Enveloped by the cold murderous aura, Zong Dingfang felt his scalp go numb, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. He has been famous for many years, and he has experienced eighty if not a hundred duels, but this is the first time that he really feels the threat of death.
In a hurry, he didn't even have time to dodge. To be more precise, Mu Hanyan's sword was too weird and too fast. edge.
The only thing he could do was to continue the previous action and stab Mu Hanyan with a sword. It's not that he wants to die with Mu Hanyan, but that he has no choice at all, and he can't just do nothing and wait for death.
His sword finally had some effect. The sword edge passed over Mu Hanyan's shoulder, and a spray of blood flew out. Mu Hanyan's sword trembled slightly, and pierced into his chest. Only by a hair.
"What a vicious sword technique!" Shou Dingfang looked at Mu Hanyan, a bloody arrow shot up into the sky from his chest, and his body fell straight down.
Although the sword missed by a tiny bit and failed to kill him directly, but the distance was too close and the strength of the sword was vibrating, which still caused his heart to be severely injured.
"This kid's strength doesn't seem to be as strong as last time." Before passing out, Zong Dingfang felt a sense of gratitude in his heart. If the power in Mu Hanyan's sword is still as strong as last time, and with such a weird sword technique, how can he still survive.
Without any hesitation, Mu Hanyan took advantage of Zong Dingfang's serious injury and fell to the ground, and rushed out from the door.
The brocade box also fell to the ground, the lid shook open, and the inside was empty. This is the box used to hold Huaqi Pill, and the pill was given to Mu Ze, so the box was naturally empty.
"Good boy, you dare to trick us." Seeing this scene, Qu Shanhai and He Songhua were furious, and flew after them.
As soon as he left the tea house, the bright sunlight pierced his eyes, and Mu Hanyan was refreshed. Although her strength is not as good as that of Qu Shanhai and others, but with her current strength as a ninth-level swordsman, if she is determined to escape, the opponent may not be able to catch up to her.
Just as she was thinking in this way, Mu Hanyan suddenly felt a flash in front of her eyes and staggered under her feet.
"The sword is poisonous!" Mu Hanyan immediately realized. The small wound on her shoulder didn't affect her at all, the only possibility was that the sword was poisoned.
"This old pervert really thinks highly of me, he doesn't even want the dignity of being a great swordsman." Mu Hanyan cursed secretly.
How did she know that Zong Dingfang regarded her loss at the hands of Mu Hanyan last time as a great shame in her life, and she no longer dared to despise her in the slightest. Well prepared, even disregarding the dignity of the swordsman, poison was quenched on the sword.
Just as she was staggering, Qu Shanhai and He Songhua had blocked in front of her.
"Run, let's see where you can go." He Songhua said with a sinister smile.
"Despicable and shameless." Mu Hanyan forced herself to curse, gritting her teeth.
"Those who make big things don't care about small things, don't you even understand this? So what about being mean and shameless, as long as we kill you, who would know that we are mean and shameless." He Songhua said snortingly.
"It's not that easy to kill me." Mu Hanyan said firmly.
The scene of being attacked and assassinated in the previous life and dying tragically on the spot resurfaced again, and strong anger and unwillingness also filled his chest. She can't die, absolutely can't die, even if she still has a breath, she will fight to the end.