Mu Hanyan originally expected the assassin to talk nonsense with Yan Yuchu and give her a chance to smoke a cold knife behind her back, but she didn't expect this guy to be so clean and neat, without a single superfluous nonsense, even the two contemptuous cold snorts in the face of her and Mu Ziqing were all sharpening knives and cutting firewood, and those two palms were also effortless and effortless.

Obviously, this is a real professional assassin, and the criterion for survival is to kill!

Seeing that the sword was about to stab Yan Yuchu in the chest, Mu Hanyan didn't dare to continue to pretend to be dead, and his fingers held the hilt of the sword fiercely, and at this moment, a mutation protruded.

"Celestial stars gather at the top, kill!" was stabbed into the chest by a sword, Yan Yuchu's face showed a look of pain, but a red blood light suddenly erupted in his eyes, and he shouted loudly.

With a roar, Yan Yuchu's sword momentum changed, and it crossed several strange trajectories, and then instead of retreating, it stabbed towards the assassin.

A few strange points of light suddenly appeared above his head, shining like the stars of the nine heavens, shrouded in the brilliant starlight, and Yan Yuchu's whole person underwent earth-shaking changes.

As if the body was full of infinite power, the sword was full of brilliance, and the sword qi had become pure and majestic, which had been improved by several levels.

Three fellow initiates, the power of the Nine Heavens Stars! Mu Hanyan's slightly opened eyes flashed with divine light. Obviously, this is the Yan family's secret practice.

The Assassin's expression changed dramatically, and he retreated sharply.

I have to admit that a professional assassin is a professional assassin, whether it is a murder or a retreat that fails to strike, it is the same crisp, without the slightest drag.

But it's a pity that Yan Yuchu's strength skyrocketed at this time, and the sword that stabbed out was like thunder, how could it be so easy to avoid, the blood flowers bloomed, and the long sword of Xue Han had already pierced into his chest.

The assassin staggered back six or seven steps with a cloud of blood mist before he could barely stand still, Yan Yuchu's long sword still stuck in his chest, and his face, which would be forgotten in the crowd, also turned extremely pale.

Yan Yuchu did not pursue, still standing in place, with the opponent's long sword in his chest, and his face was as ugly.

Obviously, the sword just now had exhausted all his strength, and even stimulated his physical potential to the extreme, and it was already good to be able to stand now.

The two were six or seven steps apart, staring at each other, with each other's long swords in their chests, and the scene looked extremely weird.

The night breeze blew, and the cold smell of blood quietly permeated, adding a bit more tragic.

Although all this happened between lightning and flint, the fight between the two was strictly speaking just one person attacking a sword, but life and death were also in this sword.

"You, who are you?" Yan Yuchu asked with difficulty as he pressed his fingers against his chest, barely stopping the blood from pouring out.

When the assassin suddenly appeared, his first reaction was the help of the Mu family, but when he saw Mu Hanyan's attack and the subsequent encounter, he denied his guess.

"It seems that I am not wrong, you are indeed the person I am looking for. The assassin looked at Yan Yuchu coldly, and finally spoke. It's just that the killing intent in the words is stronger.

The assassin pulled out the long sword on his chest with his backhand, tapped his fingers on his chest a few times, barely stopped the bleeding, and walked towards Yan Yuchu again.

Blood dripped to the ground, blooming bewitching blood flowers, but his expression was so firm and persistent.

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