Mu Hanyan had never heard of any exercises in this world that could convert damage into his own strength, and this was obviously because of his natural powers.

Of course, it doesn't matter what the reason is, the important thing is that Mu Hanyan once again understood a truth, it is really a terrible thing to get sick from the spirits.

"Mu Hanyan, I'm going to kill you, Lingxian, you look at it carefully, I'll avenge your blood hatred!" Zhao Sining's whole body was bleeding, and he was getting closer and closer to Ao Fangchen, and suddenly shouted on his back.

"Poof!" Mu Hanyan almost didn't spew out, and it was only then that she remembered that it was not only Ao Fangchen who was being remembered by the spirit disease, but also herself.

It was not only Mu Hanyan who was surprised, but also heard Zhao Sining's roar full of hatred, Ao Fangchen was also slightly stunned, and his palm was also slightly weak.

Although this change is extremely subtle, how keen Mu Hanyan's six senses are, how could he miss this rare opportunity.

Without any hesitation, Mu Hanyan slashed out with a sword again.

Under the suppression of Ao Fangchen's strength, no matter how strong their defense is, it will eventually be broken, only by attacking, can they have a glimmer of life, and at this time, it is the best opportunity!

Although Yue Fanchen did not have Mu Hanyan's keen six senses, his reaction was not slow at all, as soon as he saw Mu Hanyan move, he immediately pressed the injury, clenched his long sword and followed towards Ao Fangchen!

"Mu Hanyan, give me death!" Zhao Sining also slashed at Ao Fangchen with a sword.

This sword is so hateful, and this sword is so unrepentant!

Even if Mu Hanyan was concentrating on responding to the enemy, she almost stumbled and fell to the ground when she heard this, she really didn't understand that Ao Fangchen's white hair and folds on his face were not the slightest resemblance to herself, and more importantly, he was obviously by Zhao Sining's side, how did he treat Ao Fangchen as his own.

But Mu Hanyan didn't have time to think about it so much, the last sword was a sword that decided life and death, and it didn't allow distraction at all, so that funny thought just flashed like lightning in her mind, and immediately, she melted all her mind into that sword.

The three sword rays converged again, and the strange lights of the Dao Dao flashed alternately, and several completely different sword intents fused perfectly, like the reincarnation of life and death.

"Look for death!" Ao Fangchen didn't expect that it was his own stunned kung fu, and the other party actually found an opportunity to fight back again, seeing those few sword rays attack in front of him like lightning, he was shocked and shouted angrily.

It's too embarrassing, it's really embarrassing, as one of the most transcendent seniors and elders in the Holy Court, he has used ninety percent of his combat power, and he can't control a few juniors who haven't even arrived at the Sword Saint, and even gave the other party a chance to fight back.

Under the shame and indignation, Ao Fangchen finally used ten percent of his combat power.

Mu Hanyan and the three of them tried their best to slash their swords, and they were only less than half a foot away from Ao Fangchen's chest, and at this moment, the two huge palms slapped down violently.

An endless force rushed towards him like a volcanic eruption, and the sword slashed out by the three of them was like being held tightly by an invisible hand, and it was impossible to move forward a single point, and the power contained in it also melted as quickly as ice under the scorching sun.

After all, it's still a chess game! Mu Hanyan sighed secretly.

Although the three of them joined forces, the sword power that erupted was even unexpected by Mu Hanyan himself, but the gap is the gap.