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Chapter 1348

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The Green Bamboo Garden was a beautiful place with a refreshing and unique sense of beauty. But at this moment, everything was destroyed, and the culprits were these two people.

The fierce battle reached its climax. The terrifying Sword Light was invincible, nothing could stop it, nothing could stop it.

Neither Chu Mu nor the green-robed swordsman deliberately controlled their strength, it was almost an instinct. Both of them could control their strength perfectly, but the shockwaves from the collision of their swords were not affected by them. Of course, if they wanted to, they could also control their strength, but it would be more troublesome and disadvantageous to them.

To the two of them, the Green Bamboo Garden was merely a virtual environment, no matter how beautiful it was, it was useless.

The sword technique and sword of the green-clothed swordsman only had one characteristic, and that was sharpness, extreme sharpness, indestructible sharpness. The thin sword blade had an incomparably terrifying sharpness that could cut through all hard nothingness.

The pure sharpness left a deep impression on Chu Mu, for a moment, he almost thought that this was swordsmanship, this was swordsmanship.

Compared to the green-robed swordsman, Chu Mu's swordsmanship not only had sharpness, but was also graceful, heavy, strange, domineering, and so on. However, when Chu Mu displayed his swordsmanship, each sword could only have one style.

After a long battle, the green-robed swordsman took out his ultimate move, Killing Sword, thrusting his sword forward. The sword tip alternated with the sword edge's slash, allowing the sword to cut through space with the smallest margin, tearing through all obstacles. Its speed reached its peak, and its sharpness was several times stronger than before.

What a terrifying killing sword, unparalleled power.

Chu Mu's heart tightened, his expression turned solemn as he prepared for battle. Under the control of his top highgod rank sword intent, he could feel the exquisiteness and sharpness of this sword strike. That kind of terror made his heart tremble.

However, ever since he had a flash of inspiration, controlling all forces with his top highgod rank sword intent, his consciousness had undergone a subtle change, becoming more sensitive and direct, able to sense the changes in his surroundings more intuitively.

If it was before, Chu Mu wouldn't have been able to dodge this sword, and he would have died. But now, Chu Mu had dodged it, even though he was in a sorry state and his robe was torn.

After unleashing such a powerful strike, the green-clothed swordsman's body paused for a brief moment. This pause was keenly captured by Chu Mu.

In retaliation, the Sword Light cut through the sky like a meteor or lightning. It was fierce and fast. In an instant, it had crossed dozens of meters and appeared in front of the green-clothed swordsman. For the first time, the green-clothed swordsman's sharp eyes showed shock.

The timing of this sword strike was too perfect. It was difficult to dodge. The azure-clothed swordsman barely managed to raise his sword to counterattack, but he was still too slow. Chu Mu's sword cut off his head.

Fourth trial, passed!

It could be said that this fourth trial was the fastest among the four trials that Chu Mu had passed, but it didn't mean that the fourth trial was the easiest. On the contrary, the fourth trial was the most difficult. The main reason was that Chu Mu's sword skills had improved, and his sword skill realm had improved. On top of that, in a flash of inspiration, he had comprehended how to control all forces with his sword intent, raising his awareness and sharpening his senses. Thus, he was able to dodge the attack by a hair's breadth and catch the fleeting moment of opportunity to counterattack.

After passing the fourth trial, everything disappeared, and the vast expanse of whiteness reappeared. Chu Mu wondered if there would be a fifth trial, and what kind of opponent he would face in the fifth trial.

The scenery reappeared, surprising Chu Mu. This was clearly the scenery from before, and Bai Ling was still sitting in the pavilion.

"From the beginning until now, the Sword Sect Spiritual Seal has changed owners over a dozen times. Half of them were able to enter the Spiritual Seal, and there were as many as seven people who were able to pass the fourth trial. However, none of them were able to pass as quickly as you," Bai Ling said unhurriedly. His tone was elegant.

"However, there was no one who was able to solve the mystery of the Sword Sect Spiritual Seal. I wonder if you can become the first?" Bai Ling seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Senior, is there a fifth trial?" Chu Mu asked.

"Of course there is," Bai Ling said slowly. "The examinee of the fifth trial is me."

Chu Mu was immediately shocked. Although he didn't know how strong Bai Ling was, being in charge of the fifth trial meant that he was stronger than the previous four. Moreover, Bai Ling always gave Chu Mu an unfathomable feeling, which made him very wary.

"Senior, please give me your guidance," Chu Mu said respectfully.

"Then pay attention. I'm going to attack," Bai Ling said slowly. He didn't have a sword in his hand, nor did he stand up.

However, Chu Mu was very vigilant. He was fully focused, and his sword intent controlled all his power, ready to counterattack at any time.

Suddenly, Chu Mu seemed to feel a flash of light. Before he could react, his vision turned black, and he left the Sword Sect Spiritual Seal.

"I'm dead …" In the secret room, Chu Mu was stunned. He couldn't believe that he had been killed without even seeing whether Bai Ling was there.

With the experience of the third trial, Chu Mu started to think carefully. However, he couldn't figure out why. After thinking hard, Chu Mu entered the Sword Sect Spiritual Seal again.

"Senior, I'm coming. Please attack," Chu Mu said, becoming even more vigilant.

"Then pay attention. I'm going to attack," Bai Ling said slowly. Chu Mu seemed to see a flash of Sword Light again, and his vision turned black again.

Inconceivable, it was simply too inconceivable. It was as if Bai Ling had the ability to decide a person's life and death.

Chu Mu didn't believe it. He entered the Sword Sect Spiritual Seal again, and the result was the same. He still vaguely saw a snow-white light that didn't seem sharp, and then he died.

He entered again, died again, and again. In the blink of an eye, Chu Mu had entered the Sword Sect Spiritual Seal thirty times in a row, and he had died thirty times at Bai Ling's hands.

After dying once more, Chu Mu couldn't help smiling bitterly. He had died thirty times in a row, and each time, he had died in an instant. Even now, he still didn't know what was going on. The only thing he was certain of was that Bai Ling's strength was different from the third trial. Bai Ling's strength far surpassed Chu Mu's. It was a realm that Chu Mu could only look up to.

"No wonder none of the dozens of masters were able to see through its mysteries," muttered Chu Mu.

Feeling a bit irritated, Chu Mu thought for a moment, and entered the Sword Sect Spiritual Seal once more. He didn't want to fight, but wanted to chat with Bai Ling.

Bai Ling was the most special of all the challengers. He was the first person Chu Mu came into contact with, and also the first person to talk to Chu Mu. He was also the one who was willing to communicate with Chu Mu. He was different from the other four challengers.

Perhaps he could find out the reason after communicating with Bai Ling.

"Senior, what happened just now?" Chu Mu asked directly as soon as he entered. It wasn't good to beat around the bush when talking to an expert like Bai Ling. It was better to be direct.

"It's very simple. You're too weak." Bai Ling said directly, and then changed the topic. "However, compared to the dozens of predecessors, your sword technique is the most profound. You've reached the peak of One with the Sword."

"Could it be that senior's sword technique has already surpassed One with the Sword?" Even though he was certain, Chu Mu couldn't help but ask.

"Your swordsmanship is superb and unique, but do you know what your swordsmanship is lacking? Or you, what are you lacking? "Not only did Bai Ling not answer Chu Mu's question, but he also asked.

"What am I lacking?" Bai Ling's words seemed to have a strange power that made Chu Mu ponder.

However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure it out.

It couldn't be helped. Chu Mu was very smart, and his comprehension was monstrous, but he was still young. He had all kinds of experience, and although he was considered rich among his peers, he couldn't compare to an expert like Bai Ling.

Experience was a very important part of intelligent life. Those with enough experience were more profound and experienced in both knowledge and handling of matters. No matter how intelligent a smart person was, without enough knowledge and experience, it was like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, unable to be used to its full potential.

It was normal that Chu Mu couldn't figure it out.

However, Bai Ling was calm and didn't say anything. He just let Chu Mu ponder like this.

Time passed unknowingly. After an unknown amount of time, Chu Mu woke up.

He had a vague feeling that he was about to grasp something, but he didn't. That feeling made him extremely depressed.

Looking ahead, he didn't know when, but Bai Ling had left, leaving Chu Mu alone.

With a sigh, Chu Mu left the Sword Sect's Spirit Seal. Without thinking about anything else, he directly left the cultivation room and went outside to take a look, relax, and change his mood.

After walking around, he headed towards the Sword Crafting Valley.

Perhaps if he took a look at the forging of the sword, he would have a different understanding.

The sword forging skills of the disciples of the Sword Crafting Valley were not that high. Compared to Chu Mu, the difference was like heaven and earth, but Chu Mu was also watching with relish. It seemed that because of the arrival of the sect master, the disciples of the Sword Crafting Valley worked even harder to forge their swords. All of them seemed to want to perform well and leave a deep impression on the sect master. This was also because Chu Mu had used his own ability to completely conquer them, causing them to admire him from the bottom of their hearts.

This group of disciples seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. Chu Mu found it funny and also gave them some pointers, causing them to admire him even more.

After that, Chu Mu left the Sword Crafting Valley and headed towards the Treasure Pill Pavilion.

Just like the disciples of the Sword Crafting Valley, when the disciples of the Treasure Pill Pavilion saw Chu Mu's arrival, they were all extremely excited and fought to perform. Chu Mu naturally would not favor one over the other, and similarly spoke out to give pointers to the disciples of the Treasure Pill Pavilion.

After leaving the Treasure Pill Pavilion, Chu Mu arrived at a sword training field. Seeing a group of elite disciples practicing their swords, Chu Mu watched for a while and gave them some pointers. Immediately, all of the elite disciples felt as if they were suddenly enlightened. In a moment, their sword technique attainments rose by quite a bit.

In the hearts of the disciples, Chu Mu's image was even more deeply rooted in their hearts.

After cruising around and relaxing for a while, Chu Mu once again returned to the secret cultivation room. His depressed mood had already dissipated. Chu Mu calmed down and thought about it again. This time, he was thinking about sorting out his own life and his own path.

Gradually, he went deeper and deeper …

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