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Mu Hanyan suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to have experienced such a scene somewhere, like a dream, as if he had a previous life, as if countless reincarnations ago, so clear, but so far away. Please search (product & book ¥ net) to see the most complete! update the fastest

But after glancing at Yi Xingtian again, Mu Hanyan was sure that he had never encountered such an opponent, nor had he experienced such a scene.

"Xingtian, sword song, sigh of the gods!" Yi Xingtian made a move.

In an instant, the light of the long sword was glorious, and the infinite killing intent erupted, and the sound of the sword groan also became high-pitched and poignant, as if countless resentful souls on the ancient battlefield were full of anger and unwilling roars.

This sword, obviously, yesterday's sword was even more powerful, and the killing intent entered the body, and almost everyone's heart was full of unprecedented fear, and the strength was suppressed so much that it was difficult to operate.

"Plop, plop", some young swordsmen with lowly cultivation actually foamed at the mouth under the sword power of the killing intent, and fainted on the spot.

The audience in the audience is still like this, and Mu Hanyan of the stage is the first to bear the brunt, and his expression changes drastically.

Yi Xingtian's sword contains the strength of her own sword master of the eighth order, and also contains the power of the divine sword, and the most terrifying thing is the thousands of killing intent of that sword.

If it is just to bring fear to people, the key is that under the stimulation of this killing intent, both Yi Xingtian's own strength and the power of the divine sword have increased exponentially.

Mu Hanyan believed that it was an ordinary sword saint's shot, and the power was nothing more than that, and the strength of the Jing Sword was definitely improved by the magic weapon of the temple, and Yi Xingtian was even much stronger.

Mu Hanyan raised the Hanxiao Sword, but under that powerful pressure, this sword couldn't be cut out.

Endless killing intent poured towards Mu Hanyan and pierced into her mind.

Mu Hanyan's whole body trembled violently, in his previous life, the snow-bright sword tip that pierced his heart, Tang Bufan's unrepentant smile before he died, his parents' deep concern when they died, and the tragic figure of his younger brother when he fought bloodily, reappeared in front of him one by one.

Mu Hanyan's mind was confused, the past and present lives, all kinds of scenes were intertwined, making her unable to distinguish what was reality and what was memory.

"No, you can't die!" The unprecedented fear also welled up in my heart.

Seeing the confusion and fear in Mu Hanyan's eyes, I don't know why Yi Xingtian's eyes showed disappointment, and I don't know if I was disappointed that Mu Hanyan, who she regarded as an opponent, was so vulnerable, or if I was disappointed in something else.

Disappointment to disappointment, the sword in her hand did not stop for a moment, and still slashed straight towards Mu Hanyan.

......

"Hum" Mu Hanyan's mind, there was a pleasant hum like a fairy sound.

Her mind enters a strange world.

In the vast and boundless wasteland, the cold wind howled across the earth, and when it swept over the cheeks, it was like a sharp long knife, sweeping people's cheeks painfully.

The war drums were swinging, the horns were whining, and countless soldiers in silver armor marched in neat steps, holding their long swords high, and advancing step by step. Ahead, countless soldiers in black armor poured in like a tide, different from the neat soldiers on the opposite side, their formation was much more scattered, although the armor on their bodies was all black, but the style was much more chaotic, but the battle spirit that erupted from their bodies was not inferior to that of the other party.

"Boom!" the soldiers of the two sides collided violently like a tide crashing on the shore, making a loud sound like thunder.

Blood splattered, staining the sky red, and the earth red.

In one confrontation, thousands of warriors spilled blood on the battlefield, and what shocked Mu Hanyan was that even the weakest warriors were all masters of the Sword Saint, and the strength of those generals was even higher, so high that Mu Hanyan couldn't even imagine it, because in the Holy Court Continent, there were no such masters at all.

In the blink of an eye, the two warriors fell into a melee, blood mist sprayed out, a fresh and young body became cold under the sword, the screams of the wounded resounded throughout the sky, and the long horn sound fell back in the wasteland for a long time, like the unwilling sorrow of countless undead souls.

Mu Hanyan's whole body trembled slightly, the desolation and tragedy of the ancient battlefield almost made her heart depressed as if she had dropped a thousand catties of boulders, the miserable screams of the injured made her heart feel inexplicable pain, the thick blood that came with the wind, almost made her unable to breathe, and the cold killing machine released when tens of millions of saint-level masters fought desperately at the same time made her whole body cold.

A golden light and shadow stepped into the air, it was a woman, her armor showing a pale golden light, majestic and holy.

It's her! Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up, isn't this woman a powerful existence who defeated the Heavenly Punishment Maiden, and then was plotted to die?

Under her was a divine beast riding a mighty divine horse, which also revealed the divine meaning.

Aolai, it turned out to be the Aolai Divine Beast, it turned out that she was the master of the Aolai Divine Beast! Mu Hanyan was taken aback, and after thinking about it carefully, indeed, only such a super strong person could make the king of all beasts like Aolai submit to him.

The woman looked at the tragic battlefield below, and her eyes showed pity and sympathy.

"Roar!" the Proud Divine Beast roared at the sky.

The entire battlefield calmed down instantly, and everyone stopped their swords and looked at the sky in awe.

"Starfall, Eight Desolations!" the woman's long sword slashed out.

The heavens and the earth were colorless, the sun and the moon were dull, and the whole world became pitch black, but Ma, a white sword light illuminated the earth.

"What is she going to do?" Mu Hanyan was startled again.

Although I don't know how strong her strength is, just looking at the awe of the people below, I also know that they are fundamentally different from this woman.

Could it be that she wanted to kill the soldiers on both sides below, so as to stop the killing! Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan's heart was cold.

Soon, though, she knew she was wrong.

The sword light was sprinkled, and it was as warm as the midday sun, bathing it as if soaking in a clear spring.

All fears, all uneasiness, and all anger were cleared away, as if experiencing a baptism of the soul.

"Boom!" a loud noise sounded, and a ravine appeared between the two armies, and the soldiers on both sides were separated by the ravine, which was as deep as a foot and a hundred feet wide.

What shocked Mu Hanyan even more was that all the wounds on the wounds of the injured soldiers were healing rapidly, but in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of the wounds.

The battlefield that was originally full of blood also seemed to have been washed by the rain and became clean.

All the warriors no longer have the previous anger and killing intent, and this ancient wasteland has become peaceful and peaceful, like a legendary holy place.

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