Mu Hanyan had already used up Xingluo Bahuang, which could only be used three times, and naturally couldn't use it easily for the last time, so he could only grit his teeth, and once again used Jiutian Xingluo to compete against Jing Jianjue with difficulty.
One after another sword light cut out, air blades flew in mid-air, and sparks scattered like stars. Under Jing Jianjue's full-strength attack, Mu Hanyan retreated step by step. At some point, traces of blood had already oozed from the corner of her mouth, and her face became extremely pale.
But Jing Jianjue didn't dare to take it lightly, and he didn't dare to distract himself from dealing with Huayue and the others, because he knew that Mu Hanyan still had some energy left, and as long as he was a little distracted, Mu Hanyan might usher in a deadly counterattack .
"Kill her. Only by killing her can the situation of the battle be changed. Otherwise, if one of Qin Ba and the others loses, I will completely lose my chance!" Having lost the confidence to win, Jing Jianjue could no longer remain calm and composed. Looking forward and backward, he pinned all his hopes on defeating Mu Hanyan.
The killing intent on his body became stronger and stronger, and his eyes became a little crazy.
This was certainly the result Mu Hanyan wanted, but in the face of Jing Jianjue's fierce attack after sword after sword, he was still under pressure and fell into a deadly battle.
On the other side, the battle between Huayue and others has also reached a critical moment.
Relying on the innate supernatural power of "Lei Yin Tiandang", every time they fought, Qin Ba on the opposite side was shocked back a few steps. But gradually, everyone could see that his "Lei Yin Tiandang" sword skill actually hurt the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred.
Every time the sword lights intersect, the power of the vibration will increase several times. It is precisely for this reason that Qin Ba, who is known for his powerful attack power, will be shaken back again and again, and even hurt the inner organs of the meridians.
But the doubled shock force also acted on Huayue's body, and even endured more than Qin Ba's. After all, the powerful shock came from his sword, Qin Ba couldn't bear it and could retreat, He can't throw away the long sword.
If it were someone else, he might have died under his innate supernatural powers long ago. Fortunately, Huayue's physique is different from ordinary people, and his physical defense and vitality are so tenacious that even Mu Hanyan can't compare to himself. But even so, his meridian ruptured and the air sea was damaged long ago, and even his blood vessels burst open.
At this time, Huayue's whole body was soaked in blood, and her black sword robe had also turned into a strange purple, but her expression was still so cold, and every time she slashed out with the long sword in her hand, she was still so steady.
A blood-colored flame burned outside his body at some point, even the long sword in his hand seemed to be burning with a blood-colored flame, and the killing intent on his body was also burning like a flame.
On and off the field, few people knew where the bloody flame came from. Only Mu Hanyan and others knew that Huayue forcibly broke the seal of the Demon-Breaking Spear again, borrowing the terrifying and tyrannical power within it.
"Devil!" Looking at Huayue who seemed to have stepped out of the fire-refining hell, the same word appeared in everyone's mind.
That's right, Huayue at this time is exactly the same as the legendary devil from Nether Hell!
That terrifying aura, let alone the crowd on the stage, even Qin Ba on the opposite side showed a look of fear.
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Jiang Yuzhe on the other side of the stage was also covered in blood. Compared with Huayue's battle, the battle between him and Liang Qian was even more tragic.
Liang Qian's sword is too fast, even if Jiang Yuzhe has the innate supernatural power of "clone disillusionment", it is absolutely impossible to injure the opponent unscathed, but Liang Qian wants to find out his real body from the three clones at the last moment , and it is simply impossible to kill with one sword.
Therefore, every time the clone disappeared, Jiang Yuzhe would leave a slender blood hole on Liang Qian's body, but Liang Qian's fast sword would also cut across his body mercilessly.
At this time, the two of them were covered with scars and blood, which made it unbearable to look directly at.
In fact, they didn't have to fight so badly, but Jiang Yuzhe had no choice. He knew that even if the opponent didn't rely on magic tools to improve his strength, he was still too strong. Only this kind of fighting style that hurts both sides can save him from suffering. , or take a little advantage.
The fact is indeed the case, relying on the elusive appearance of Apparatus and the sudden blow of the clone's disillusionment, he completely took the initiative on the field, no matter how fast Liang Qian's sword is, there is always a limit to his reaction. After stabbing each other again and again, Liang Qian's injury was a little worse than Jiang Yuzhe's.
If it weren't for his strength to be stronger than Jiang Yuzhe's by a large margin, and his strength enhanced by the magic weapon of the temple, he might have died under Jiang Yuzhe's sword long ago.
Once again, both sides were injured, both of them panting heavily, letting the blood gushing out, but still firmly holding the hilt of the sword in their hands, and the sense of absoluteness in their eyes became stronger and stronger.
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The battle between Jiang Yuzhe and Liang Qian was actually not the worst. The worst was Tang Bufan.
His strength is far lower than that of his opponent, so he can only rely on his will to die and his strong will to attack his opponent time and time again.
Although Pei Qiuyi's attack power is not strong, and his swordsmanship is not exquisite, Tang Bufan's strength as a swordsman at the sixth level is not comparable. Relying on the defensive sword skills of the Qingshuang sword and shield, he was already invincible, and every time he caught Tang Bufan's flaws, he would leave a shocking bloodstain on his body.
The sword robe on Tang Bufan's body is no longer complete. Under every damage, there is a wound of flesh and blood, and even the bones are faintly exposed, but he doesn't notice it, as if he is completely immune to all pain, as if The injured beast, like a madman who lost his mind, pounced forward time and time again.
That crazy fighting spirit, that vow to die, shocked everyone, and also made everyone fearful. It wasn't until this moment that they realized that Mu Hanyan's so-called dragging subordinates were so terrifying under the outbreak of risking their lives.
Pei Qiuyi was also secretly timid. On the surface, he had the upper hand, but only he knew that his energy was fading rapidly, and even his legs trembled slightly. , and the magnitude becomes smaller and smaller.
He didn't know how many times he thought that Tang Bufan would fall down on the spot because of his injuries after stabbing out the sword, but every time, he was disappointed.
Tang Bufan's body seemed to contain endless power. His solid body was like an ancient pine standing against the wind after thousands of years of wind and rain, and would never fall down.
Of course Pei Qiuyi knew that Tang Bufan's strength was not that tyrannical, and his energy was not that abundant. However, he is fighting with his will, and he is also fighting with his life. Such an opponent is respectable and even more terrifying.