Sword cultivation represents the sharpness of the world.

Han Muye is the first person in the sword path of this realm, and what is wrapped in his body is the ultimate of sword cultivation in this realm.

A sword pierced through the 32-battle platform, and no puppet could block this sword.

After the Thirty-Second World War, Han Muye's sword turned from a horizontal slash to a light stroke.

The original hegemony was fleeting in an instant, soft as a willow, and as light as white flocculent.

But every puppet in front of him exploded before this fluttering sword.

"Lifting weights is light, although thousands of hands are in hand, but it is like a light cloud." Outside Shen Mu Yuan, a white-bearded old man who was also holding a sword turned his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

"Ten million? The weight of this sword, I don't know how many tens of thousands of tens of millions? The sword in his hand has become a part of his body, terrifying. "The person who spoke was a Dao Ancestor in the Heavenly Domain, and his combat power was strong.

With emotion on his face, he looked at Han Muye again, and there was more respect in his eyes.

In the world, everyone competes.

What can be respected by others is not only strength, but also character.

Han Muye's combat strength was strong, and when he was competing with Qi Yu just now, he took the initiative to avoid it, and it was not until Qi Yu withdrew that he really exerted his strength.

This shows its humility.

After that, fight again, shoot with all your might, and you can see the edge.

At this time, seeing that the sword in his hand was already so strong, and he had no arrogance and indifference when he got along with people before, it can be seen that Han Muye has a pure heart.

Only such a character can become the top existence in the world.

Ahead, Han Muye had already stepped on the 400th battle platform.

Many people turned their heads and looked at each other, and there was a strange emotion circulating in their eyes.

"Boom-"

Jia Wuyi on the battle platform smashed the puppet that pounced on him.

He had a look on his face, and when he glanced at Han Muye, who was catching up, he showed a little smile on his face.

When he stepped out again, there was a dark aura on his body.

This aura turned into a black dragon, causing the power around his body to churn.

"Peng—"

The puppet on the battle platform encountered this obscure dragon, and its body collapsed directly.

Jia Wu stepped forward, faster and faster, there was no need to stop on each battle platform, just rush through with a dragon with a black breath.

Originally, the gap between Han Muye's direct pursuit was widened in an instant.

But in the eyes of those powerful people outside Shen Mu Yuan, not only were they not shocked, but they were all full of joy.

This means that Endless Heavenly Venerable, a great power in the cultivation world who has been famous since ancient times, has begun to pay attention to it.

Endless Heavenly Venerable has felt the threat of Tianxuan Han Xiang!

In three hours, the Endless Heavenly Venerable stepped on one thousand two hundred and thirty battle platforms.

His speed was extremely fast, and even if the puppet in front of him was already extremely strong, and his gestures were powerful enough to destroy the stars, he still couldn't hold a single face in front of him.

It's just that when he turned around, he was slightly stunned.

At this time, Han Muye had unknowingly reached the 1,200th battle platform, and the gap between him and him was only 30 battle platforms!

Moreover, at this time, all the cultivators only had Han Muye in their eyes, and they were all staring at Han Muye in front of them.

The sword in Han Muye's hand is no longer a priority, nor is it a stab or a slash.

The sword light flickered, and with a flicker, he appeared behind the puppet, and the blade of the sword passed by him, killing the puppet with a sword piercing the air, and then flew down a battle platform.

"This, this is the Zhenzong swordsmanship of my Wuling Sword Sect, unloading the armor." A black-bearded old man in half-body armor, holding a large black sword in his hand, widened his eyes and muttered.

"This formula, it turns out, the essence of the original is here." The old man's eyes shone brightly, as if a door had been opened in front of him.

The surrounding cultivators all showed envy on their faces.

Of course, they looked at Han Muye with anticipation, hoping that the next sword, Han Muye showed his own mastery.

Starting from the eight hundred battle platforms, Han Muye's swordsmanship has changed.

Each of his swords used the tricks of the cultivators present, but in terms of techniques, there were either innovations, or digging deep into the essence, or changing and modifying.

These swordsmanship, in the hands of the sword cultivators outside Shen Mu Yuan, only survived less than a hundred battle platforms before they were defeated by the puppets.

But in the hands of Han Muye, after the eight hundred battle platforms, it will bloom brightly.

It's not that you can't do your own swordsmanship, it's that your own cultivation is not enough!

Han Muye's sword made many people feel warlike.

This kind of light in front of the realization is really no less than a baptism of the soul.

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't want to miss out on more opportunities, many people couldn't wait to go back into retreat and re-understand their own swordsmanship.

By the time of the 1,100 battle platforms, Han Muye brought even greater surprises to everyone.

Spells.

Han Muye swung out with a sword, and it was actually with the power of magic.

But he still used a sword.

The sword light turned into a green vine, wrapped around the puppet's feet, and then his figure disappeared from the battle platform.

The moment he left, the green vines covered the puppet's body, strangling it and shattering it.

"It's the Zhenzong Dao Sect of Guangling Dao Sect, and all things are born!" Someone outside Shen Muyuan exclaimed, and then turned his head and shouted: "Daoist Cao Yu, it is the living beings of your Guangling Dao Sect, so powerful!" ”

It's amazing, indeed.

The power of this green vine can directly strangle the puppet on the 1,100 battle platform.

This kind of combat power can already run rampant in the cultivation world.

Cao Yu, the sect leader of Guangling Dao Sect, who was wearing a cyan Taoist robe, a purple gold Dao crown, and his hands in his big sleeves, trembled on his shoulders and moved his sleeves lightly.

Although the expression on his face was clear, the halo in his eyes was extremely bright.

Many people looked at him with envy.

This cultivator, who was unexpectedly defeated in the enemy's seventy battle platform, turned out to be the inheritance behind it was so magnificent and powerful.

"All things are born, all things fall, all things are born and circulated, this is the way of nature, my Guangling Taoist sect's incomplete Taoism has made up for the ......" The whisper in Cao Yu's mouth is even more enviable.

What kind of chance is this for the completion of the incomplete Dao technique?

The sword in Han Muye's hand seemed to have turned into a staff that urged Dao Technique.

Each sword carries a variety of brilliant Dao techniques.

Or the green leaves are flying, but each piece hides a killing intention.

Or the torrent is rolling, mighty and endless, directly crushed.

Or the flames rushed into the sky, and the hovering fire dragon breathed, and even the battle platform collapsed.

……

The puppet seemed to be completely unable to adapt to the sword in Han Muye's hand, and every time it didn't have any power to fight back, it shattered with one blow.

The cultivators standing outside the Shenmu Abyss were all fascinated, but their eyes were full of anticipation.

They have never looked forward to the victory of one person as much as they do today.

It's not that I expect Han Muye to surpass Endless Heavenly Venerable.

They didn't care much about the confrontation between Han Muye and Endless Heavenly Venerable, what they hoped was that the Dao swordsmanship that Han Muye used on the next battle platform was not his own Zhenzong method.

On the 1,560th battle platform, Han Muye surpassed Jia Wu.

Jia Wu was blocked by a puppet, and his body paused for a while.

"Yuling Dao Sect's Ten Thousand Wild Goose Returns!" Outside the sinking wood abyss, someone shouted.

The cyan geese in front of Han Muye flew over, seemingly endlessly, directly wrapping the puppet, and then exploded with a roar, and he himself appeared on the next high platform.

The sword in his hand carried a cyan streamer, causing the aura to turn into a small cyan snake, biting the wrist of the puppet in front of him, and then pulling the puppet to crash into the battle platform and shatter.

"This is the variant of the previous living creatures!"

"No, it's a combination of all things and a thousand machines."

"Wrong, this is still the birth of all things, but the transformation of things."

Outside the Shen Mu Yuan, there was a debate.

Those few cultivators involved in the peerless sect were all excited to look at the light that had not yet dissipated.

This blow was completely beyond their comprehension.

But they knew that as long as they understood this blow, their own cultivation method would probably have to be taken to the next level.

No one cared that Han Muye at this time had surpassed the Endless Heavenly Venerable.

All they cared about was what peerless magic Han Muye had shown.

"This is the acting stage......

A white-bearded old man stroked his long beard lightly, with emotion on his face.

This is the stage!

On the stage, it is necessary to leave the means to make outsiders feel something.

What Han Muye showed today was completely like the ancient power of the Dharma, contributing to this cultivation world.

The reason why the cultivation world is prosperous is because there are countless powerful and powerful people who have left their inheritances and passed on their lifelong cultivation methods to more people.

The chaos outside the Shenmu Abyss slowly turned into silence.

Even if Han Muye practiced his own swordsmanship, no one made a sound, just watched quietly.

Such a chance, just look at it.

"Boom-"

A cyan giant wolf tore the puppet in front of it apart, and then its body turned into a cyan streamer.

Han Muye stood on the 2,000th battle platform, looking back at Jia Wu on the 1,800th battle platform, his face was pale.

He never saw anyone as an opponent.

On this stage, he didn't think about who could be his opponent.

Even if it's me, it's impossible.

For outsiders, the stage is the best place to dissect oneself.

But for Han Muye, the role of the acting platform is only to penetrate it and control him.

Ahead, invincible.

Invincible in the rear.

With a sword in your hand, you can move forward.

At the time of the 2,400 battle platform, Han Muye's body moved, stepped out of the Shenmu Abyss, landed on the meteorite, and sat cross-legged.

At this time, it was exactly the time when the first master who had been defeated from the stage before was defeated for one day.

At the moment when Han Muye stepped out of the battle platform, the Taoist who fell off the battle platform yesterday couldn't wait, stepped out one step, started from the battle platform that had fallen before, and challenged again.

Han Muye stepped out of the stage and gave up the first position.

But everyone doesn't care about that anymore.

Han Muye took the initiative to step out of the battle stage, which did not mean that he had no strength to fight again, but it was just the process of repairing his feelings.

Sure enough, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, exuded an aura of mystery, his eyes looked at the battle platform in front of him, and his eyes fell on those figures who were still struggling to fight.

Outside the Shen Mu Yuan, those cultivators who were standing on the meteorite couldn't wait to rush to the battle platform immediately and show their own methods to Han Muye.

It's a lot of fun.

No one would have thought that one day, they would yearn for their own mastery to be displayed in the hands of another person.

But others can just have a touch of bypass, that is, they can bring surprises.

This may be the gap between people......

When Han Muye withdrew from the battle platform, Huang Lao Liu stepped out and rushed onto the battle platform.

He was holding a long sword, and the demon dragon behind him was surging and roaring.

In the first hundred battle platforms, the time he spent was not much longer than Han Muye.

But the interesting thing is that when he was on more than 130 battle platforms, he was directly defeated.

The golem broke through his defenses with a single blow and slammed into his chest.

Huang Laoliu, who was knocked out of the stage, was not only not annoyed, but had a happy face.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't immediately rush back to the battle platform, he would have gone back.

His cultivation is strong, but his foundation is unstable.

His prestige and combat power are all earned by constant fighting.

The foundation of the practice is vain.

The challenge of the stage is clearly to give him the opportunity to discover his shortcomings.

Such an opportunity, in ancient times, was only available to those who received invitations.

Moreover, those people only have one chance, like now, they can always challenge.

That's the real chance!

The challenge on the stage continued, and Han Muye set foot again after a day of repair.

This time, the swordsmanship and Dao technique he used were completely different from before.

When Han Muye stepped onto the battle platform, one by one figures withdrew from the battle platform and landed on the meteorite outside the Shenmu Yuan.

Tomato is free to read

They gave up their challenge just to observe Han Muye's means.

Didn't disappoint them.

Many of the swordsmanship and Dao techniques in Han Muye's hands had their own shadows.

This made many people want to cheer loudly.

In the future, as long as Han Muye repairs, the strong people from all sides will step on the battlefield one after another and use their own means with all their might.

When Han Muye stepped on the stage again, almost everyone quit the stage and watched him perform alone.

Even Jia Wu, who has been rushing to the front, has also withdrawn from the battle platform several times, specifically observing Han Muye's tactics.

The most invisible thing in practice is time.

Ten years seem to pass in an instant.

At this time, almost everyone on the battle platform stepped behind a thousand seats.

The calmness of their aura and the supremacy of their means have increased by a hundred times and a thousand times compared to ten years ago.

Among them, the strongest ones have more than 3,500 battle platforms.

Moreover, at this time, the people who stepped on the three thousand battle platforms were not only the powerhouses of the Yuling Dao Sect Sword Pavilion and other powerful people ten years ago.

More than 100 strong people from all walks of life have already set foot on the 3,000 battle platform.

The position on the stage does not mean that the combat power must be strong, after all, it pays more attention to cultivation and understanding, and pays more attention to inheritance.

But this also means that these people's cultivation and inheritance have unlimited futures.

"Hum—"

A bell rang in the void.

Without exception, the cultivators on the battle platform all flew out.

I don't know which overhaul set up the formation of this bell, as long as Han Muye, who stepped out of the battle platform, returned to the battle platform, the bell would ring.

The bell rang, and there was only one person on the stage.

Han Muye.

Today, Han Muye stood at the end of the stage, his long sword flashing with a clear halo.

The end of the stage.

Endless Heavenly Venerable was blocked in more than 10,000 positions on the Dharma Stage, moving forward slowly, and every battle platform needed to fight hard.

But in the past ten years, Han Muye has still moved forward steadily, with at least more than 100 battle platforms every day.

To this day, it is not known how many stages he has set foot on.

It can be calculated, but what's the point?

Everyone only knows that today, Han Muye is already standing at the end of the stage.

As long as he passes through, he will have the qualification to ascend to immortals, and he will become the first person in this world to penetrate the Dharma stage since ancient times.

In Han Muye's hand, the long sword stabbed out.

Ahead, thirteen black puppets rushed up at the same time.

On the battle platform, the sword light was shining, like a scorching sun.

"Boom-"

The battle platform exploded, and Han Muye's figure flew upside down.

Han Muye was knocked out of the battlefield?

Wrong!

The idea was instantly dismissed.

Because in the next instant, all the battle platforms on Shen Mu Yuan disappeared, turning into a huge battle platform with a radius of millions of zhang like a heaven and earth of its own.

And on this battle platform, phantoms emerged one after another.

Han Muye.

Every phantom is Han Muye's own.

Each phantom was a photo of the swordsmanship and Taoism he had performed on the battle platform in front of him.

The last level of the stage is to defeat all the previous selves?

This, how is this possible?

Outside Shen Muyuan, there was a dull gaze, and it was Jia Wu who was standing in front of him, all slightly stunned.

Can those great powers of the ancient times really penetrate such a stage?

"Cangchang—"

The crisp sound of the sword roared loudly.

Behind Han Muye, a long sword flew out of the Wanhe sword box.

Then, behind him, a golden sword tower emerged.

When this sword tower appeared, outside the Shen Mu Yuan, there was a sound of inhalation.

Qi Yu Dao Ancestor, who was standing on the meteorite, trembled, and several Sword Pavilion overhauls behind him couldn't help but have red eyes.

The nine-story sword tower shines brightly.