Could it be that it was in the void that the foundation was hurt? Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan's heart was slightly cold. Oriental Reading Network

Ciyue Fanchen hurt the foundation, or relied on that sword intent and her divine blood to heal it, if it was herself, who could cure it?

"Moo!" was thinking in his heart when he heard a beast roar behind him.

The sound of rumbling hooves followed, and the earth trembled, Mu Hanyan turned his head to see that a huge wild boar was rushing towards him with white gas.

Slate Pig! Mu Hanyan is no stranger to this kind of terrifying beast, and he has seen a lot of experience in the Longyan Mountains before.

Speaking of which, the slate pig can be regarded as an extremely powerful existence if it is only compared to ordinary beasts, but as a strange beast, it is definitely not powerful, at most it is equivalent to the strength of the second and third orders of the sword master, and the top foreign beast like the berserk stone demon beast is still a world of difference, Mu Hanyan was not promoted to the sword saint as he wished, and he did not take this strange beast in his eyes.

If you don't have long eyes, you really think that you are being bullied by dogs in Pingyang...... Oh no, it's bullied by pigs, and it's actually bullied to the head of Miss Ben!

"Nine days, the stars set. Mu Hanyan slashed out with a sword.

Since the Holy Lord appeared in the sky, she has been so oppressed that she has not even had a chance to turn over, and she has been so depressed that she is dying of depression, so she has not been polite to this slate pig who does not have long eyes at all, and her shot is second only to the Eight Desolations of Starfall.

Of course, with her strength at this time, even if it is not the strongest attack, it is enough to make the heavens and the earth change color and make the sun and the moon dull, I dare not say that it will destroy the heavens and the earth, but it is also enough to overturn the rivers and seas.

However, when the sword slashed out, Mu Hanyan suddenly found that not only was the speed of his strength running much slower, but his power had dropped sharply.

That sword light was so soft and weak, not to mention that the sun and moon had no light and the sky changed color, Mu Hanyan didn't see much light flashing from the long sword at all.

I seemed to have overestimated myself before, and with such a sword power, it would be good to have a swordsman of the fifth order.

The fifth-order swordsman, the battle against the slate pig equivalent to the second and third orders of the swordsman? The outcome does not need to be guessed, except for being tortured to death alive and trampled into pulp, there will be no other possibility.

What shocked Mu Hanyan even more was that the slate pig roared while running, and then spit out an ice pick, yes, it was no longer a whirring white gas, but a crystal glittering ice pick, and the sharp tip of the cone revealed a strong breath of death.

The slate pig actually sprayed up the ice, what kind of slate pig is this, no matter how mutated it is, it won't mutate like this.

"Starfall, Eight Desolations!" Mu Hanyan was taken aback, and he didn't have time to think about it, let alone dare to retain his strength, and the Starfall Eight Desolations at the bottom of the box were finally displayed.

The sword finally looked decent, and I saw a faint blue white sword light pass by like lightning, colliding with the ice pick in the air.

A patch of ice crystals fell, as if a cold winter was approaching and a blizzard was coming.

It's a pity that this is a slightly decent sword, but the power is still very limited, although the ice pick was cut in half, the remaining half of the icicle still flew towards Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan's heart was also like falling into an ice cave, and the Starfall Eight Desolations that could have used three swords were almost exhausted with only one sword this time.

Since he can't beat it, he can only run, although there is not much strength left, but Mu Hanyan still has Qingyun Feiyu, with the speed of this magic weapon worthy of the Sword Saint, it must be no problem to escape.

Although it was a bit embarrassing for the master of the dignified swordsman to be forced into the desert by a slate pig and escape, but at this time, Miss Mu was not ashamed.

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