"Whoever sent you here, I can pay double the price to buy my life." Yan Yuchu's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he said in a deep voice. Although both of them were seriously injured, he had exhausted all his strength to use the sword just now, and now he can't even exert any strength, but this assassin obviously still has more strength, at least killing him is no problem.
"I shouldn't have said anything, but seeing that you have achieved so much at such a young age, I'll let you understand. You shouldn't have come to this world at all!" After finishing these words, The assassin stabbed out with a sword.
"What do you mean, let me understand!" Yan Yuchu was stunned, and shouted in despair as he obviously didn't understand the assassin's words.
Although the assassin was also seriously injured, the power of this sword is still not inferior to that of the great swordsman. How can he resist it at this time
He knew that he was bound to die, but he was too unwilling. In the past, like Mu Hanyan, he was regarded as a waste material, and was forgotten among many brothers and sisters. It was not until the night of his sixteenth birthday that he suddenly became enlightened. Arrived at the realm of the sword master, and was appointed as the lord of Xiushui City by his overjoyed grandfather.
His glory has just begun, how can he die at this time? However, no matter how unwilling and unwilling he is, the facts cannot be changed.
Yan Yuchu's eyes were ashen, and there was no more energy in them.
Just when Yan Yuchu was in complete despair, a long sword stabbed out from behind the assassin without a sound.
"Looking for death!" As expected of a professional assassin, his premonition of danger is far better than ordinary people. Although Mu Hanyan tried his best to conceal his breath with this sword, he was still noticed by the other party. Feeling the piercing cold behind him, the assassin sounded alert, shouted angrily, temporarily put Yan Yuchu aside, turned around, and stabbed Mu Hanyan with the tip of his sword.
Mu Hanyan's desire to draw a cold knife behind his back was defeated, and Mu Hanyan could no longer hide his strength.
Even if the opponent is seriously injured, she can still display the strength of a great swordsman. If she still dares to hide her strength, she will seek death.
With a twist of the wrist, the Han Xiao Sword swept across the sky.
A little bit of frost, thousands of cold snow, dancing all over the sky!
Illusory sword technique! The ninth rank of swordsman.
"You, you are rank nine!" Yan Yuchu exclaimed.
My heart skipped a beat. Although Mu Hanyan was displaying the ninth-level phantom swordsmanship at this time, it was somewhat different from other ninth-level phantom swordsmen.
The so-called phantom swordsmanship only exerts the speed of the sword technique to the limit, and controls the power exquisitely, so that the illusion produced is used to confuse the eyes and shake the mind. The illusion itself has no power at all.
And at the tenth level of the swordsman, which is the level of the great swordsman, the control of strength has reached another level. The phantom swordsmanship is advanced to the swordsmanship of transformation, one sword transforms thousands, and one sword produces all phenomena.
The original illusion is no longer an illusion, but a real existence, like a dragon, like a tiger, like Xia Lei and Dongxue, and its power is multiplied.
Although Mu Hanyan's snow and ice melted with the sword did not reach the level of swordsmanship, it also made him feel a bone-chilling chill, and his hands and feet even felt stiff for a moment, which was obviously beyond the level of ordinary magic swordsmanship , which is equivalent to stepping into the threshold of a great swordsman with one foot.
If it hadn't been for this assassin who suddenly appeared just now, and he underestimated the enemy, he might have lost to him. Thinking of this, Yan Yuchu felt frightened.