The barrier of [Sacred Hand Weaving the Sky] has been supported, and the flames did not hurt her.
But Muyan found that the spiritual power in her body was rapidly consumed.
If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before she will be burned into a scorched corpse just like Da Furen because her spiritual power is exhausted.
What's more, she still has to maintain the [Holy Hand Weaving Heaven] on Wei Zi.
The consumption of spiritual power has doubled.
Muyan frowned slightly, plucking the strings in her hands.
She had to think of a way as soon as possible, otherwise, she could only be slowly worn down to death by Ning Zongxiang.
However, Ning Zongxiang did not give her time to think.
The Lie Yan Jue enveloped the entire hall.
He suddenly pulled out his double mace from his waist, and swung it down towards Muyan.
There was a loud bang.
Muyan's body swayed, and the barrier covered by the holy hand weaving the sky flickered, as if there was a crack appearing.
And the spiritual power that was already consumed so quickly was burned by more than half.
Ning Zongxiang looked at her pale face and struggling to support her, laughed loudly and said, "I see how long you can last!?"
"It seems that it won't last long." Muyan sighed slowly.
"Hahaha, if you are willing to obediently admit defeat now, crawl to my feet, and serve me well, I will spare your life!" Ning Zongxiang laughed more and more recklessly.
The double maces in his hands didn't mean to stop attacking at all.
However, the double mace was swung down again, but it didn't land on the protective cover, but was directly swung into the air, splashing a spark on the ground.
The already scorching temperature in the room increased even more.
On the roof, from time to time, burnt sawdust fell down.
Muyan stood a few meters away from Ning Zongxiang, and the heaven-weaving barrier covering her slowly disappeared.
But around her, seven long swords of different colors appeared.
In the firelight, the girl raised the corners of her lips, showing a wanton smile, "Since you can't last long, then don't hold on, and just take your dog's life!"
Ning Zongxiang looked at the seven long swords that appeared out of thin air, his pupils constricted suddenly.
Just now, he watched with his own eyes that the guqin in the girl's hand disappeared and turned into a colorful long sword.
Moreover, each of the seven long swords exudes powerful spiritual power, far exceeding the breath of a fourth-grade spiritual weapon.
What the hell is this piano
Could it be, isn't that a fourth-rank spiritual weapon, but a fifth-rank, sixth-rank... ninth-rank, or even a rare divine weapon in the world? !
If so, is this really an artifact
If so, he Ning Zongxiang got the artifact
Does the Ning family still live in this corner of the Min-Green Realm
He, Ning Zongxiang, still uses every day to flatter the sect of the Qingtian Realm and do everything possible to send his son to the great sect
Thinking of this, Ning Zongxiang couldn't help but tremble.
The greed and longing in his eyes were even hotter than the temperature in this hall.
However, while he was having a sweet dream, he suddenly felt a strong and dangerous aura rushing towards his face.
Ning Zongxiang shuddered all over, and suddenly dodged to avoid it.
But it was still a step too late.
There was a tearing sound, and a big hole was torn in the clothes on his chest.
Followed by the pain of flesh and blood being cut.
A deep bone-deep wound appeared on his left chest.
If Ning Zongxiang hadn't dodged immediately, he would have been directly pierced through the heart and died.
The crystal clear Qijue Sword turned around and returned to Muyan's hand.
She looked at Ning Zongxiang's injuries with regret—it was only a little bit close to taking the man's life.