"The ninth level of swordsman, it's actually the ninth level..." Mu Ziqing never imagined in his dreams that this "brain" full of dandies turned out to be not just the seventh level of swordsman, but the ninth level. Watching this scene in a daze, he relaxed and passed out.
The assassin obviously didn't expect that the seventh-rank swordsman who was slapped unconscious on the ground with a casual slap by himself just now turned into a ninth-rank swordsman, and his real combat power was not even weaker than the tenth-rank sword who had just advanced Sergeant was also taken aback.
If Mu Hanyan showed no resistance at all, he might still be a little vigilant, but Mu Hanyan was clearly fighting with the strength of a seventh-level swordsman, and it seemed that he had tried his best, and even vomited Blood, this naturally gave him an illusion that this person was nothing more than that, so he completely let down his vigilance.
The assassin turned around in a hurry, and under the cover of the Frost Snow Manwu's phantom sword technique, his arms froze slightly, and the sword's momentum slowed down a little.
In the battle between masters, the moment of life and death, just this one point is enough to decide life and death.
"Hey..." Mu Hanyan's sword pierced his heart, and it was only one point away from piercing his heart veins and killing him.
"Who the hell are you?" Mu Hanyan asked coldly.
No one likes to live in the shadows forever, and neither does Mu Hanyan. But now, she doesn't even know who the hidden enemy is, so how can she live with peace of mind
"You won't know." The assassin looked at her and said calmly, with a weird smile on his face.
"Be careful!" Mu Hanyan was vigilant, pulled out the Hanxiao sword fiercely, stretched out her arm, and quickly retreated while grabbing Yan Yuchu.
With a loud "boom", the assassin's whole body exploded, and a strong airflow rushed out, blasting the bursting flesh and blood into fine powder.
Mu Hanyan took a full twenty steps back before stopping, her clothes still rattling by the air current.
"What a cruel method." Mu Hanyan took a deep breath.
Self-explosion of sword energy, this is a deadly technique that can only be performed by a master of the sword master realm, and it is also the last choice to die together when there is no way out. However, it is not easy to cultivate to the level of a sword master, so even if the vast majority of sword masters in this world know that they are invincible and are willing to fight to the death for the last chance, they will never choose to blow themselves up.
If you try your best, you still have a chance to survive. Once you use this trick, you will completely cut off your back.
I don't know the origin of this assassin. Not only did he strike fiercely and decisively, but he was also cruel and ruthless to himself.
Mu Hanyan couldn't help but think of the person who assassinated her last time. After the failure, that person also turned into nothingness under the terrifying power of Xinghuan Qianji. She used to complain that this guy was too ruthless to kill him. Now that I think about it, if he really survived, I don't know what kind of tricks he will use to die together. With his strength as a first-level swordsman at that time, he must be dead but not alive. I should thank Xinghuan Qianji for his talent right.
The cold wind blew past, taking away the slight sense of blood in the air, Mu Hanyan's mood also calmed down, and she looked at Yan Yuchu beside her.
"Who the hell is this guy? Who the hell is this guy?" Yan Yuchu was also deeply shocked by the other party's sternness, and murmured to himself in a daze.
Anyway, his life was saved by Mu Hanyan, so he didn't have any hostility towards her at this time.
"It doesn't matter who he is, what matters is that he is more than one person." Mu Hanyan said in a deep voice.
"What do you mean?" Yan Yuchu turned around abruptly, staring at Mu Hanyan.