There is no better choice, and Mu Hanyan can only rely on it even if he knows that the Shenwu Soul Refining Art has limited effects and it will consume a lot of power of his own divine sense.
Guiyu's swordsmanship is too exquisite, and the cooperation with each other is too tacit, and only with the help of Shenwu Lianjue can they cause fatal damage to them.
At this time, Miss Mu hopes that the little auspicious beast can show its power and cast the sleep enchantment again, and it is best to have a group sleep. It's a pity, I don't know if it's because the sleep enchantment also has a cooling time, or because the last time I played against Nian Anyao was too exhausted, the little auspicious beast was lying groggy in her pocket, and had no intention of helping at all.
There was a mist of blood and screams, and one after another, the swordsmen in black fell under Mu Hanyan's sword.
Not long after, nearly one-third of the nearly one hundred black-clothed swordsmen fell down, and almost everyone was wounded, but their faces did not show the slightest timidity, but were full of bloodthirsty frenzy, and they were still crazy He screamed and killed Mu Hanyan and the others, with the potential to die endlessly.
Mu Hanyan's face showed tiredness, and she kept exercising Shenwu Lianjue. She had reached the limit, her strength was exhausted, her feet gradually became vacant, and she also felt a sense of trance in her mind.
Huayue and Jiang Yuzhe left bloody sword wounds on their bodies, and drops of blood dripped down. Although the fighting strength of the two of them is comparable to that of a sword master, they are not too strong compared to these almost crazy children of the Guiyu clan. If it weren't for Mu Hanyan to withstand the greatest pressure in front, it would be difficult for them to persevere until now. is the problem.
Of course, thanks to their desperate efforts to protect Mu Hanyan's back, Mu Hanyan was able to kill so many Guiyu disciples without distraction. Otherwise, if she was alone, she would have been forced to retreat in a tight siege.
Next to him, Ye Lanyu had the upper hand with one against three, and every swing of the Posha sword brought endless power. The bodies of those black-robed old men were covered with scars, and their faces turned pale. But the three of them didn't retreat half a step. While attacking Ye Lanyan endlessly, they looked back at the ancestral hall behind them from time to time, their eyes full of anticipation.
Even though Uncle Yun was seriously injured, he was not at a disadvantage, but it was difficult to kill his opponent for a while.
No matter how many people Mu Hanyanhuayue, Ye Lanjie, and Uncle Yun were caught in a hard fight, no one could escape.
I don't know when, the rain became heavier, the blood on the ground mixed with the rainwater gathered into a spring, and slowly flowed to the distance, giving off a strong smell of blood, the sky was more gloomy with wind and rain, and there were more It's bleak.
"Boom, boom..." In the ancient ancestral hall, there were bursts of muffled noises, as if thunderbolts resounded underground.
The eerie aura was more than ten times stronger than before, as if someone was opening the gate of the Nether Hell and releasing the legendary Nine Nether Demons.
"It's going to succeed, it's going to succeed soon." An old man in black robes was so excited that tears streamed down his face, and the other swordsmen in black were also ecstatic and shouted wildly.
"The Patriarch is about to wake up, kill them, kill them with all his strength, and never let them ruin our Guiyu Clan's important affairs." The old man in black robe roared like crazy.
Immediately, all the members of the Guiyu Clan looked like a demon, their faces full of fanaticism, and they rushed towards their opponents without fear of death.
Contrary to their ecstasy, Mu Hanyan, Huayue and the others sank at the same time.
At the same time as there was a strange sound in the ancestral hall, a divine thought had firmly locked them in, and a powerful coercion also invaded the heart unstoppably, as if it had pierced the most vulnerable place in the heart.
In an instant, several people felt the fear from the bottom of their hearts. If it hadn't been for Mu Hanyan's rebirth, Huayue's life experience was rough, and Jiang Yuzhe had been away from his family since childhood and traveled around in pursuit of his own path of swordsmanship, his ambition would have been far away. Much more resolute than ordinary people, it is very likely that he will completely lose the will to resist under the coercion of the mind.
Obviously, Patriarch Guiyu's family is one step closer to waking up.
At this time, he has not fully awakened yet, and the coercion of divine sense is already so terrifying. If he is fully awakened, how terrible it would be.
Mu Hanfeng's figure came to mind. Mu Hanyan felt a sharp pain in her heart, gritted her teeth, and rushed forward with all her strength.
Huayue and Jiang Yuzhe guarded her behind, and even facing the sword light that was coming head-on, they no longer blocked and dodged like before, but slightly staggered the vital points, and at the same time they were injured, they also stabbed the sharp long sword into the opponent. body of. Only this kind of tactics of killing each other can injure a few more enemies and relieve some pressure for Mu Hanyan.
However, under the opponent's crazy offensive, even Ye Lanyan and Uncle Yun couldn't escape for a while, let alone them.
Seeing that the ancestral hall was shaking more and more violently amidst the muffled rumble, and the coercion of the divine sense released from it became stronger and stronger, Huayue gritted her teeth and took out the magic-destroying gun again.
"Hua Yue!" Mu Hanyan exclaimed, feeling the unique killing and violent aura of the Demon-Breaking Spear.
"Young master, don't worry, if you use it again, it shouldn't cause too much damage." Huayue obviously knew the consequences of using the magic-breaking gun forcibly with the technique of blood sacrifice, and also knew that she couldn't hide it from Mu Hanyan, so she said frankly.
Mu Hanyan didn't say anything more, and she also knew that in this situation, they had no other choice except to let Huayue use the power of the Demon-Breaking Spear.
Jiang Yuzhe looked at Huayue, although sometimes his reaction was a little slow, but after hearing what the two of them said, and seeing Mu Hanyan's worried expression, he could guess that Huayue's use of the blood-sacrificing spear was not completely useless. harm, but he also knew that they had no choice.
The tip of the Demon-Breaking Spear was aimed at the chest again, and at the moment Huayue was about to stab, Jiang Yuzhe suddenly exclaimed, "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" Mu Hanyan and Huayue glanced out of the corner of their eyes, and looked in the direction of Jiang Yuzhe's gaze.
A blood mist rose into the sky from behind the group of black-clothed swordsmen, followed by a shrill scream.
Before Mu Hanyan and the others understood what was going on, another mist of blood flew up with another scream.
However, with just a few breaths, dozens of blood mist flew one after another, and one after another black-clothed swordsman fell into a pool of blood.
Among the dense crowd of black-clothed swordsmen, a straight passage appeared as if it had been plowed.
A slightly thin young figure was slowly walking towards Mu Hanyan and the others, and the long sword in his hand was dripping with blood beads.
His body was stained with blood, some belonged to others, and some belonged to himself. There were deep bloodstains on the torn clothes, but his face still maintained a cynical smile. But at this time, that smile was full of chilling murderous intent.