The corners of Pei Qiuyi's mouth showed a bitter smile, he didn't know how long he could hold on, he was even afraid that when the blessing of that magic weapon became weaker and weaker, and his strength gradually fell back to his original realm, he was likely to be dragged down alive by the other party, and one accidentally died under Tang Bufan's sword. Books.com ( . V o Dt . c o M）

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Among all of them, probably only the posture is the most relaxed, with that pair of demon pupils that can see through thousands of changes, and the demonic and extremely filthy "Demon Sword Heart Killing", he completely occupies the initiative of the scene.

The strange and changeable figure shuttled through Lu Zhenhuan's thousands of swords like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out at an almost impossible angle again and again, pointing directly at the vital point under the opponent's body.

Lu Zhen's illusory body can no longer see the previous self-confidence, his face is covered with cold sweat, his legs are clamped from time to time, and his posture looks weird.

He was scared, everyone could see that Lu Zhenhuan was afraid. It's not surprising, as long as it's a man, he will be afraid of this dirty and unfathomable swordsmanship. Not to mention Lu Zhen's illusion, every time the posture long sword was stabbed, even the audience sitting in the seniors couldn't help but clamp their legs, as if a cool air was swishing through.

Lu Zhenhuan didn't dare to let Zirong get close to him at all, so he could only do his best, casting the "Thousand Machine Sword Transformation" again and again, and laying a huge sword in front of him.

The sword technique that was originally used to attack invincible was completely turned into a defensive sword skill at this moment, and even he felt aggrieved.

It can be seen that this sword skill has greatly consumed his strength, and his sword robe has long been soaked in cold sweat, and even the hand holding the sword technique is trembling slightly.

Zirong's face was also not good-looking, revealing a sickly dead ash. Although the loss of the opponent's Thousand Machine Sword Transformation is extremely large, the loss of his demon pupil and demon sword heart killing is not small, and at this time, he is not far from the end of the strong crossbow.

Although so far, the two of them have not had the slightest scars, and not even a single hair has been broken, but everyone can see that the battle between them is even more dangerous.

If Zi Rong is the first to exhaust his strength, or if he is slightly distracted, he will die from the thousands of sword shadows, and it is likely that he will die without a whole corpse, and will be cut into blood clots by the other party. And as long as Lu Zhenhuan is not good, his life is absolutely difficult to protect, maybe the death will not be so miserable, but it must be even more tragic, after all, the part that each sword stabs at Zirong is not so elegant.

For a man, whether he dies on the battlefield or dies in a fair duel, it is actually not tragic, since the corpse is broken into thousands of pieces, it can be said that he died as he deserves, but if he is stabbed to death by the swordsmanship of the posture, he is afraid that he will not be able to raise his head even if he is a ghost.

Looking at the two of them who were hovering on the edge of life and death with each sword, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

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The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the loud noise was shocking, Mu Hanyan was once again shocked back by Jing Jianjue's sword, and retreated to the side of the test bench, Mu Hanyan struggled to stabilize her footsteps, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed along the corner of her mouth, dyeing her white sword robe red.

"Mu Hanyan, are you still unwilling to use your strongest sword?" After repeated fierce attacks, he finally injured Mu Hanyan's meridians and internal organs, Jing Jianjue finally regained some self-confidence and said coldly.

"It's time to make a decision. Mu Hanyan looked at Hua Yue and the others, who were fighting bloodily and had reached the point of life and death, and took a deep breath and said.

Kazuki and the others have obviously done their best, and they can't hold on for long, so they can't delay any longer. Moreover, she is about to run out of support.

"Well, let's go to the show. "Jing Jian has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Starfall, Eight Desolations!" Mu Hanyan slowly raised his long sword.

This was her strongest blow and her final blow. If she doesn't succeed, she becomes a beneficiary, and she has no other choice.

"Heaven kill, absolute sword!" Seeing the absolute meaning of Mu Hanyan's eyes, Jing Jianjue's expression became even more solemn than ever, and he also raised his long sword.

"Brush!" The two sword rays slashed out at the same time, as if heaven and earth were going to be shattered under their sword rays.

Jing Jianjue's eyes were burning with raging flames, and his battle intent was also burning to the extreme.

The power of the temple's magic weapon was also promoted to the extreme, and all of it was blessed on his body.

This is the last sword, he has absolute confidence, this sword will definitely be able to kill Mu Hanyan on the spot, so there is no need to worry about Qin Ba and the others anymore.

A cruel smile appeared on Jing Jianjue's face, as if he had seen the scene of Mu Hanyan's tragic death under the sword, as if he had heard the cheers of the audience, and as if he had seen his father's high-spirited smile.

After killing Mu Hanyan, getting the Heavenly Destiny Astrolabe, and joining forces with his father after his strength was improved, no one in the Yue family could stop their ambitions, and the Wu family would definitely be able to get the throne of Yue, and in the future, he would sit under the dragon chair and look down on thousands of Li people.

At this moment, Mu Hanyan's figure suddenly disappeared.

On the day Mu Hanyan defeated Lu Junran, Wu Tianxiong put away his contempt for her and began to send people around to collect information about her.

Unlike Huayue, Mu Hanyan is also well-known in Anyun Kingdom, although Anyunyue and the two countries have broken off diplomatic relations, there are still merchants who travel to the two countries through Western Qin or Northern Qi, and it is not difficult to inquire about her.

Therefore, Jing Jian definitely Mu Hanyan also knew a little about him, and knew that he was very good at changing shapes.

Jing Jianjue smiled coldly, this move may be effective against others, and it would be too much to underestimate him when used against him. Others may not know, but he knows very well that when Mu Hanyan's transformation and shadow change ended, the moment she reappeared was actually her weakest moment.

At this time, he had completely blessed himself with the power of the magic weapon of the temple, and his combat power was originally much stronger than Mu Hanyan, and she actually dared to cast a shape-shifting shadow, wasn't that looking for death? Others might not be able to capture that fleeting fighter, but how could he miss it?

Jing Jian Juejian concentrated, and his sword momentum was slightly retracted, ready to deal with Mu Hanyan's sudden blow.

"Idiot!" At this moment, Mu Hanyan's contemptuous sneer suddenly came from his ears.

Jing Jianjue was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and that strong uneasiness surged into his heart again.

As soon as the words fell, Mu Hanyan's figure also reappeared in his field of vision, but instead of appearing on his side as he expected, he flew backwards, and the so-called ultimate sword of the Eight Desolations of Star Fall had already been taken back by her.

Obviously, Mu Hanyan had no idea of fighting him at all.