Chapter 1087 - 1087 Stepping into the Elite Ranks, Second Sword Emerged (2)
1087 Stepping into the Elite Ranks, Second Sword Emerged (2)
After flipping through the stone inscriptions, Chen Qiu, the Elder of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, greatly admired the powerful swordsmanship displayed in the stunning kills.
At that moment, when Wang Minghe asked, Chen Qiu nodded and said, “Elder Zeng has already seen the stone inscriptions and believes that this individual must be kept in the Zhenxuan Hall.”
Turning to look at Wang Minghe, he lowered his voice, “Junior brother, you have not yet experienced the Five Decays of Heaven and Man. You may have to reincarnate and start anew. If this individual can rise within 3,000 to 5,000 years, by the time you return from your reincarnation, your path within the sect will be smooth.”
A hint of joy flashed across Wang Minghe’s face as he nodded slightly.
“I understand. I have already sent my nephew who is stationed in Qingyun Town. With their relationship, it won’t be difficult to keep Han Muye in the Zhenxuan Hall.”
He looked at the bright screen, where the sword light was at its peak, each flicker resulting in the slaying of a peak Out of Body Wind Wolf by Han Muye.
Never did he expect that his own casual arrangement of his descendant guarding a desolate and barren small town would prove useful at a critical moment.
As long as Han Muye could join the Zhenxuan Hall, his own matters of reincarnation would be much more secure with the friendship of an elite disciple.
Moreover, he had been sitting in the state for so long, and the breadth of his connections behind the scenes was unimaginable.
“I wonder if Han Muye will have a chance to become a disciple of the Xuntian Hall or the Zhantian Hall,” Chen Qiu said with a hint of surprise as he watched Han Muye’s sword pass through the neck of the Wind Wolf Beast in front of him.
They were currently on the 50th level of the trial ground, and every monster they encountered was extremely powerful.
These monsters were not easy to deal with, whether they fought individually or in groups.
However, Han Muye remained calm and composed, his sword light sweeping through the air without any hesitation.
Based on his current performance, he had great potential.
Chen Qiu’s words filled Wang Minghe with anticipation as well.
If Han Muye could truly gain recognition from the Xuntian Hall or the Zhantian Hall, coupled with his elite status in the Zhenxuan Hall, he would be a dual-elite.
Within the entire Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, individuals with such dual-elite status were few and far between, and each one was a rare sword genius who only appeared once every hundred years.
“Slash—”
Within the bright screen, Han Muye merged with his sword, moving like a wisp of smoke amidst the 10-foot-long ferocious wolf beasts.
His long sword pierced through the necks of these wolf beasts, their bodies as tough as fine steel seemed like thin paper, easily pierced with a single strike.
This was an extremely strange contrast.
Seemingly light and ethereal, the sword struck down the mighty wolf beasts.
“Gentle yet heavy, shifting between light and heavy—the swordsmanship of this fellow is terrifying,” Gong Shu of the Zhantian Hall spoke without the previous contempt.
Beside him, Zhu Yong of the Xuntian Hall nodded slightly, a hint of battle intent shining in his eyes.
“When this fellow joins the Xuntian Hall, I’d like to spar with him.”
Zhu Yong said, staring at the golden light that had already appeared in Han Muye’s hand.
Gong Shu turned his head and grinned, “Why can’t it be joining the Zhantian Hall?”
Zhu Yong remained silent.
The old man standing in front of them suddenly whispered, “Who was the last person to become a triple-elite?”
His words caught Gong Shu and Zhu Yong off guard.
Triple-elite.
That was a legendary being.
Among the disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, was there anyone who was valued by both the Xuntian Hall and the Zhantian Hall at the same time among a million people?
“Elder Zhao, perhaps only our Sect Master knows about such matters,” Gong Shu spoke loudly, shifting his gaze to the bright screen.
If there were dual elites, then naturally there could be triple elites.
However, the identities and backgrounds of these individuals were all secrets known only to the upper echelons of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.
It took Han Muye 12 days to step from the 50th level of the trial ground to the 60th level.
Among them, he defeated the Blazing Fire Puppet in one stage, and then took out the Nirvana Pearl, openly absorbing the power of the flames for three days.
This caused many people to grit their teeth in envy.
The 62nd level of the trial grounds.
Han Muye stood calmly on a green stone platform.
He was very familiar with this high platform.
The Performance Platform.
Although it was not the real platform, the structure of this green stone platform and the core formation power were no different from the actual platform.
At this moment, three phantoms appeared before him, identical to his own figure, holding swords in their hands, clad in white.
“The trial ground is ultimately for selecting elites.” Han Muye whispered softly as he looked at the three illusions before him, a bright light shining in his eyes.
The subtle power displayed by these three phantoms was at least 10 times more refined than that of the platform.
In other words, the phantoms on this green stone platform could more accurately replicate Han Muye’s cultivation and combat power.
It was a summary of the Sword Dao sword techniques on the 61st level of the trial grounds.
Looking at the phantom in front of him, Han Muye’s battle intent slowly condensed.
He did not know that the people in the 300 trial halls were already in an uproar.
“Self-Slaying Trial?” A white-haired old man widened his eyes and exclaimed, “Isn’t this only available in the 100th level?”
Beside him, a green-robed Daoist turned his head and said softly, “Martial Uncle, what is the Self-Slaying trial”
The other sword cultivators with swords on their backs also showed curious expressions.
“This is a test for true elites in the trial grounds.” Beside the old man, the middle-aged man wearing a golden Dao crown said indifferently, “This formation will only appear when one’s strength and cultivation level are recognized by the array spirit.”
At this point, he paused, and a trace of regret flashed across his face. “Back then, I encountered the Self-Slaying Formation in the 103rd level. Unfortunately, I lost after three days of bitter fighting.”
After clearing the 103rd formation, such a person was already an elite among elites.
The surrounding people looked at the middle-aged man with admiration and envy.
“103?” The old man in front nodded and said softly, “It seems that the timing of the appearance of this Self-Slaying Formation is also related to your cultivation strength.”
At this point, his eyes emitted a deep glow.
“The 62nd Formation is Self-Slaying. How terrifying…”
In another large city’s trial hall, dozens of sword cultivators of different figures stood in front of the light screen, sword intent surging on their bodies.
“Three Self-Slaying phantoms at a time. The formation spirit of the trial ground really thinks highly of this kid.”
A middle-aged sword cultivator shook his head and smiled bitterly. “Back then, when I was in the 98th level, I only faced one Self-Slaying phantom.”
“Hehe, I’ve heard that someone has faced three of the Self-Slaying phantoms before, but—” The person who spoke shook his head and finally chose to remain silent.
The others did not ask further.
He naturally couldn’t say what he couldn’t say.
“It’s moving!” Someone looked at the phantom in the light screen and exclaimed.
On the light screen, a phantom 100 feet in front of Han Muye let go of the intermediate sword and pierced through Han Muye’s chest.
The sword light was as fast as a meteor and arrived in front of him in a flash.
This sword technique was the sword control technique Han Muye had used before.
The sword light was sharp and cold.
“Clang—”
Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and twisted it gently to block the sword light. Then he moved and advanced instead of retreating.
This scene made everyone in the trial hall widen their eyes.
Was he arrogant or confident? He actually faced the three shadows that slashed at him head-on and did not retreat half-step?
“Boom!”
The phantom on the left flew out and slashed at Han Muye.
This sword seemed light and powerless, but it caused the void to tremble and explode. It was obvious that the power had exploded to the extreme.
At the same time, the phantom standing on the right also extended the longsword in his hand, bringing with it a stream of watery light.
In this watery light, there was the coldness of ice.
A sword light was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and a sword light was bone-chilling. Two completely different forces instantly pressed down on Han Muye’s head.
This scene made many people clench their fists unconsciously.
However, there were also people whose eyes were filled with fighting spirit.
These two completely different powers were both displayed by Han Muye at the previous trial levels.
How strong was Han Muye, who completely controlled these two powers!
“Interesting. I wonder what method he will use to deal with these Self-Slaying phantoms.” A white-bearded elder stroked his long beard and looked at the scene in the intermediate light screen.
“Use his true body to deal with them or show more—f*ck!” After tearing off three long whiskers, the old man widened his eyes and looked at the light screen. Han Muye slowly reached out.
The second sword.
He held his sword with both hands and attacked from both sides!