The palace stopped trembling, the prehistoric contract on the gate no longer flickered, and the golden light shining on Sword Spirit Puppet quietly dissipated. The entire valley was deadly silent.
However, this silence did not last long. Soon, those sword spirit puppets let out painful howls, but still rushed forward frantically holding their long swords high, but the power of the sword was obviously much weaker than before.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Qu Shanling in surprise, never expecting that he has such a mysterious skill, why didn't he discover it before
"Kill them quickly, quickly!" Qu Shanling said in a trembling voice, the veins in his hands were exposed, and his whole body was sweating like rain.
Although they don't know what is the secret of his move, that he can suppress the prehistoric contract that even Ye Lan is helpless, but just looking at his appearance, Mu Hanyan and others also know that he can't hold on for too long. Mu Hanyan couldn't care less about being surprised, and Ye Lanyan went to kill the sword spirit puppet on the opposite side first.
Without the blessing of the prehistoric contract, the strongest of these sword spirit puppets is no more than the seventh-rank sword master. Even if they try their best, and even hold the heart of dying together, how can they be able to block the full attack of Mu Hanyan and others . One after another figures fell to the ground, their hearts shattered and their souls scattered. In order to avoid future troubles, Mu Hanyan and the others didn't even keep a trace of their souls for them.
Although they know that these sword spirit puppets are only controlled by others and are innocent themselves, they know that they must not have any hesitation or mercy at this time, otherwise not only they will suffer, but perhaps the entire Holy Court Continent will suffer from it .
In just a moment, hundreds of sword spirits fell to the ground, lifeless. Only the last man in black was still standing in front of the altar, singing in a low voice. His body was riddled with holes from the golden beam of light, and he was shaking violently because of the pain.
He stared blankly at Mu Hanyan, blankly, with a strange look flashing through his eyes.
Suddenly, he stopped singing, turned around and stabbed Mu Hanyan with his sword.
Huayue and the others subconsciously stood in front of Mu Hanyan, with serious expressions on their faces. But soon, they realized that their actions were unnecessary. The strength of this black-clothed man was not stronger than those sword spirit puppets, and even worse, but he was only a third-level sword master. No threat to Mu Hanyan.
Before they could make a move, Mu Hanyan had already strode forward, and the Han Xiao Sword pierced straight towards the opponent's heart.
A surprising scene happened. Facing Mu Hanyan's stabbing sword, the man in black did not block or evade, but opened his arms to greet him.
"Hey", the Han Xiao sword pierced into the opponent's chest, but stopped when it was only a hair's breadth away from the heart vein.
Almost all the sword spirit puppets have died, and only the last person in front of him is left. Mu Hanyan still has too many questions in his heart that he can't find the answer to. Judging from the strange look in his eyes just now and his final act of asking for his own death, it seems that he still has some self-awareness, and Mu Hanyan didn't want to kill him so soon.
While restraining the sword's momentum, Mu Hanyan flew with her left hand, restraining her several vital points, preventing her from moving.
With a wave of his hand, Mu Hanyan lifted his veil, revealing a seductive face.
"It really is you!" Mu Hanyan said coldly. The girl with a coquettish face in front of her is none other than Zhao Lingxian, the Fourth Miss Zhao who has been fighting with her since she was a child, and can be said to have a deep hatred for her!
When she gave orders to those sword spirit puppets before, although her voice was mechanically empty and without any emotion, Mu Hanyan still heard a sense of familiarity, and the final result confirmed her guess.
However, at this time, Zhao Lingxian no longer had the enchantment that charmed all living beings before, and that beautiful face was full of pain and despair.
"Mu Hanyan, kill me, kill me!" Zhao Lingxian looked at Mu Hanyan, panting like a wounded beast, and her pretty face was distorted by the pain, looking extremely ferocious.
"Who ordered you to do this?" Mu Hanyan asked coldly.
Judging from the pain on Zhao Lingxian's face at this moment, she is obviously not the real mastermind, and the real mastermind is someone else.
In the last battle at Feilai Peak, Zhao Lingxian was seriously injured and almost died by Mu Hanyan's sword, but was rescued by Yun Qianmo in the end. In other words, Yun Qianmo should be the real mastermind behind the scenes, but thinking that Regarding the relationship between Ye Lanyan and Yun Qianmo, Mu Hanyan was very unwilling to accept such a result, so he asked this question.
"Didn't you already meet him when you were at Feilai Peak last time?" Miss Zhao Si said with a miserable face.
"It's really him." Although he knew the result earlier, the final decision made Mu Hanyan feel sad. Subconsciously looking at Ye Lanyan, he saw that his face was calm, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.
"Why did he do this?" Ye Lan asked Zhao Lingxian.
"I don't know, I don't know, he is a devil, please, kill me." Miss Zhao Si was trembling in pain, twitching, begging Mu Hanyan bitterly.
Mu Hanyan held the Hanxiao sword in his hand, but he didn't make the final fatal blow for a long time. Seeing her enemies from childhood reduced to such an extent, she felt a little sad in her heart. Speaking of which, everything Zhao Lingxian did was for the benefit of the family, and she was actually the same as her, except that her temperament was too extreme, her methods were too insidious, and her methods were too vicious.
If it wasn't for the sake of the family, if she hadn't acted so despicably and viciously, maybe they would have become friends.
"Mu Hanyan, I was wrong before, I was the one who was sorry for you, please, kill me, kill me, I don't want to be a fool, I don't want to live like a ghost, I beg you..." In Zhao Lingxian's eyes, tears of regret flowed down.
Mu Hanyan nodded, and the cold sword finally pierced into Zhao Lingxian's heart.
The moment the Hanxiao sword pierced Zhao Lingxian's chest, Mu Hanyan discovered that not only was her body riddled with holes from the golden beam of light, but her meridians were also covered with scars, and she was completely different from ordinary people. Looking at the situation, it is clear that the meridians were cut off one by one, and then reassembled and continued.
It is not difficult to imagine how much inhuman torture and pain Zhao Lingxian has experienced in the process of being sacrificed to become a sword spirit, and even after becoming a sword spirit, she still has to bear it every time she uses energy. Same pain. After all, the Sword Spirit Puppet is much stronger than the Necromancer Sword Slave that Zhao Lingxian refined, and the price he paid is naturally much higher.
However, the other Sword Spirit Puppets completely lost their ego and could ignore such pain, while Zhao Lingxian still retained some ego, and under the torment of this pain, he couldn't bear to live.
Living soberly is the cruelest thing for her.