The Red Flame Mangniu feeds on flames, and its own blood is full of the power of flames.

This is a monster that lives in a different world, and its hybrid power can turn into pillars of fire and melt its enemies into ashes.

Every Red Flame Reckless Ox has the power of the Terrain Realm, and the strength of each other is even more terrifying.

At this time, there were at least thirty herds of mangox rushing towards Han Muye.

The flames that gathered together had turned into a pillar of light.

But this pillar of light was as dim as a firefly compared to Han Muye's sword light!

A sword is in the air, and the sword light is like a river wind, rippling forward.

The flames on each bull's body were engulfed in the light of the long sword and turned into a sparkling light in the waves.

The pillar of flame light shattered!

"Listen to the river breeze!" Behind Han Muye, a trial disciple holding a long sword widened his eyes, and the sword in his hand trembled.

"This sword, this sword, I can't ...... it"

He had also cultivated this swordsmanship, and compared to the swordsmanship that Han Muye had used, the difference in strength was thousands of miles.

"What a trick." In the big city hundreds of millions of miles away from Yunlu City, in front of the disciples of the Xuanling Sword Sect gathered in the Trial Hall, the gray-haired old man chuckled and spoke.

On his side, the eyes of the young sword cultivator in his thirties were full of essence: "Being able to break the pillar of fire with clear waves, this sword path cultivation is deep and unfathomable." ”

It is said that it is unpredictable, and there are clearly layers of war intent emerging in him.

"What's the matter, Zhu Yong, you, the elite of the Sword Sect's Heaven Surveying Palace, will also be interested in a trial disciple?" Beside the young man, a strong man with a height of nine feet smiled slowly and spoke loudly.

The gray-haired old man smiled, but did not speak.

The young man named Zhu Yong didn't turn his head, just looked at the pillar of fire that exploded in the light curtain, and the sword light of the water waves that had already submerged those reckless cows.

"I only need elites in the Heaven Survey Palace."

"Aren't you the same in the Battle Heaven Temple?"

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 Battle Heaven Hall depends on whether he can step through the hundred floors." ”

"Momentary speed doesn't matter."

Survey Heaven Palace, Battle Heaven Palace.

These two turned out to be the strongest two people in the Xuanling Sword Sect.

Those Sword Sect disciples in the back, as well as other disciples waiting for the trial, all showed envy on their faces.

Being valued by the powerhouses of the two halls of Heaven Survey and Battle Heaven at the same time, that trial disciple was really extraordinary.

Of course, judging from his sword cultivation at the second level, he also has such qualifications.

Outsiders don't know, but those Sword Sect disciples who have entered the Land of Trials know that the Land of Trials has suppressed cultivation.

Only if the kendo cultivation is high, can he perform exceptionally in the land of trials.

A very famous rumor in the Sword Sect said that a Dao Sect master hid his identity and went to the place of the Sword Sect's trial, but he didn't even enter the outer gate.

Because his swordsmanship is sparse, he has no cultivation, but he can't show it in the land of trials.

The Land of Trials is for true kendo practitioners.

"Boom-"

On the second floor of the Land of Trials, the water light in the space in front of Han Muye exploded, and the flames like sparkling light were also extinguished.

A dying Red Flame Bull fell to the ground.

On the jade in Han Muye's hand, golden light flashed.

The second level of trial, passed.

"A quarter of an hour." Holding the jade, Han Muye spoke lightly.

The dozens of sword cultivators who followed him had already rushed out.

Han Muye watched them hunt and kill the badly injured Chiyan Mangniu, and there was a glimmer of sparkle in his eyes.

This Red Flame Reckless Ox didn't know where to find it, and the flames on his body actually made the Nirvana Bead he received a little inductive.

He absorbed a wisp of flame and poured into the Nirvana Bead, and the Nirvana Bead was unceremoniously devoured.

It's a pity that the flame power of this reckless bull is still weak, even if it kills 10,000 heads, it is just a drop in the bucket for Nirvana Zhu.

Han Muye was also not interested in killing cattle on this second floor.

The Nirvana Bead is just an ordinary treasure for him, if there is a chance to make it Nirvana, it is better to stimulate the bloodline of the Divine Bird Phoenix, and if he can't Nirvana, it will have no effect on him.

"The second layer is over." In the Yunlu City Trial Hall, Zhao Xu clasped his hands and roared.

In the light curtain in front of him, the figures of Han Muye and the trial disciples behind him were wrapped in golden light and disappeared in place.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they had already completed the trial task of this level.

Third floor.

Surrounded by green light, a mountain forest.

The eyes are full of large trees dozens of feet high, and the canopy is like a canopy.

Han Muye and a group of trial disciples landed in the mountains and forests, and the golden light on their bodies dissipated, which immediately attracted the attack of the black giant bird perched on the canopy.

It is three feet long, with its wings spread out nearly a foot long, and its whole body is black, and its feathers are like arrows and are blue and gray.

The long beak is the color of gold and iron, and it is two feet long.

The tip of the pale yellow claws had sharp claws that were five inches long.

"Gah-"

A piercing hiss sounded as they came, and all the trial disciples who had followed Han Muye trembled.

This cry actually contains a divine soul attack!

Han Muye raised his head, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the sword light was extremely fast, just a flicker, and it had already cut the black giant bird in two.

A puff of blood red sparkled.

Qi and blood were instantly diffused.

"Be careful!" Several trial disciples shouted.

"This is the Iron Thorn Bird, the most grudgeful, the blood to attract companions, is not to die!" A trial disciple looked at the churning canopy of the trees not far away, and said in a deep voice, "Senior Brother Han, you go first." ”

Go first.

Three or two of these iron thorn birds dared to deal with it.

But if this bird came in a flock, no one dared to face it.

"Hey, this son is really a bit arrogant, this iron thorn bird flies fast, although its combat power is only in the realm, it is extremely difficult to deal with in the realm."

In the trial hall of a city, an old man in a white robe shook his head with some regret when he saw the situation in the third layer of the trial ground through the suspended eyes above Han Muye's head.

At this time, the eyes on the top of Han Muye's head had already suspended to thirteen.

"Let's go?" Han Muye stood up with his sword and stepped out.

"I'm afraid this thorny bird won't come!"

With a low sip in his mouth, Han Muye followed the sword and stepped on the dense canopy, and his speed was a few points faster than that of the Iron Thorn Bird.

This third layer of space was obviously suppressing the power of flying away, but Han Muye flew between the canopies, like a light cloud.

"This is the power of the sword path turned into the power of the body." In a cyan hall, a Daoist with a cyan long sword on his back looked at Han Muye's feet, his eyes were bright.

"It's the floating cloud sword intent, the body is like a light cloud, and the sword enters the nine heavens." A young man behind the Taoist said softly: "This sword intent is so proficient, come to my Tianyun Palace, I'm afraid it can rank in the top ten among the disciples." ”

The Taoist in front of him did not speak.

Han Muye was already staring at so many eyes above his head, how could they grab it from the Tianyun Palace?

"Thorn-"

Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, rushed into the canopy, and when he flew out, he had already killed three giant birds.

The giant bird's body fell, Han Muye's body flashed, and the sword was as light as a floating cloud, and the person walked between the canopies, and shouted in a low voice: "Give you a quarter of an hour." ”

A quarter of an hour!

Or a quarter of an hour!

The people below looked up, and although the injuries on the fallen ironthorn bird were serious, they were not killed!

"Senior Brother Han......" A trial disciple's face flashed with excitement, and he said in a low voice: "It's us who dragged Senior Brother Han down." ”

Everyone else nodded.

"Don't live up to Senior Brother Han's kindness, he has already triggered the siege of the Iron Thorn Bird."

A trial disciple snorted, the sword in his hand unsheathed, and with a single sword, he slashed a fallen giant bird into two pieces.

In the sky, there were already black giant birds around Han Muye.

In the distance, a flock of giant birds that resembled a thick black cloud rushed towards them.

The power of qi and blood condensed together turned into a thousand-foot giant bird, spread its wings, and slapped it fiercely towards this side.

This blow can directly smash the mountains and forests within a radius of ten miles and turn them into powder!

At this moment, behind those eyes on Han Muye's head, everyone was staring at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Since Han Muye dared to face the ironthorn bird flock alone, he was naturally sure to pass this hurdle.

It's just how to deal with it, whether it is beautiful or barely passing, the difference is big.

"At the beginning, what I encountered in this third layer was not an ironthorn, but a much weaker songbird, and it took me thirteen days to complete the task." In the Yunlu City Trial Hall, Hu Jie shook his head and spoke softly.

The other Sword Sect disciples all looked like they were concerned.

From the third layer onwards, the difficulty of the trial has increased more than tenfold.

Many of those disciples who were waiting for the trial turned pale.

They had already seen the strength and speed of the ironthorns, and they still attacked in groups.

For an immortal cultivator who had been suppressed by the power of flying away, it was too difficult to deal with such flying birds.

The place of trials is not a place where people will not die.

On the contrary, there are a hundredfold, thousand, thousand, and many more people who have died in the land of trials than those who have passed the trial!

"He's moving!" Someone whispered.

"His sword, his sword flew!" Someone's eyes widened.

"He, he's Edgeworth!" In the trial hall where Han Muye was observing, countless people shouted.

Han Muye let go of his hand, and the sword in his palm flew out.

A sword cultivator put down the sword in his hand.

With a dazzling edge, the sword slashed at the head of the giant bird that the birds in front of him had turned into.

The sword light condensed into a hundred zhang phantom, and the immortal patterns on it shone brightly, sharp to the extreme.

Under a single sword, hundreds of giant birds were torn off by the sword light.

The Giant Bird Array was also split in half with a single sword.

This sword exceeded everyone's expectations.

As a sword cultivator, it's not that you can't cultivate the art of imperial swords.

It's just that Edgeworth is mostly one-on-one, and rarely lets go of the sword in his hand when facing a siege.

After all, for sword cultivation, the sword in his hand is the biggest reliance.

"He doesn't have a sword in his hand, but he has a sword in his heart, and he has already cultivated to such a realm?" In a hall of trials, the old man who was originally sitting cross-legged slowly got up.

Behind him, all the Sword Sect disciples had their eyes lit up.

"This kid, this sword is interesting." The big man who was standing with Zhu Yong of the Heaven Survey Hall shouted.

"This sword has the shadow of my Heaven Surveying Palace's swordsmanship." Zhu Yong stared at the long sword that flew back to Han Muye's hand and whispered softly.

His voice was so small that only he could hear it.

Han Muye withdrew his long sword, his body did not retreat, and he walked directly with the sword, crashing into the scattered flock of birds.

The flock of birds that could not be gathered for a time could only be slaughtered under his sword.

His body seemed to have no weight, and it flew among the birds, bringing up a puddle of blood with each movement.

The long sword slashed through the neck of the giant bird, and it was an iron thorn bird that fell.

"Good sword intent, with the power of the bird's wings flapping, even if this flock of iron thorns is cut down, no bird can get close to him." A middle-aged sword cultivator standing in the center of the Hall of Trials had clear eyes.

"Who is this person, go and find out." He let out a low sigh.

The two Sword Sect disciples glanced at each other, bowed down busily, glanced at Han Muye in the curtain, and exited the main hall.

The place of trial should not only look at the combat power, but also look at the swordsmanship and sword intent.

If it is said that Han Muye's swordsmanship is displayed, the sword blow is wonderful.

Then the floating cloud sword intent that he was walking with the sword at this time was like a fluttering among thousands of giant birds, which was really wonderful.

The figure that is free to turn between square inches, like a light cloud, but with a bewitching blood light, every flicker, is intoxicating.

"My sword cultivator, isn't that what it is......" A trial disciple standing behind the Sword Sect disciple revealed a resolute sword light.

Sword cultivation can have no regrets with a sword, and it should be like this, free and easy.

What Han Muye showed in these three layers was exactly what a low-level kendo cultivator imagined.

"This is the real Sword Immortal!" Someone whispered.

Sword Immortal!

This word is really accurate to describe Han Muye, who is swaying lightly among the giant birds in front of him!

"Thorn-"

Han Muye slashed out ten zhang sword light with a sword, his body moved, and he fell directly to the ground.

In his hand, the jade shone with golden light.

A quarter of an hour had not arrived, but it was almost there.

He didn't wait, the golden light from the jade in his hand directly wrapped his body and disappeared into this layer.

Don't wait.

The other trial disciples who came with him had already killed enough of the Iron Thorn Birds.

It can't be said to be a slash, they just need to wipe the necks of the fallen ironthorns with their swords.

"Boom-"

As soon as he entered the fourth layer of the trial ground, a huge gray-yellow rhinoceros three feet tall directly crashed into Han Muye.

The surging power on this rhinoceros is already the power of the half-step Heavenly Realm, and the qi and blood are surging, like a long river.

On the top of Han Muye's head, thirty-eight eyes of various colors were already suspended at this time, staring at his every move.

"Senior Brother Han, you don't have to worry about us, go all out!" One of the trial disciples standing behind Han Muye let out a low sigh, and then retreated towards the rear.

"Senior brother, don't worry, we will definitely rush through the tenth floor, become a disciple of the inner sect of the Sword Sect, and then meet with the senior brother in the sect."

A trial disciple with a long sword in his hand shouted, and the battle intent on his body surged, and he slammed head-on with the three-zhang rhinoceros that appeared on one side.

"Senior Brother Han, see you in the Sword Sect!"

"Senior brother, see you in the Sword Sect!"

The trial disciples were unwilling to drag Han Muye down, and they all chose to retreat.

They followed Han Muye from Yunlu City into the place of trial, and they were only prepared to have Han Muye to take care of them, so they could go a little farther in the trial.

They didn't expect that Han Muye would take them into the fourth-layer trial land in less than an hour.

Han Muye can't be dragged back any longer.

Now that countless people are paying attention to Han Muye, an elite seed, Han Muye's energy should also be left on dealing with trials, rather than taking them with him.

Han Muye turned his head to take a look, nodded, and said lightly: "Okay." ”

The voice fell, and the sword light rose.

The dazzling light made all the thirty-eight eyes above his head only a piece of silver white.

"Damn, what a ruthless sword!"

The big man beside Zhu Yong slapped his thigh and exhaled.