"Mu Hanyan's turn has come so soon. He just made Qiu Ping'an suffer a miserable end. Even the entire Qiu family was pushed into a desperate situation by his words. I don't know if he can pass the assessment."
"I heard that Mu Hanyan is a bit of a dandy, but he has good talent and strength, otherwise he wouldn't have been recruited back to the capital by the Zong family."
"You've forgotten the rumors. Mu Hanyan's strength is due to his father, the Lord of Blackstone City, abusing his power for personal gain. His own talent is average. In my opinion, he may not be able to pass the assessment."
"I've heard about this too. It's said that Mu Hanyan was destined for failure at birth, leading to his entire family being exiled to Black Stone City. However, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. His father was appointed the City Lord of Black Stone City, and also the head of the Mu Clan's branch in Black Stone City. His word was his, and Mu Hanyan got whatever he wanted. His cultivation resources were comparable to those of the main family's children, which is how he gained some strength."
"I see. Judging from what happened earlier, to comprehend the meaning of the Sword of Enlightenment, one must have a strong mind. I'm afraid it will be difficult for a child from an aristocratic family who grew up with nothing but honey to persevere."
Naturally, Mu Hanyan became the focus of the entire audience, attracting all kinds of discussion. However, it was clear that most people were not optimistic about Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan also vaguely heard the discussions in the crowd, but just laughed it off. She had heard similar words too many times and had long been accustomed to them. Her attention had long been focused on the Wuxin Sword in front of her.
Previously, the distance was too far and she was afraid of being discovered, so she did not dare to use her spiritual sense to investigate, and she could not see it too clearly. Now, after a closer look, she found that these ten giant swords were of ancient style, even crude, but gave people a sense of returning to nature, solemnity and grandeur.
The sword was covered in scars, as if it had been through countless brutal battles. Mu Hanyan was a little puzzled. This Wuxin Sword was ten feet long and nearly a foot wide. Who could fight with such a huge sword?
"Dao Heart Stone, how is this possible?" Just when Mu Hanyan was secretly wondering, Ling Baobao's surprised muttering came from beside her.
"What Dao Heart Stone?" Ling Hanyan asked in a low voice.
"No, no, it's not the Dao Heart Stone. It's far from it, but it has the same effect." Ling Baobao was looking intently at the Wuxin Sword in front of him and didn't notice Mu Hanyan's words.
Mu Hanyan followed his gaze and found that there was a black stone bead inlaid on the hilt of the Wuxin Sword. The stone bead was only the size of a little thumb, covered with tiny cracks like spider silk, without any strange light or color, and looked inconspicuous. The sword was so huge that if Mu Hanyan had not followed Ling Baobao's gaze, she would hardly have been able to find it.
Could it be that there was something strange about this stone bead? Mu Hanyan knew that Ling Baobao's origins were definitely not simple, so she also paid attention to this black stone bead.
However, the assessment has not yet begun, and there is obviously a barrier sealing the Wuxin Sword, so Mu Hanyan has no way to explore it.
"Have you understood the rules? Let's start now." Although everyone was already very clear about the rules, the instructor still read out the rules diligently. Seeing Mu Hanyan and others nod, he waved his arm lightly, and a faint halo flashed from the ten Wuxin swords.
"What an exquisite technique! Longyan College is indeed a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden!" Mu Hanyan sighed secretly.
The instructor seemed to be waving his hand casually, but with Mu Hanyan's current eyesight, it was not difficult to see that there were at least a dozen hand seals hidden in this wave, which was an extremely sophisticated method of breaking the seal.
Mu Hanyan did not feel too much, because the next moment, the seal on the Wuxin Sword was opened, and a majestic and powerful aura invaded her mind in an unstoppable manner.
The war drums thundered and the horns wailed. In an instant, Mu Hanyan found herself on an ancient battlefield with thousands of troops.
The knife light was like snow, the sword light was like lightning, and streams of blood mist sprayed out. Although she was in an illusion, Mu Hanyan seemed to still smell the strong smell of blood and feel the tragic and tragic feeling.
A scream echoed nearby. Turning her head, Mu Hanyan saw a young swordsman, still a bit childish, stabbed in the heart. Blood gushed out from the sword. The young swordsman weakly tugged at the blade, his eyes gradually losing their luster in despair and helplessness.
With a loud shout, the big man opposite drew back his sword, and blood spurted into the sky, splashing onto Mu Hanyan's cheek. It was warm and moist, and the feeling was so real.
Just when Mu Hanyan was distracted for a moment, the long sword was already coming towards her. Mu Hanyan suddenly woke up and instinctively drew her sword to block it.
"Clang!" A slight sound came from my ears, and my wrist felt numb from the shock.
"Isn't this an illusion? Why does it feel like this?" Mu Hanyan was surprised.
Before she could figure out what was going on, the long sword swung out a sword flower, drew a strange arc, and slashed towards her ribs again.
What a quick response, what exquisite swordsmanship!
In terms of swordsmanship alone, even the Gui Yu clan, who had fallen prey to Mu Hanyan and the others, might not be stronger than this illusion. In a hurry, Mu Hanyan couldn't think of a good move to break the sword, so she could only take a step back.
"Chi!" The sword wind swept across his shoulders, a blood mist flew, and a piercing pain came over him.
"It's clearly just an illusion, how could it be so painful!" Mu Hanyan was shocked and reacted immediately.
Although it was just an illusion, it could directly hurt the mind. Those young swordsmen who had lost their minds or vomited blood and fell to the ground had to leave early because their minds were damaged.
If she couldn't withstand the attack of the big man in front of her, she would also end up having to exit early.
Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan no longer dared to be careless. She put aside all distractions and focused all her attention on fighting with the famous man.
When they took action again, Mu Hanyan discovered that the big man's cultivation level was exactly the same as hers, without any difference. The only difference was in his swordsmanship.
However, the difference in swordsmanship was quite significant. After only a few moves, she was cornered by the big man and a bloody mark was left on her leg again.
Although it was just an illusion in her mind, Mu Hanyan still twitched in pain. This kind of pain that came directly from her mind was much stronger than the pain from her body. No wonder so many people couldn't bear it before, and either had a mental breakdown or vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Gritting her teeth, Mu Hanyan raised her sword again and took the initiative to attack.
This time, Mu Hanyan learned her lesson and didn't use her own swordsmanship. Instead, she used the swordsmanship she had learned from the big man opposite her. Gong Hongru probably meant this when he asked them to comprehend the sword's meaning.
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