's it......"

The sword cultivator clenched the sword in his hand, the sword intent on his body was condensed, his eyes were staring, and a sword stabbed out.

"Boom-"

On the battle platform, the puppet in front of Han Muye shattered, and before the long sword in the puppet's hand stabbed Han Muye's body, it was pierced through the body by Han Muye's sword.

"Thorn-"

The sword cultivator outside the battle platform stabbed out, and in front of him, a sword light pierced through, bringing out a bright and dark sword mark.

Everyone on the meteorite turned around and looked at the sword cultivator who was holding a long sword and had a smile on his face.

"I see, I see!"

Jian Xiu smiled and put away his sword, slowly closing his eyes, and the sword intent on his body became more and more intense.

Is this an insight?

Many people showed envy on their faces.

The masters of defeat who came here are the strongest people in this world.

Their cultivation and swordsmanship have long been at the pinnacle of what they can pursue and their heavenly powers, and it will be difficult for them to go further, and what they need is chance.

It's still that kind of great chance.

Today, this master of the sword path cultivation saint realm, when he was observing Han Muye's sword, he was inspired, and then he had a feeling, who wouldn't want such an opportunity?

Unconsciously, many people set their eyes on Han Muye, hoping that the next person to get the opportunity to understand is himself.

Not to mention, if you really look at it again, many people have also discovered the difference between Han Muye and other interlopers.

Han Muye has passed three levels in a row and crossed three battle platforms, and he is still a sword.

On each battle platform, the speed of sword release is one point faster.

Each sword is struck before the puppet's sword is about to stab itself.

Although it is dangerous, this kind of control is really breathtaking.

The difference is tens of thousands of miles.

"Boom-"

An old man in a blue and gray Taoist robe was intertwined with Taoism.

On the meteorite, those who watched all turned their heads.

The old man's eyes, which were already somewhat cloudy, were already bright at this time.

"The old man has been in the realm of saints for 3,800 years since he stepped into cultivation, and now it has been more than 139,000 years."

A great power that has stepped into the realm of saints for 100,000 years.

Such a strong man does not know how many hole cards there are in his hand.

"Since becoming a saint and taking charge of the sect, the cultivation has been slow to enter the realm, and it is difficult to show it for ten thousand years." The Taoist looked at Han Muye in front of him and stepped on another battle platform, and a sword stabbed out again, and his eyes burst with light.

"I thought that all saint realms were like this, but it turned out that I was wrong."

Watching Han Muye's sword pierce through the puppet, watching the puppet's sword stop half an inch in front of Han Muye, the Taoist smiled lightly, and the Dao intent on his body flowed, turning into a battle intent.

There is no mistake

"Tianxuan Han Xiang is the ninth in the world, and he actually killed himself when he made a move."

"Living towards death, this is practice!"

Born to die!

On the battle platform, Han Muye did not have a sword to leave a way for himself to retreat.

Hearing the words of the Taoist, everyone stared at Han Muye, recalling that he had stepped on the battle platform and had been on the battlefield until here, and every sword was fast and accurate, not leaving the slightest retreat for himself or the puppet.

If this sword puppet is not broken, he himself will inevitably be injured by the opponent's sword.

If the long sword is really in his body, his life is worry-free, and Han Muye will also be knocked out of the battlefield.

With his status, if he was knocked out of the arena so easily, his prestige would be damaged, which would be comparable to a great disaster.

The most prudent means should be to cross the battlefield with completely crushing combat power.

But Han Muye clearly chose the most adventurous and unsolvable path.

This is to put oneself to death.

Rise from the ashes.

Therefore, at this time, everyone looked at Han Muye again, and it was already different.

It's still a sword, but this sword has vigorous vitality.

This sword has a sharp edge and sharpness that people can't look at directly!

This sword, which never turns back, is the persistence of the sword!

"It's terrible to be an enemy of such a sword cultivator......

Someone whispered.

These words made the people around them nod slightly.

This kind of enemy who does not leave a way out for himself, once he fights each other, it is life and death.

For the powerful and powerful people who have come here, they have long been accustomed to being on top and have long been accustomed to controlling the life and death of others.

Now it's really hard to adapt to letting them fight to the death like others like this.

Han Muye is already the top of the world, the prime minister of Tianxuan, why is he still so cruel to himself?

"Tianxuan Guoxiang, he carries more than I imagined." Someone's eyes twinkled.

If you are not driven to a corner, who wants to fight so hard?

"Boom-"

Ahead, Han Muye stabbed out with a sword and shattered a puppet again.

His figure flickered, and he had surpassed the one hundred and forty battle platforms, surpassing the one in front of him.

From stepping on the battle platform to the moment when there were only six powerful and powerful people left in front of him, Han Muye spent no more than a cup of tea time.

If you don't fight, now that you're on the battlefield, let's go all out.

Half an hour later, Han Muye surpassed Yuzhen Tianzun.

Become the fourth-ranked being.

An hour later, Han Muye surpassed the Yuzhi Tianzun in front, and only Jia Wu, who had already reached the five hundred battle platform, and Qi Yu Daozu who was in the three hundred and twenty-first battle platform, were left in front of him.

Han Muye's position is on the two hundred and ninety-three battle platforms.

At this time, Qi Yu Daozu held a long sword with blue light flashing, and every time the sword light flickered, it brought out a gray-black spatial rift.

The sword in the puppet hand in front of him also carried the power of shattering the void, and every time it hit him, its body shook slightly.

After ten swords, the puppet's body was stunned and collapsed directly.

Standing on his sword, Qi Yu looked back behind him.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Just after dozens of battle platforms, the sword in Han Muye's hand was extremely fast, and a sword stabbed out, piercing the puppet's body before the puppet also handed out a sword.

Same as before.

Half an hour ago, Qi Yu had already turned around and watched Han Muye draw his sword.

Fast, ruthless.

This sword is still the fierceness of this sword cultivation to the extreme.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yu stepped out and appeared on the next battle platform.

"Hum—"

Behind him, a puppet sword in his hand suddenly appeared with the power of concussion.

Qi Yu turned around, and the long sword was lightly raised.

"When—"

The two swords struck each other, and his figure took a slight step back, and the puppet flew down five zhang away, and then tapped his toes and drew his sword again.

The sword light shone brightly, fast, and Qi Yu flew with a sword again.

With three swords in a row, Qi Yu was suppressed and could only defend.

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, behind him, an eight-story sword tower appeared.

"Qi Yu Daozu has summoned the Sword Tower!"

"It's really moving!"

"The first person in kendo, he is also in a hurry."

Those cultivators who had already retreated stood on the meteorite, and they all looked up at Qi Yu who was shining in the Sword Pavilion behind them.

Han Muye's speed was too fast, and his swordsmanship was too superb, which already threatened Qi Yu's position.

The first in the cultivation world, how long can Qi Yu keep it?

"Boom-"

The long sword in the Sword Pavilion came out like a torrent, shattering the puppet.

Qi Yu stepped out of the battle platform without hesitation and appeared in the next one, the sword pavilion behind him floated, and the sword light did not converge, directly smashing the puppet that had just appeared.

The twelve battle platforms passed through until the three hundred and thirty-fifth battle platforms, and when Qi Yu stepped on them, there was no puppet figure.

"Thorn-"

A sword appeared in front of Qi Yu.

The power of space!

This puppet actually controlled the power of space that only the strong of Tianzun had the opportunity to grasp.

Obviously, the Dharma Arena had already judged Qi Yu Dao Ancestor to be a Heavenly Venerable power.

"When—"

The sword in Qi Yu's hand blocked the sword light, and then the sword tower sword behind him turned into a dragon, and one reversed, shattering the puppet.

The Sword Pavilion appeared, Qi Yu was invincible, and when he reached the three hundred and sixty battle platforms, he was blocked by the puppet that was extremely fast and attracted the sword light dragon to whirl.

This battle took nearly half an hour before the puppet was slashed by a sword.

When Qi Yu, who was slightly gasping, raised his head, he was shocked.

I don't know when, Han Muye and him were only separated by the number of three battle platforms.

Han Muye has also reached the three hundred and fifty-six battle platforms.

Although the direction of travel was different, far away, and the formation was still isolated, Han Muye, who stabbed out with a sword in his hand, still seemed to sense Qi Yu Daozu's gaze.

The sword light paused slightly, and then slowly withdrew, Han Muye nodded towards Qi Yu, and his figure dispersed.

The next battle platform.

"Thorn-"

Han Muye drew his sword and swept away, and the puppet that had just appeared directly slashed into two pieces with one sword!

He stepped out and was already on the next platform, his sword sweeping from his left side.

"Boom!"

Golem smash.

With one more step, the sword swept from the right, severing the sword in the puppet's hand that was blocking the sword, and then slashing its body to pieces.

Three hundred and sixty battle platforms!

Han Muye stepped on the 360th battle platform, and was on the same 360th battle platform as Qi Yu!

The two look at each other, separated by countless spaces, but have extraordinary significance.

This is the face of two of the world's top kendo overhauls.

This means that both kendo powerhouses have the opportunity to compete for the first place in kendo and have the strength to sweep the world.

For Han Muye, surpassing Qi Yu, his ranking would be considered the second in the world, second only to the Endless Heavenly Venerable, and his sword path was directly recognized as the first in the world.

"When—"

Han Muye didn't draw his sword, but just raised his hand to block the sword slashed by the puppet in front of him.

This is the first time since he stepped onto the battlefield that he has not taken the initiative to use his sword.

"When—"

The puppet's stabbing sword was also blocked.

"When—"

Cut again, but it was still blocked.

Han Muye stood in place, the sword in his hand to protect his body, and he stood still.

"When—"

"When—"

……

Endless sword groans rang out.

In everyone's eyes, Han Muye's sword in his hand was swayed at will, three feet in front of him, and it became a forbidden area.

"It is rumored that in ancient times, the great sword cultivator was known as invincible within three feet." A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe stared at the three-foot blue light in front of Han Muye and muttered.

"This is within three feet, and I am invincible." A young man with sword light intertwined behind him revealed the sword intent and exhaled in a low voice.

Qi Yu Daozu stared at the sword light in front of Han Muye, and the sword pavilion behind him shook.

He turned, stepped out, and entered the next battle platform.

"Thorn-"

The moment he turned around, Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, shattering the puppet that had cut off the sword light.

When his figure disappeared on the battle platform, the sword light that the puppet slashed had not yet dissipated, bringing out a bright light on the battle platform.

"Boom-"

Qi Yu Daozu shattered another puppet, and when he turned his head to look, Han Muye was still shining with sword light in front of him, blocking the three-foot space.

When he turned around, the puppet in front of Han Muye shattered.

After ten battle platforms, Qi Yu Daozu sighed softly, and after smashing the puppet in front of him with a sword, he did not move forward, but sat cross-legged like many cultivators.

At this moment, the cultivators who were watching outside Shen Muyuan had complicated faces.

Elder Taishang of the Sword Pavilion, Qi Yu Dao Ancestor, the first person in the way of the sword, gave up the confrontation with Han Muye and gave up the position of the first in the way of the sword.

This is the final choice of the old powerhouse, and it also represents the latecomer who is determined to forge ahead, Tianxuan Han Xiang, who has become the first kendo in this world!

"Thorn-"

The long sword slashed the puppet, Han Muye slowly turned around and bowed to Qi Yu Daozu.

Then, he stepped out in one step, the sword intent and battle intent on his body were intertwined, and the sword of the primordial god that rushed into the sky caused the void to vibrate, stepping on the battle platform, and a sword even smashed the protective formation of the battle platform.

Han Muye looked up to the sky and roared, the sword in his hand bloomed with extremely brilliant streamers, leading his body across the battle platforms.

Brawl!

At this time, there was only one person in front of Han Muye.

Endless Heavenly Venerable.

After getting the first place in the way of the sword, Han Muye chose to compete head-on with the Endless Heavenly Venerable, who was the first in this world!

At this moment, whether it was the cultivators on the meteorite outside the Shenmu Abyss, or those powerhouses who were still on the battle platform, they all raised their heads and looked at Han Muye, who was running rampant with a sword in front of them.

Today, we may be witnessing a battle for the strongest in the cultivation world!