"It's you who took my fiancée away?" When Mu Hanyan was secretly angry, Zirong had already stepped forward and asked murderously.
"You mean that woman? That's right, we caught her." The middle-aged man glanced at Zirong contemptuously, and said arrogantly without any excuses.
"Go to hell!" After getting the answer, Zirong didn't say any more nonsense, and suddenly flew past, stabbing at the opponent with a sword.
This sword is as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning, and its murderous aura is fierce and unstoppable, containing all of Zirong's anger and hatred.
And that sword's momentum was also extremely tricky, the blade hummed, and it transformed into thousands of sword shadows, each of which pointed directly at the opponent's vitals.
Even Mu Hanyan sighed secretly when she saw it. If she hadn't been promoted to the third level of sword master, she would not be able to take the sword with full confidence if she only had the strength of the first level of sword master.
It seems that the matter of his fiancée not only aroused his anger and hatred to the extreme, but also brought his potential to the limit. Mu Hanyan was not interested in talking nonsense to the other party at first, and was ready to make a move, but when she saw that Zirong made the move first, she stopped.
During these days, although his appearance was calm on the surface and he never mentioned Yu Qingwan's affairs, Mu Hanyan knew that his heart had never been at peace, and inadvertently, he could see the deep love in his eyes. worry and anxiety.
It's just that he is not the kind of person who loves his sons and daughters, and he is not the kind of person who will feel sad when encountering a little setback or hardship, or use alcohol to drown his sorrows. He knows that no matter how much he talks, no matter how worried he is, it will not help. So I took all my worries to heart.
At this moment, the worry and anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally found a breakthrough. If he was not allowed to vent to his heart's content, Mu Hanyan was really worried that his mind would be affected and his temperament would change drastically.
She didn't want her appearance to become the evil star that killed the ruthless child's night cry in her previous life. Although her appearance is a bit shameless now, she is still much cuter than the evil star who blocked the killing Buddha.
And with the powerful combat power displayed by the appearance at this time, there shouldn't be any danger. She just wanted to see how terrifying the appearance with its potential bursting to the extreme was.
The middle-aged man also showed surprise in the face of a sharp sword that surpassed the limit of his appearance. Obviously, he did not expect that a mere great swordsman could display a combat power not weaker than that of an ordinary first-order swordsman.
The middle-aged man flicked his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his hand. This sword was covered in blue and gray, without any brilliance, but it gave people a strange and gloomy feeling. The long sword trembled rapidly, and the showers of sword lights were also full of eerie feeling.
"Chuck, choke, choke..." There was a sound of gold and iron clashing densely like raindrops, and the thousand-point sword star, whose appearance was as fast as a lightning meteor, was blocked one by one by the opponent.
Amidst the muffled sound, the middle-aged man clapped his palm on Zirong's shoulder.
Zirong was shaken by this palm and retreated seven or eight steps before she managed to stabilize her footsteps. Her body was also trembling constantly, obviously suffering some internal injuries.
"Such exquisite sword skills, such strong strength!" Mu Hanyan was greatly surprised.
Zirong's sword that surpassed the limit just now is like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, which can already be called exquisite. Unexpectedly, this man's swordsmanship is even more exquisite. He blocked it, and finally gave Zirong a slap.
The opponent's sword should have hidden his strength. Others may not be able to accurately see his strength from this sword, but Mu Hanyan can tell that his strength should be the fourth-level sword master. Yijian's super-level performance was completely beyond his expectations, so that he failed to fully display his strength in a hurry, and his appearance may have been seriously injured by his men.
"Very vulnerable!" The middle-aged man showed his arrogance again with a slap on his face.
"I'll kill you!" Zirong roared angrily, and rushed forward again.
"Zirong, stop!" Mu Hanyan called to Zirong. He was able to escape the catastrophe just now because the sword was so unexpected that even Mu Hanyan was secretly surprised. Suffered internal injuries.
Although Zirong was unwilling, she didn't dare to disobey Mu Hanyan's order. Hearing this, she immediately stopped and slowly put away her long sword. Just looking at the man's eyes, she was still full of anger and hatred.
"If you are wise, let me say it one last time, hand over those two people, and I will spare your lives, otherwise, the village will be left alone." The man pointed his sword at Mu Hanyan and said arrogantly.
"You don't have a chance to say it again." Mu Hanyan slowly drew out the long sword, looking at him like looking at a dead person.
"I didn't want to kill people today, but since you all want to die, you can't blame me." The middle-aged man understood the meaning of Mu Hanyan's words, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes, and he said with a grin.
"My lord, if we fight together, no matter how strong he is, he may not be our opponent." Seeing the grin on the middle-aged man's mouth, Patriarch Fang said anxiously.
Mu Hanyan had originally been kind to the Fang family to save and take him in, and now he has become the suzerain followed by their Fang family. Of course, he didn't want to see Mu Hanyan take risks.
"No need." As soon as Mu Hanyan's voice fell, it was already cut with a sword.
To deal with such an opponent, the more people the better, the Fang Patriarch and the others are a lot weaker after all, and if they fight together, they won't be of much help, but it is more likely to be a disservice.
The sword glowed like snow, and the frost and snow danced, and the surrounding air became icy cold.
When Mu Hanyan was still in the realm of the swordsman, she used the Hanxiao Sword to comprehend the Frost Snow Dance's sword transformation technique. Although she did not use the Hanxiao Sword at this time, but with the strength of the third-level sword master, This technique of turning into a sword is even more powerful, where the sword energy reaches, the frost and snowflakes have substance, which is completely different from the phantoms and shadows before.
"Third-level sword master, I really have some confidence, but unfortunately, I am a fourth-level sword master!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly, and slashed out with a sword.
The higher the strength of the cultivators in the Holy Court Continent, the harder it is to be promoted. Although the difference between the third and fourth ranks of sword masters is only one level, for ordinary people, the difference between this level is likely to be a world of difference, which is also considered holy. Ting Continental's open secret.
Therefore, he didn't take Mu Hanyan's third-level sword master's strength into his eyes at all.
It's a pity that he didn't notice that when he reported his strength, let alone Huayue and others, even Patriarch Fang, who was still worried before, showed a look of disapproval.
He couldn't see through his strength before, and now he uttered such wild words that he would make the Fang family village go away at every turn. To be honest, Patriarch Fang was a little frightened. In the end, when he proudly reported his strength, he realized that he was only a fourth-rank sword master.