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"It was Mu Hanyan's turn so soon, and Qiu Ping'an had just ended miserably, and even the entire Qiu family was pushed into a desperate situation by his words, and I didn't know if he could pass the assessment. ”

"I heard that this Mu Han Yan is a little squirming, but his talent and strength are good, otherwise he would not have been recruited back to the capital by the Zong family. ”

"You forgot the previous rumors, Mu Hanyan's strength was built up by his father, who was the lord of Black Rock City, and his own talent was average. In my opinion, he may not be able to pass the test. ”

"I've also heard of this, it is said that this Mu Hanyan was judged to be a waste material as soon as he was born, and even the family was sent to Black Rock City, but it was also a blessing in disguise, his father was appointed as the city lord of Black Rock City, and he was also the head of the Mu family in Black Rock City. ”

"I see, looking at the previous situation, if you want to understand the sword meaning of the Wuxin Sword, you have to be tenacious, this kind of family child who grew up holding a honey pot, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stick to the past. ”

Naturally, Mu Hanyan became the focus of the audience, attracting all kinds of discussions. But obviously, most people are not so optimistic about Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan also vaguely heard the discussion of the crowd, and just smiled, she had heard too many similar words, and she had long been accustomed to it, and her attention had already been concentrated on the Wuxin Sword in front of her.

The distance was too far before, and she was afraid of being discovered, so she didn't dare to explore with her divine thoughts, and she didn't see it too really, but when she took a closer look, she found that the ten giant swords were clumsy, and even crude, but they gave people a sense of returning to the basics and solemn atmosphere.

The sword was scarred everywhere, as if it had been fought countless times. Mu Hanyan is a little strange, this Wuxin Sword is one zhang long, nearly a foot wide, who can use such a huge long sword to fight people?

"Dao Heart Stone, how is this possible?" When Mu Hanyan was secretly strange, Ling Baobao whispered to himself in surprise beside him.

"What Dao Heart Stone?" Ling Hanyan asked in a low voice.

"No, it's not a Dao Heart Stone, it's far from it, but it's the same. Ling Baobao looked at the Wuxin Sword in front of him intently, not noticing Mu Hanyan's words.

Mu Hanyan followed his gaze, and found that the hilt of the Wuxin Sword was inlaid with a black stone bead, this stone bead was only the size of a small finger, and the face was covered with tiny cracks like spider silk, without any brilliance, it looked inconspicuous, and this sword was so huge, if it wasn't for Ling Baobao's gaze, Mu Hanyan would almost not have found it.

Could it be that there is anything strange about this stone bead? Mu Hanyan knew that Ling Baobao's origin was by no means simple, so he also attached importance to this black stone stone bead.

However, the assessment has not yet begun, and there is obviously a layer of enchantment seal outside the Wuxin Sword, so Mu Hanyan has no way to detect it.

"I understand the rules, I understand the beginning. Although everyone was already very clear about the rules, the mentor still dutifully read out the rules, and saw Mu Hanyan and the others nodding, with a slight wave of their arms, a faint halo flashed from the ten Wuxin Swords.

"What a subtle technique, Longyan Academy is really a Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger!" Mu Hanyan sighed secretly.

This mentor seemed to wave his hand casually, but with Mu Hanyan's current eyesight, it was not difficult to see that there were at least a dozen hand duels hidden between his swings, which was an extremely exquisite seal breaking technique.

Mu Hanyan didn't feel too much, because in the next moment, the seal of the Wuxin Sword had been opened, and a majestic and mighty qi inexorably invaded his mind.

The war drums were like thunder, the horns were whimpering, and in an instant, Mu Hanyan was in the ancient battlefield of thousands of troops.

The sword light is like snow, the sword is like lightning, and the blood mist sprays out, although he is in the illusion, Mu Hanyan seems to still smell the strong blood, and feels the tragedy and tragedy.

A scream arose beside him. Turning his head to look, Mu Hanyan saw a young swordsman with a somewhat childish face being stabbed into the heart with a sword. Blood gushed down the long sword, and the young swordsman pulled the blade weakly, his desperate and helpless gaze gradually losing its lustre.

With a loud shout, the big man on the opposite side drew back his long sword, and the blood rose to the sky, sprinkled on Mu Hanyan's cheeks, warm and moist, and felt so real.

When Mu Hanyan lost her mind for a moment, the long sword had already slashed towards her, Mu Hanyan suddenly woke up, and instinctively drew her sword to block it.

"Chok!" there was a soft sound in his ears, and his wrist trembled and he felt numb.

"Isn't it an illusion, how can you feel like this?" Mu Hanyan was surprised.

Before she could figure out what was going on, the long sword pulled out a sword flower, slashed through an eerie arc, and slashed diagonally at her side again.

What a quick strain, such a subtle swordsmanship!

In terms of swordsmanship alone, even the Ghost Clan that was in the hands of Mu Hanyan and others may not be stronger than this illusion. In a hurry, Mu Hanyan couldn't think of too good a move to crack this sword, so he could only take a step back.

"Huh!" the sword wind swept over his shoulder, and a blood mist flew out, sending a heart-piercing pain.

"It's obviously just an illusion, how can there be such pain!" Mu Hanyan was startled, and reacted suddenly.

Although it is only an illusion, it will also directly hurt the divine thoughts, and the young swordsmen who were delirious before, or vomited blood and fell to the ground, but because the divine thoughts were injured, they had to leave the scene early.

If she can't resist the attack of the big man in front of her, she will also leave the field early.

Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan didn't dare to be careless, put aside all distracting thoughts, and fought with the famous and big men with all his heart.

Doing it again, Mu Hanyan found that this big man's cultivation realm was exactly the same as her, there was no half-point difference, and the only difference was swordsmanship.

However, the difference in this swordsmanship is not small, and after just a few moves, she was forced to be clumsy by the big man, and her leg was once again left with a bloody mark.

Although it was just an illusion in his mind, Mu Hanyan still twitched in pain, this kind of pain that came directly from divine thoughts, but the pain from the body was much stronger, no wonder so many people couldn't bear it before, either they had a mental breakdown, or vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Gritting his teeth, Mu Hanyan raised his sword again and took the initiative to rush away.

This time, Mu Hanyan learned wisely, and did not use his own swordsmanship anymore, but used the swordsmanship he learned from the big man on the other side. Gong Hongru asked them to understand the meaning of the sword, which should be what it meant.