Mu Hanyan suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to have experienced such a scene somewhere, as if in a dream, as if in a previous life, as if countless reincarnations were before, so clear, but so far away.
But after taking another look at Yi Xingtian, Mu Hanyan was sure that he had never encountered such an opponent, nor had he experienced such a situation.
"Xingtian, Jianyong, God's Sigh!" Yi Xingtian made a move.
In an instant, the long sword was full of brilliance, and endless killing intent gushed forth, and the sound of the sword chant also became high-pitched and shrill, like the roar of countless resentful souls full of anger and unwillingness on the ancient battlefield.
This sword was obviously stronger than yesterday's sword, and the killing intent entered the body. Almost everyone felt unprecedented fear in their hearts, and their strength was suppressed to the point where it was difficult to move.
"Plop, plop", some young swordsmen with low cultivation base foamed at the mouth under the might of the killing intent sword, and fainted on the spot.
The audience in the audience was still like this, but Mu Hanyan on the stage was the first to bear the brunt, and his expression changed drastically.
Yi Xingtian's sword contained the strength of her own eighth-level sword master, as well as the power of a divine sword, and the most terrifying thing was the thousands of killing intent in that sword.
It's fine if it's just to bring fear to people. The key is, under the stimulation of this killing intent, both Yi Xingtian's own strength and the power of the divine sword will be multiplied.
Mu Hanyan believed that the power of an ordinary sword master was nothing more than that. Compared with Jing Jian's strength, which was enhanced by the magic weapon of the temple, Yi Xingtian was even stronger by a large margin.
Mu Hanyan raised the Hanxiao sword, but under that powerful coercion, the sword couldn't be cut out no matter what.
Endless killing intent poured out towards Mu Hanyan, piercing into her mind.
Mu Hanyan's whole body trembled violently. In his previous life, Fen Qianji's sharp sword pierced through his heart, Tang Bufan's unrepentant smile before he died, his deep concern for his parents when they died tragically, and the tragic figure of his brother when he was bathed in blood. Scenes reappeared in front of my eyes.
Mu Hanyan's mind was completely confused. Past and present, all kinds of scenes were intertwined, making it difficult for her to distinguish what was reality and what was memory.
"No, I can't die!" An unprecedented fear also came to my heart.
Seeing the confusion and fear in Mu Hanyan's eyes, I don't know why Yi Xingtian's eyes showed disappointment, and I don't know whether he is disappointed that Mu Hanyan, whom she regards as an opponent, is so vulnerable, or whether he is disappointed by others. of what.
Disappointment was disappointment, but the sword in her hand didn't stop for a moment, and it still slashed straight at Mu Hanyan.
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"Om..." In Mu Hanyan's mind, there was a melodious humming like a fairy sound.
Her mind enters a strange world.
On the vast and boundless wasteland, the bitter cold wind whizzed across the land, and when it passed over the cheeks, it was like a pair of sharp long knives, which made people's cheeks hurt.
The war drums were swinging, the horns were whistling, and countless soldiers in silver armor stepped forward step by step, holding their long swords high. In front of them, countless soldiers in black armor rushed forward like a tide. Unlike the neat soldiers on the opposite side, their formation was much more scattered. Although the armors on their bodies were all black, their styles were much more chaotic. The fighting spirit that erupted was not inferior to the opponent in the slightest.
"Boom!" The soldiers from the two sides collided violently like the tide hitting the shore, making a loud noise like thunder.
The blood splashed, dyed the sky and the earth red.
In one confrontation, thousands of fighters spilled blood on the battlefield. What shocked Mu Hanyan was that even the weakest fighters among them were all masters of sword masters, and those generals were even more powerful, as high as Mu Hanyan. Smoke is unimaginable, because in the Holy Court Continent, there is no such master at all.
In the blink of an eye, the fighters of the two sides fell into a melee, and blood mist sprayed out one after another, fresh and young bodies became cold under the sword, the screams of the injured resounded all over the sky, and the long horns The sound fell back for a long time on the wasteland, like the mournful cries of countless dead souls and resentful spirits.
Mu Hanyan trembled slightly all over. The desolation and solemnity of the ancient battlefield almost made her feel depressed as if a huge boulder had been thrown. The screams of the wounded made her feel inexplicable pain. The thick blood almost made her unable to breathe, and the icy murderous intent unleashed by thousands of holy masters fighting to the death at the same time made her whole body icy cold.
A golden light and shadow came across the air, it was a woman, the battle armor on her body showed a pale golden light, majestic and holy.
is her! Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up. Wasn't this woman the powerful existence who defeated Xing Tiannv and then was plotted to death
She rides a divine beast under her body, her figure is mighty and majestic, and she also reveals a sacred meaning.
Aolai, it turned out to be the Aolai Divine Beast. It turns out that she is the owner of the Aolai Divine Beast! Mu Hanyan was taken aback. After thinking about it carefully, indeed, only such a super strong man could make a king of beasts like Aolai submit to him.
Looking at the tragic battlefield below, the woman actually showed pity and sympathy in her eyes.
"Roar!" Aolai Divine Beast roared to the sky.
The entire battlefield instantly calmed down. Everyone stopped their swords and looked up at the sky in awe.
"Starfall, Eight Desolation!" The woman's long sword slashed out.
The color of the sky and the earth faded, the sun and the moon dimmed, and the whole world became pitch black, but immediately, a pure white sword light illuminated the earth.
"What is she going to do?" Mu Hanyan was surprised again.
Although I don't know how strong her strength is, but just looking at the awe of the people below, I also know that they are completely different from this woman.
Could it be that she wanted to kill the fighters from both sides below to stop the killing! Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan felt a chill in his heart.
But soon, she knew that she was wrong.
The sword light shone down, and it was as warm as the sun at noon, bathing in it, as if soaking in a clear spring.
All the fear, all the anxiety, and all the hostility were all cleared away, as if they had experienced a baptism of the soul.
"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, a gully of ten thousand feet appeared between the two armies, and the soldiers of both sides were separated by the gully that was ten feet deep and one hundred feet wide.
What shocked Mu Hanyan even more was that the wounds on all the wounded soldiers were healing rapidly, but in the blink of an eye, no scars could be seen.
The originally bloody battlefield also seemed to have been washed by rain and became extremely clean.
All the warriors no longer had the previous hostility and killing intent, and this ancient wasteland has become peaceful and peaceful, just like a legendary holy place.