A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Pei Qiuyi's mouth. He didn't know how long he could hold on. He was even afraid that when the magic weapon's blessing became weaker and his strength gradually returned to its original level, he might be dragged down by the other party. , died by Tang Bufan's sword accidentally.
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Of all the people, only appearance is the most relaxed. With those demon eyes that can see through thousands of changes, and the "Demon Sword Heart Killer" that is full of monster aura and extremely dirty, he completely takes the initiative on the field .
The strange and changeable figure shuttled among Lu Zhenhuan's thousands of sword lights like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out at almost impossible angles, pointing directly at the opponent's vitals.
On Lu Zhenhuan's body, he could no longer see the previous self-confidence, his face was covered with cold sweat, his legs were clamped from time to time, and his posture seemed extremely weird.
He was scared, and everyone could see that Lu Zhenhuan was scared. This is not surprising, as long as it is a man, he will be afraid of Zirong's dirty but unpredictable swordsmanship. Not to mention Lu Zhenhuan, every time when the beautiful long sword stabs out, even the audience sitting in the senior can't help clamping their legs, as if a cool air is blowing past.
Lu Zhenhuan didn't dare to let Zirong get close to his body at all, so he could only use all his strength to perform "Thousand Machine Sword Transformation" again and again, laying a huge sword net in front of him.
The sword skill that was originally used for attacking and being invincible has completely turned into a defensive sword skill at this moment, and even he himself feels aggrieved.
It can be seen that this sword skill has greatly consumed his energy. His sword robe has long been soaked in cold sweat, and even the hand holding the sword formula is trembling slightly.
Ziying's complexion is also very ugly, revealing a kind of sick ashes. Although the opponent's Qianji Sword Transformation was greatly depleted, his Demon Eyes and Demon Sword Heart Kill were also depleted. At this time, he is not far from the end of his power.
Although so far, neither of them had any scars on their bodies, not even a hair was broken, but everyone could see that the battle between them was extremely dangerous.
If Zirong exhausted his strength first, or lost his mind a little, he would die among the thousands of sword shadows, and he might die without a whole body, and be cut into blood clots by the opponent. And as long as Lu Zhenhuan is in trouble, his life will definitely be in danger. Maybe the death will not be so miserable, but it must be more tragic. After all, every part of Zirong's sword is not so elegant.
For a man, whether he dies on the battlefield or in a fair duel, it is not a tragedy. Since the body is broken into pieces, it can be said that he died in a proper place, but if he is stabbed to death by the beautiful swordsmanship, I'm afraid I won't be able to lift my head if I'm a ghost.
Seeing the two people hovering on the verge of life and death with every sword strike, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
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The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the loud noise was shocking. Mu Hanyan was once again shocked by Jing Jianjue's sword, and retreated to the edge of the competition stage. Mu Hanyan struggled to stabilize his footsteps, and a thread of blood slowly flowed along the corner of his mouth. Dye her white sword robe red.
"Mu Hanyan, are you still unwilling to use your strongest sword?" After repeated fierce attacks, Mu Hanyan's meridians were finally injured. Jing Jianjue finally regained some confidence and said coldly.
"It's time to end it." Mu Hanyan looked at Huayue and the others who were fighting bloody battles and had reached the critical moment, and said after taking a deep breath.
Huayue and the others have obviously tried their best, and they can't last long, and they can't delay any longer. Moreover, she was almost unable to hold on anymore.
"Then, let us decide the outcome with one sword." Jing Jianjue has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
"Xingluo, Bahuang!" Mu Hanyan slowly raised his long sword.
This is her strongest blow, and also her final blow. If you don't succeed, you will succeed. She has no other choice.
"Heavenly Killer, Absolute Sword!" Seeing the absolute meaning in Mu Hanyan's eyes, Jing Jianjue's expression became more dignified than ever, and he also raised his long sword.
"Swipe!" Two sword glows slashed out at the same time, as if the world was about to be shattered under their sword glows.
Jing Jianjue's eyes were burning with raging flames, and his fighting spirit was burning to the extreme.
The power of the magic weapon of the temple was also urged to the extreme, and it was all blessed on him.
This was the last strike, and he had absolute confidence that this strike would kill Mu Hanyan on the spot, so there was no need to worry about Qin Ba and the others.
A cruel grin appeared on Jing Jianjue's face, as if he had seen Mu Hanyan's tragic death under the sword, as if he had heard the cheers from the audience, as if he had seen his father's vigorous smile.
Killing Mu Hanyan, getting the piece of destiny astrolabe, and joining forces with his father after his strength improved, no one from the Yue family can stop their ambitions. The Wu family will definitely get the throne of Shangyue, and in the future, he will sit there Under the dragon chair, overlooking thousands of people.
At this moment, Mu Hanyan's figure suddenly disappeared.
Apparate! Jing Jianjue was no stranger to Mu Hanyan's life-saving skills. On the day Mu Hanyan defeated Lu Junran, Wu Tianxiong put away his contempt for her and began to send people around to collect information about her.
Unlike Huayue and others who are unknown, Mu Hanyan is also well-known in Anyun country. Even though Anyun and Vietnam have severed diplomatic relations, there are still merchants who travel between the two countries through Western Qin or Northern Qi, and want to inquire about her. Not difficult.
So Jing Jian definitely knew Mu Hanyan a little bit, and knew how powerful he was at shifting shapes and shadows.
Jing Jianjue sneered, this move may be effective against others, but it would be too small to underestimate him if used against him. Others may not know it, but he knows it all too well. When Mu Hanyan's transformation is over and the moment she reappears is actually the moment when she is the weakest.
He has fully blessed himself with the power of the magic weapon of the temple at this time, and his combat power is already much stronger than that of Mu Hanyan, but she still dares to use shape-shifting, isn't that courting death? Others may not be able to catch the fleeting fighter, but how could he miss it
Jing Jianjuejian was fully concentrated, and the sword's momentum was slightly withdrawn, ready to deal with Mu Hanyan's sudden blow.
"Idiot!" At this moment, Mu Hanyan's contemptuous sneer suddenly came from his ears.
Jing Jianjue was slightly taken aback, as if he had thought of something, that strong uneasiness came to his heart again.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Hanyan's figure reappeared in his field of vision, but instead of appearing beside him as he expected, he flew back, the so-called ultimate sword of falling stars , was also taken back by her long ago.
Obviously, Mu Hanyan had no intention of fighting him with a sword.