207 does not know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade

Speaking of which, Jiang Gaode and Jiang Xinli's strength is slightly inferior to Jiang Renyi, but the two are biological brothers, and what they are best at is joint fencing skills.

This set of illusory swordsmanship of guns and arrows was unleashed, and Jiang Renyi was more than several times more powerful, and he could even compete with the slightly weaker great swordsmen.

Fortunately, although Mu Hanyan does not have the strength of a great swordsman, he has long experienced their joint fencing skills.

The figure moved, and the cold smoke was gone, but it was already in the rain of guns and arrows.

"What is she doing, is she looking for death?" Seeing Mu Hanyan's actions, Jiang Gaode and the others were stunned at the same time.

They are confident in this set of combined fencing skills. From Mu Hanyan's body, it was not difficult for them to see the strength of her ninth-order swordsman, such age, such strength, and that beautiful face, they had never seen it in their lives.

However, this is not enough to be the capital to compete with them. They once faced a great swordsman-level master, although none of them were the opponent of the other party in a single fight, but in the end, the other party was still helpless against their joint fencing skills, and the two sides fought fiercely for a long time, and finally could only shake hands and make peace.

The Great Swordsman is still like this, not to mention a man who is just in the early stage of the ninth order.

"Since you are looking for death, then don't blame us for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. The two sneered at the same time as if they were in the same mind, and mercilessly unfolded their swords and swept towards Mu Hanyan.

has followed Jiang Tian for many years, and I have seen with my own eyes how many green girls have been crippled to death by him, and where do they still have the slightest pity for jade.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's slender figure shrouded in a rain of guns and arrows, the hearts of the two even swelled with inexplicable pleasure.

But soon, they realized that they were wrong.

Mu Hanyan's footsteps moved lightly, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward, his figure fluttering like a ghost, sometimes as fast as a wind, sometimes as slow as a mountain. Although the dense sword light flew past her, it could not hurt her in the slightest.

And her figure is getting closer and closer to the two.

Such a scene was something that had never been experienced in the face of the Great Sword Master, and Jiang Gaode and Jiang Xinli both felt extremely uneasy at the same time.

"Kill!" the two of them shouted at the same time, abandoned the defense and attacked, and slashed out tens of thousands of swords to attack Mu Hanyan.

This is clearly a sword momentum that is born after death, and if it is not successful, it will become benevolent. But they didn't have a choice, this combined fencing technique of Lin Lin Arrow Rain was their biggest support, if Mu Hanyan was allowed to break through their combined sword formation like this, they would definitely die.

"Kill!" Mu Hanyan's mouth also drank softly at the same time.

In the vast night, a piece of silver light sprinkled through, like frost and snow, so cold and piercing, and thunder and lightning, so fierce.

In an instant, the air seemed to condense and become so cold.

Bright red blood flowers burst out, looking so weird and poignant.

The three figures staggered by, and Mu Hanyan stopped, but in an instant, his clothes were completely stained red with blood.

And Jiang Gaode and Jiang Xinli stood still for a long time as if they were dead, and after a long time, they saw a bloody arrow rising from the throats of the two of them.

The full force of the two of them left them to die, and after all, they still left dozens of wounds on Mu Hanyan's body, but Mu Hanyan's sword ruthlessly took away their lives.

"What a ruthless sword!" The two looked at Mu Hanyan's faint smile on his face, and the ruthless coldness in his eyes, and fell to the ground unwillingly.