Mu Feng still didn't understand how this waste straw bag in front of him, a mere first-order swordsman, could rely on the broken copper and iron in his hand to block his cohesive sword that was comparable to a divine weapon, looking at the sword in his hand, and then looking at the sword in Mu Hanyan's hand, Mu Feng was puzzled.

Hearing Mu Hanyan's arrogant words, Mu Feng didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, only felt a hot pain on his face, as if he had been slapped in the face.

"Mu Hanyan, don't be complacent too early, let you see my true strength now. Mu Feng gritted his teeth and slashed out at Mu Hanyan with all his might.

In an instant, the chill filled the sky, and the air around him became extremely cold.

This is a great skill of Mu's swordsmanship, and it is also a big killing move.

Previously worried about Mu Hanyan's identity, Mu Feng had no intention of killing, at most he just wanted to bully him and humiliate him, but at this time, he was provoked by Mu Hanyan's words, how could he think about it so much, as soon as his brain was hot, he directly used his most proud sword, which was also the most lethal sword.

Seeing this sword, many people's faces changed.

Yue Fanling's heart tightened, and she wanted to stop it, but the next moment, her hand was gently held by Mu Rui'an, stopping her movements. Yue Fanling was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Mu Rui'an, but saw Mu Rui'an's face solemn and calm, but a complicated joy flashed in his eyes. Seeing this, Yue Fanling no longer moved, and sat down quietly to continue watching.

Everyone didn't know how Mu Hanyan blocked Mu Feng's sword just now, it was estimated that the sword in her hand was a little weird, in short, no one would think that a mere first-order swordsman, the famous waste wood straw bale prince in Black Rock City, could do this with his true strength.

But even if that sword is a legendary divine weapon, his true strength is still limited, how can he be able to take this sword to kill the eight desolations, this is one of the seven major killing moves in the Mu family's swordsmanship.

Mu Hanyan's expression was as usual, looking at the oncoming sword with murderous intent, and he didn't even make a move to pull the sword.

What is he doing here? Seeing that Mu Hanyan didn't react, the crowd around him was puzzled: Are you scared stupid? Just now he looked like he couldn't be arrogant and domineering, why was he so scared stupid so quickly. Waste wood is waste wood, even if you hold a magic weapon, the mud still can't support the wall.

Almost everyone had deep contempt for Mu Hanyan in their hearts, but soon, they knew that they were wrong.

Mu Feng's murderous sword suddenly stopped and hung in the air. This time, it was not the long sword in Mu Hanyan's hand that blocked it, but two slender fingers.

Mu Hanyan smiled faintly, his two fingers moved lightly, the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if he picked up a petal, and easily caught a sword that Mu Feng slashed out with all his might.

Sword killing the Eight Desolations, one of the seven major killing moves of the Mu clan's swordsmanship, was easily resolved in this way.

On the martial arts arena, there was a gasp sound. If it was said that Mu Hanyan blocked Mu Feng's cohesive sword before, because the long sword in her hand seemed ordinary, but it was actually a divine weapon, then this time, how should it be explained?

With a flick of Mu Hanyan's fingers, he took a few steps back with his sword and said, "The two moves have passed, and then let you make the last move." ”

When he said this, Mu Hanyan's heart was surging and fluctuating, and he felt unprecedentedly happy. There is no more grievance when there is no weak chicken!

Strength, this is the self-confidence and pride brought by strong strength.