Without challenging the crowd's nerves, Chu Mu sheathed his sword and landed quickly, just in time to avoid the Sky Bell's thirteenth counterattack.
He landed safely, looking very relaxed. It seemed that the thirteenth chime of sixty miles was not his limit. He was holding back.
"I heard that he killed a late-stage One-star Martial Saint with a single strike. That's not his limit."
"That's right. I heard that he has mastered a very powerful sword technique, but he didn't use it this time."
"This guy is really holding back."
The two high-level Martial Saints in the sky smiled bitterly.
The Sky Bell was still holding back and didn't use its full strength. This made them feel depressed. It was better not to understand, but to understand, it was a blow. To high-level Martial Saints like them, it was also a blow.
He was only in the early stage of the Eighth Sky of Nirvana Realm, but he had the attack power to threaten a Two-star Martial Saint. They couldn't imagine what kind of person he was. Was he born to defeat others?
"You didn't use your full strength?" Ling Jianyi looked at Chu Mu with suspicion.
"Is this important?" Chu Mu asked in return. Everyone was stunned.
Yes, was it important whether he used his full strength or not?
It was important. To others, it was absolutely important because if he didn't use his full strength, he wouldn't be able to achieve a good result.
It wasn't important. To Chu Mu, he was only in the early stage of the Eighth Sky of Nirvana Realm. It was enough for him to display the attack power of a Two-star Martial Saint. This was already enough to shock countless people. It made countless people fearful and even desperate. Since it was already like this, there was no need to go further.
Yes, Chu Mu indeed didn't use his full strength. At least, he didn't use the true meaning of the sword stab, nor did he use any of the three major sword techniques.
This was enough for him to become famous.
"Brother Gu, take me to the Iron Wall," Chu Mu said.
"Okay." Gu Shaojie answered numbly. Yes, he was numb. From the initial excitement, regret, nervousness, excitement, shock, and shock to the current numbness.
Monster, this was a monster.
A group of people, an even larger group of people, acted as the vanguard. They majestically opened up a path for Chu Mu as they headed towards the Iron Wall.
The geniuses from both the inner and outer divisions didn't have the slightest intention to nitpick. They only had one thought in their minds, and that was to see the birth of a miracle.
He had left his name on the Reflection Wall and struck the Heaven Bell. Now, he was fighting against the Iron Wall.
If Chu Mu could achieve an excellent result on the Iron Wall, then he would become a legend in the history of the Genius Minor World.
They wanted to witness the birth of a legend with their own eyes.
…
The Iron Wall of War was a strong wall and a dark red wall.
The wall was dark red in color, as if it had been soaked in countless amounts of blood and had been formed over the years. It stood majestically above the earth and under the sky.
The murderous aura continued to spread out from the Iron Wall of War, covering a radius of several thousand meters.
The blood-red aura didn't move at all, as if it had solidified. The area of several thousand meters was like a land of death.
The geniuses who walked in front of the blood-red aura all stopped in their tracks. If they went any further, they would enter the range of the Iron Wall of War, which was equivalent to starting the challenge of the Iron Wall of War.
"Brother Chu, let me go first this time." Ling Jianyi said.
Time and time again, he had indeed suffered a huge blow. However, his tenacious willpower allowed him to persevere and turn this into a form of motivation for him to improve. However, the pressure was simply too great. It was so great that when it was converted into motivation, it gave Ling Jian a feeling of being overloaded. It was as though he would collapse if this were to continue.
Either he left this place, or he forcefully endured it and continued the challenge to discover his potential.
If he didn't go crazy, he wouldn't survive.
Right now, Ling Jianyi wanted to do just that. He wanted to go crazy. In his madness, he wanted to vent the excess pressure, vent the pressure in his heart, and adjust himself. Without a doubt, the Iron Wall was an excellent place to do that.
The Iron Wall of War was a battle, a battle without end.
There was an ancient saying, 'How many people can go on a campaign?' It described the bloody and cruel nature of the Iron Wall of War.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Jianyi's face was filled with solemnity and determination. It was as if he was about to rush to the battlefield and step into the Asura's Battlefield.
Taking a step forward, Ling Jianyi walked into the range of the blood-red aura.
Sensing that someone had entered, the blood-colored strands began to move, coiling around Ling Jianyi's body strand after strand. Vaguely, Ling Jianyi seemed to be able to hear shouts, battle cries, howls of anguish, and all sorts of other noises. They were like waves that assaulted his body, his blood, and his mind.
The blood-red aura condensed into numerous figures, holding sharp blades in their hands, and charged towards Ling Jianyi.
Ling Jian unsheathed his Sword Light, and the blood-red figures holding sharp blades in front of him shattered under the sword. They disappeared and reformed into a group, charging towards him again.
Just like that, Ling Jianyi killed his way through, advancing towards the Iron Wall of War.
The moment he stepped into the range of the blood-red aura, the challenge of the Iron Wall of War had already begun. This challenge could be divided into two parts. The first part was naturally to walk past the range of the blood-red aura, approaching the Iron Wall of War and entering it. The second part was to enter the Iron Wall of War after entering it.
Not all challengers were able to pass the first part and enter the Iron Wall of War.
Ling Jianyi was obviously one of the more outstanding people. Thus, he slashed out his sword and killed the blood-red figures, arriving in front of the Iron Wall of War and entering it without hesitation.
On the Iron Wall of War, faint ripples appeared. Ling Jianyi's body sank into it, as if he was being devoured.
Shortly after, the blood-red aura around the Iron Wall of War changed. Like a mirror, it reflected Ling Jianyi's figure and the place he was at. Thousands of miles of yellow sand, sand and dust flew up into the sky.
Yellow sand, sand and dust, the Iron Wall of War, would often lead to many thoughts.
Ling Jianyi stood in the yellow sand. Thousands of miles of yellow sand, endless and boundless. As the wind blew, the sand and dust flew up into the sky.
Suddenly, in the depths of the yellow sand, a sandstorm swept up and rushed into the sky. The yellow sand filled the sky, and many figures appeared in it at an unknown time. They were as fast as the wind as they rushed over.
The figures looked like real people, but they also looked like they were condensed from yellow sand. They held sharp blades in their hands and rushed towards Ling Jianyi. Every figure possessed a powerful strength, the strength of the Nirvana Realm.
There were a total of one hundred yellow sand men. Although each of them only had the strength of the First Sky of the Nirvana Realm, they came in the form of an army. The pressure they brought was extremely great, and their killing intent was overwhelming.
"Fight!" Ling Jianyi's eyes shone brightly. With a loud shout, he raised his Sword Light and slashed out. The Sword Light was like a sudden clap of thunder across the sky. In a crackling sound, it rushed towards the yellow sand men.
With one slash, more than ten yellow sand men were defeated and killed. However, the other yellow sand men rushed over without fear of death.
The yellow sand rolled up and filled the air.
Slash, slash, slash!
Slash after slash of Sword Light was like a sudden clap of thunder across the sky. Before the last dozen yellow sand men could reach Ling Jianyi, they were all killed and disappeared.
This was not the end, it was just the beginning.
Outside the Iron Wall, everyone could clearly see the battle between Ling Jianyi and the yellow sand men.
After the first wave of yellow sand men died, the second wave of yellow sand men appeared. They were also at the First Sky of the Nirvana Realm, but there were a thousand of them. The number of yellow sand men increased by ten times, and the pressure they brought increased by many times.
Ling Jianyi's expression did not change. A thousand First Sky of the Nirvana Realm were not a big threat to him, as long as he did not get surrounded.
Slash, slash, slash!
Every slash could kill more than ten yellow sand men. His sword slashed out unceasingly, creating a vacuum and cutting open the yellow sand ground, leaving countless marks.
A hundred meters in front of him seemed to have become a land of death. All the yellow sand men within a hundred meters were shattered into pieces, turning into yellow sand and falling to the ground.
A thousand yellow sand men were all killed before they could reach Ling Jianyi.
The third wave appeared, ten thousand yellow sand men at the First Sky of the Nirvana Realm.
The yellow sand rolled like a magnificent army. The imposing manner and the pressure caused Ling Jianyi's expression to change drastically.
With his strength, facing ten thousand First Sky of the Nirvana Realm opponents who were charging at him like an army, he felt powerless.
"Sudden Thunder!" With a low shout, the Sword Light was slashed out. The Sword Light turned into a thunderbolt, instantly piercing through the vast sky and tearing the sand apart.
A green thunderbolt seemed to have pierced through the sky, piercing through ten miles of yellow sand and hundreds of yellow sand men, turning them into ashes in an instant.
"Thunderstorm!"
With the second slash, a thunderball condensed at the tip of the sword and instantly grew to the size of a human head. Countless electric arcs flickered within the thunderball, bringing with it a terrifying power.
With a slash of the sword, the thunderball shot out and landed among the yellow sand men, exploding. Suddenly, a thunderbolt as thick as a finger spread out, covering a radius of a few hundred meters. All the yellow sand men within the radius were attacked. Amidst the crackling sounds, the yellow sand men were defeated one by one.
One slash of the Thunderstorm killed more than a thousand yellow sand men.
Of course, this didn't mean that the Thunderstorm was more powerful than the Sudden Thunder. It was just that the two sword techniques were different in the way they were displayed. The power of the Sudden Thunder was more concentrated, while the power of the Thunderstorm was more dispersed. It was more suitable for a large-scale attack.
Ten thousand yellow sand men at the First Sky of the Nirvana Realm were indeed powerful and brought a lot of pressure to Ling Jianyi. However, it was still not enough. With Ling Jianyi's strength, it was enough to deal with and kill all the yellow sand men at the First Sky of the Nirvana Realm.
When the second wave appeared, Ling Jianyi didn't have any time to recover.
In the first wave of the second wave, there were one hundred yellow sand men at the Second Sky of the Nirvana Realm.
Slash, slash, slash, slash.
When the second wave appeared, there were one thousand yellow sand men at the Second Sky of the Nirvana Realm. All of them were defeated by Ling Jianyi's sword.
The third wave appeared, there were ten thousand yellow sand men at the Second Sky of the Nirvana Realm. The pressure it brought was much greater than the first and third waves.
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