"Whoever sent you, I can pay double the price for my life. Yan Yuchu's eyes shrank sharply, and he said in a deep voice. Although he was not lightly injured, he had completely exhausted his strength in order to use the sword just now, and now he couldn't even use any strength, and this assassin obviously had enough strength to spare, at least there was no problem in killing him.

"I shouldn't have said anything, but seeing that you have achieved such things at such a young age, I will let you die to understand. You shouldn't have come to this world at all!" The assassin stabbed out with a sword.

"What do you mean, let me die to understand!" Yan Yuchu was stunned, and obviously didn't understand the assassin's words, and shouted in despair.

Although the assassin was also seriously injured, the power of this sword was still not under the great swordsman, so where could he resist it at this time?

He knew that he was going to die, but he was too unwilling. It was not until the night of his sixteenth birthday that he suddenly opened his mind like an initiation, and it took only half a year to reach the realm of the sword master, and he was appointed as the lord of Silk City by his overjoyed grandfather.

His glory had just begun, so how could he die at this time? However, no matter how unwilling and reluctant he was, the facts could not be changed.

Yan Yuchu's eyes were dead ashes, and there was no longer half of his look.

Just when Yan Yuchu was completely desperate, a long sword silently stabbed out from behind the assassin.

"Look for death!" is a professional assassin who has a far better premonition of danger than ordinary people. Although Mu Hanyan's sword had tried its best to conceal his aura, it was still detected by the other party. Feeling the biting cold behind him, the assassin's voice was alert, and with a roar of rage, he temporarily put Yan Yuchu aside, turned around, and stabbed the tip of his sword straight into Mu Hanyan.

The desire to smoke a cold knife behind his back was frustrated, and Mu Hanyan could no longer continue to hide his strength.

Even if the other party is seriously injured, she can still exert the strength of the great swordsman, and if she dares to hide her strength, she is looking for death.

With a twist of his wrist, the Hanxiao Sword swept through the sky.

A little frost, thousands of cold snow, fluttering in the sky!

Illusion Swordsmanship!Swordsman Ninth Order.

"You, you're the ninth order!" Yan Yuchu exclaimed.

His heart throbbed, although Mu Hanyan was using the ninth-order phantom swordsmanship at this time, it was a little different from the phantom swordsman of the other ninth-order swordsmen.

The so-called illusion swordsmanship is just to exert the speed of the sword technique to the limit, and the power is also controlled exquisitely, and the resulting illusion is used to confuse the eyes and shock the mind, and the illusion itself has no power at all.

And when it comes to the tenth level of the swordsman, that is, the level of the great swordsman, the control of the strength has reached another level, and the illusion swordsmanship has advanced to the transformation of swordsmanship, one sword turns into thousands, and one sword gives birth to everything.

The original illusion is no longer an illusion, but a real existence, which can be like a dragon, a tiger, a summer thunder and winter snow, and the power is multiplied.

The cold snow and frost that Mu Hanyan turned into with his sword, although it did not reach the level of swordsmanship, but it also made him feel a chill to the bone, and his hands and feet even had a sense of stiffness for a moment, which obviously exceeded the level of ordinary illusion swordsmanship, which was equivalent to stepping into the threshold of a great swordsman with one foot.

If it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of this assassin just now, he would probably have been defeated by his men. Thinking of this, Yan Yuchu was scared for a while.

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