If they are stronger, they still have a chance to fight against Zirong, but the only thing they rely on is their sword skills. The sword skills are completely inconsistent with their own cultivation. Facing a nemesis like Zirong, how can they survive? Chance
Looking at Zirong's demon pupils that hadn't fully returned to normal, even the few black-robed old men felt frightened in their hearts.
Following his order, more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen rushed towards Zirong.
The exquisite sword style swayed out, forming a dense sword net, trapping Zirong in it.
The hearts of Mu Hanyan, Huayue and the others were suspended. Although Zirong had a pair of monster eyes that could see through the opponent's sword skills, his own strength was still too weak, and he might not be able to maximize the advantages of the monster eyes. Facing the joint siege of more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen from the Guiyu clan, it would never be as easy as before.
It's a pity that although the other party has assigned more than a dozen people to deal with Zirong, the others are still holding back Mu Hanyan and the others. Even if they want to help, they are beyond their reach.
Huayue's hand held the Demon-Breaking Spear again, making up her mind that once Zirong was in danger, she would not hesitate to use the technique of blood sacrifice and borrow the hidden power in the Demon-Breaking Gun again.
They obviously still underestimated Zirong's demon pupils.
Two streams of blood sprayed at the same time, and a black-clothed swordsman fell to the ground and died. Until his death, he was still tightly covering the wound in his heart, but he couldn't stop the spray of blood mist and the disappearing vitality.
The other blood mist came from Zirong. Although he killed the ninth-rank swordsman in front with a single sword, there was also a deep scar on Zirong's shoulder.
Surrounded by heavy siege, even with monster eyes, he can no longer be as relaxed as before.
However, he still kept the previous smile on his face, and walked towards Mu Hanyan step by step with firm steps.
Blood sprayed out from his body one after another, but his sword also pierced out from all angles in an unimaginable way, so ordinary, yet unstoppable.
If you have to describe his swordsmanship, there are only two words: accurate!
No matter how ordinary his swordsmanship looks, and no matter how slow his speed seems, each sword can accurately find the opponent's most fatal weakness.
It wasn't until the sword pierced the opponent's heart easily without hindrance that others would realize that perhaps, his swordsmanship could be faster. The reason why he deliberately slowed down was just to catch The only flaw that appeared at that moment gave the opponent a fatal blow.
A black-clothed swordsman fell at his feet, until he died, his face was full of unwillingness: why, why his swordsmanship is not at all exquisite, and it is as slow as dancing with hands, but it makes people Why can't you hide
It's a long story, but in fact everything is but a moment. Although Zirong's sword is not fast, but its efficiency is extremely high. Every time the sword is stabbed, a black-clothed swordsman falls helplessly at his feet, losing his vitality forever.
Finally, after killing the last black-clothed swordsman who tried to intercept, Zirong came to Mu Hanyan. Jiang Yuzhe and Huayue grinned at their appearance. This feeling of one step, one kill, and finally a smooth reunion made their hearts turbulent and stable. Zirong smiled back at the two of them, then looked at Mu Hanyan.
"My lord, leave this to me." Zirong said calmly.
His appearance at this time was already covered in cuts and bruises. Even if every scar was not fatal, the bloodstains all over his body were still shocking.
However, his smile is still so calm, still with a bit of cynical meaning. It makes people feel more at ease.
The pupils of one black and one white also became more bewitching.
Mu Hanyan nodded, jumped up suddenly, and swept towards the ancestral hall. The Hanxiao Sword in his hand also emitted ten thousand rays of light, just like the legendary ancient sword that opened up the world.
Several black-clothed swordsmen were about to make a move to stop them when they saw Zirong's long sword stabbing fiercely. Their swords were only halfway out before they fell powerlessly to the ground and died.
"Stop him!" The expressions of several black-robed old men changed drastically, and they flew to stop Mu Hanyan.
Of course Ye Lanyan would not let them succeed, taking advantage of their chaos, he swung his long sword, and an old man in black robe was killed by his sword.
Although the other two old men in black robes were so angry that their eyes were tearing apart, they didn't dare to act rashly anymore. They could only resist Ye Lanyan's attack while watching Mu Hanyan slash towards the ancestral hall with his sword.
"Crack!" There was a crack, and the ancestral hall, which was already old and crumbling, was broken by Mu Hanyan's sword, and collapsed towards both sides.
Under the powerful sword power, even the ground paved with blue bricks was lifted away, revealing a long stone ladder.
Moving his gaze down the stone ladder to the bottom of the ancestral hall, a dark brown altar appeared in sight.
A man was lying on the altar, surrounded by various sacrificial vessels, all of which were obviously made by alchemy. This man was about twenty years old, wearing a gorgeous robe, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, but his complexion was ashen, like a dead man, but there was a mocking smile on his mouth, which was indescribably weird.
"Where is Han Feng?" Mu Hanyan's gaze quickly moved away from the man and looked around.
Looking around quickly, Mu Hanyan didn't see Mu Hanyan's figure. Could it be that there was something wrong with the induction of the Hanxiao sword, and mistakenly mistook a sacrificial vessel on the altar for the Chixiao sword. After all, no matter how psychic the Excalibur is, it is still a sword, not a person, and it relies on breath instead of eyes to sense things. It is not surprising that such mistakes occur.
Anyway, Mu Hanyan heaved a long sigh of relief when he didn't see his younger brother, and his heart that had been hanging high also fell back to reality.
But soon, Mu Hanyan's heart tightened again.
Around the altar, there is a long row of prisons, which are full of bones. If you read correctly, they are all the remains of young girls. In the prison at the end, Mu Hanyan saw a few A young girl who had just died, from the face of ashes, even the fear and despair of the last moment of life can be seen.
Boundless anger burned violently in Mu Hanyan's heart.
Although she still doesn't know what kind of evil method Gui Yu used to improve her sword skills, but seeing the bones of these girls, she can also imagine that it must be at the cost of the lives of these girls.
No wonder the Guiyu clan didn't need to take pills, sacrifice their lifespan, or even worry about leaving any hidden dangers, so they could greatly increase their combat power and display exquisite sword skills that far surpassed their own cultivation. The price, but at the cost of the lives of these girls.