Without any choice, Lu Zhenhuan could only back up, backing up as fast as possible. Huayue took the lead, so of course she wouldn't let him go, and followed him like a shadow.
On the other side, Tang Bufan also met Pei Qiuyi. Although his strength was the weakest among them, his fighting spirit was also the strongest.
His eyes had turned blood red, like a wounded wild animal, he had lost his mind and only had the desire to kill.
The sword in his hand also crazily attacked Pei Qiuyi time and time again, without defense, without retreating, every sword was a swordsmanship that would perish at the same time, a swordsmanship that would put him to death without life.
Among the people around Jing Jianjue, Pei Qiuyi's defense was the strongest. With the powerful defense of Qingshuang sword and shield, except for Jing Jianjue and the improved Qin Ba, even if he faced Liang Qian and Lu Zhenhuan, he could He won't show any signs of failure, but facing Tang Bufan who is like a madman, he is restrained.
Yes, his defense is strong, even if Tang Bufan fights for his life, it will be difficult to take advantage of it, but his weak attack power is his biggest weakness. At this moment, Tang Bufan is full of flaws. If he wants to kill Tang Bufan, he can do it with one sword, but it is absolutely impossible not to pay any price, because every sword of Tang Bufan is determined. The idea of dying together.
Although relying on the strength far surpassing his opponent, he still left a few bloody wounds on Tang Bufan's body, but in order to avoid being hurt by Tang Bufan, these swords were not satisfactory in terms of angle and strength, and could not be given to Tang Bufan at all. He inflicts fatal injuries.
Tang Bufan, who was injured, didn't seem to feel any pain at all. He roared angrily, like a madman, and his offensive was even fiercer, and he was even more willing to sacrifice his life.
All of a sudden, Pei Qiuyi, a majestic eighth-rank sword master, and Tang Bufan, a second-rank sword master, fought inseparably.
Everyone in the audience was too shocked to speak. Who would have imagined that a burden that was despised or even ignored by everyone would be so terrifying when its true strength exploded.
Looking at Huayue and the others again, everyone's expressions changed. Only then did they know how wise it was for Lu Junran, Yi Xingtian and the others not to choose to attack them during the competition two days ago. If they really choose Huayue and the others first, they will only lose faster and worse!
Jing Jianjue's face also changed slightly, and he also did not expect that although Huayue and others were not high in cultivation, their real strength was so terrifying.
Looking at Jing Jianjue who was attacking head-on, Mu Hanyan showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Huayue and the others have successfully restrained Qin Ba and the others. Next, it's up to her.
"I admit that your followers are indeed very powerful. I underestimated them. Unfortunately, your strength is still far behind mine." Jing Jianjue took a breath and said.
"You mean that you rely on the magic weapon of the temple to improve your strength? It's a pity that you not only underestimated them, but also underestimated me!" Mu Hanyan smiled proudly.
"God kills, Absolute Sword!"
"Xingluo, Bahuang!" The two long swords slashed out at the same time with the momentum of breaking the sky.
The sword light soared into the sky, the wind and clouds surged, and gusts of wind passed by, as if the end was coming.
"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, the entire competition platform trembled violently.
The two figures split apart as soon as they touched each other, and were shocked by the powerful energy and retreated again and again.
One step, two steps, three steps... nine steps, each retreated nine steps, and the two stopped separately.
The first time they played against each other, the two were evenly divided.
Looking at the two figures standing proudly, everyone was shocked again.
Although this sword failed to determine the winner, but was evenly divided, everyone can see that Mu Hanyan is only a sixth-level sword master, while Jing Jianjue's improved strength at this time is a great sword. division.
Just as there is a world of difference between a great swordsman and a ninth-rank swordsman, there is also a qualitative difference between a great swordsman and a ninth-rank swordsman. Mu Hanyan is only at the sixth level of the sword master, no matter how strong his ability to challenge beyond the ranks is, it is impossible to compete with the great sword master, and he has not suffered at all.
You know, for the vast majority of cultivators in this world, even the gap between a ninth-level swordsman and a great swordsman is an insurmountable barrier.
Mu Hanyan, how did she do it
Not to mention others, even Jing Jianjue himself was shocked, he almost had the word "impossible" written on his face.
Without giving him time to think, Mu Hanyan rushed forward again.
"Nine days, Xingluo!" Mu Hanyan's confidence was greatly increased in the first fight, and he no longer used the Xingluo Bahuang sword. Although the last fight with Yi Xingtian, the memory of the Aolai beast Inheritance has awakened a part again. She has a deeper understanding of the starry sky, and she has been able to exert 60% of its power, but the consumption of energy has not changed at all, and she can only use three swords. She doesn't want to Burning out too early.
"Heavenly Killer, Absolute Sword!" Jing Jianjue hadn't figured out the secret of Mu Hanyan's sudden increase in strength. Seeing Mu Hanyan's sword light slashing again, he could only put aside his distracting thoughts and greeted him again.
When the two swords collided, Jin Ming resounded crisply, Jing Jianjue was knocked back six or seven steps again, but Mu Hanyan retreated eight or nine steps. After all, the power of Jiutian Xingluo is much weaker than that of Xingluo Fanchen.
Before she could stop, Mu Hanyan twisted her waist and waved her wrists, and flew up again.
"Chuck, choke, choke..." With seven strikes in succession, Jing Jianjue was knocked back six or seven steps with each strike, while Mu Hanyan retreated eight or nine steps.
After the Seven Swords passed, both of them retreated to the edge of the competition stage.
Although Mu Hanyan was slightly at a disadvantage with each sword strike, she was obviously not injured, and took the time to stroke the hair on her forehead, her expression was still so calm.
And everyone off the stage, including Jing Jianjue on the stage, was full of disbelief.
"How did you do it?" Jing Jianjue asked with a slow breath.
His face no longer had the previous arrogance, but became extremely dignified.
I thought it would be easy to suppress Mu Hanyan even without the help of Qin Ba and other four people to increase the strength of the great sword master with the blessing of the magic weapon of the temple. I didn't expect that the first confrontation turned out to be evenly divided. I didn't take advantage of it at all. In the next six consecutive slashes, Mu Hanyan obviously preserved his strength, and he still couldn't hurt her at all.
At this time, Jing Jian never dared to look down on Mu Hanyan any more, and completely regarded her as an opponent of the same level.
"Do you think you are the only one who has a magic weapon, and I don't?" Mu Hanyan smiled lightly.
It was only then that Jing Jianjue noticed that on Mu Hanyan's wrist, a crystal clear bracelet was emitting a fantastic light. The rich and solid power of heaven and earth centered on the bracelet and shrouded Mu Hanyan's body.