Without any choice, Lu Zhenhuan could only retreat and retreat as fast as he could. Hua Yue took the lead, of course she wouldn't let him go, and chased after him like a shadow.

On the other side, Tang Bufan also greeted Pei Qiuyi, although his strength was the weakest among several people, but his fighting spirit was also the strongest.

His eyes had turned blood-red, like a wounded beast, he had lost his mind, and only the ** of killing remained.

The sword in his hand also attacked Pei Qiuyi frantically again and again, there was no defense, no retreat, every sword was a sword technique that ended up together, a sword technique that was put to death and had no life.

There are a few people around Jing Jianjue, with Pei Qiuyi's strongest defense, with the strong defense of the Clear Frost Sword Shield, except for Jing Jianjue and Qin Ba, who is in a state of strength improvement, even if he faces Liang Qian and Lu Zhenhuan, he will not show any signs of defeat, but in the face of Tang Bufan, who is like a mad demon, he is restrained.

Yes, his defense is strong, and even if Tang Bufan fights for his life, it is difficult to take advantage, but his attack is not strong is the biggest weakness. At this time, Tang Bufan, it can be said that his whole body is flawed, if he wants to kill Tang Bufan, he can do it with one sword, but it is impossible not to pay any price, because every sword of Tang Bufan has the idea of ending up together.

Although with his strength far superior to that of his opponent, he still left a few bloody wounds on Tang Bufan's body, but in order to avoid being injured by Tang Bufan, these swords were unsatisfactory in terms of angle and strength, and they failed to cause him fatal injuries at all.

And Tang Bufan, who was injured, didn't seem to feel any pain at all, roared angrily, like a mad demon, and his attack was even more fierce, and he forgot to die.

All of a sudden, Pei Qiuyi, a dignified swordsman of the eighth order, was inextricably opposed to Tang Bufan, a second-order swordsman.

In the audience, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak. Who would have thought that the cumbersome oil bottle, which was despised or even ignored by everyone, would be so terrifying when its real strength exploded.

Looking at the people of Huayue again, everyone's faces changed. Only then did they know how wise it was that Lu Junran, Yi Xingtian and the others did not choose to attack them in the first two days. If they really give priority to the people of Huayue, they will only lose faster and lose even worse!

Jing Jianjue's face also changed slightly, and he also didn't expect that although Hua Yue and the others were not highly cultivated, their true strength was so terrifying.

Looking at the oncoming Jing Jianjue, the corners of Mu Hanyan's mouth showed a faint smile. Huayue and the others have successfully restrained Qin Ba and the others, and next, it's time to look at her.

"I admit it, your followers are indeed very powerful, and I underestimated them. But it's a pity that your strength is still too far from mine. Jing Jianjie took a breath and said.

"You mean that you have relied on the strength of the temple magic weapon to improve, right? It's a pity that you not only underestimated them, but also underestimated me!" Mu Hanyan smiled proudly.

"Heaven damn, sword!"

"Starfall, Eight Desolations!" The two long swords, with the momentum of breaking the sky, slashed out at the same time.

The sword rushed into the sky, the wind and clouds surged, and the gusts of wind swept by, as if the end was coming.

"Boom!" there was a loud noise, and the entire test bench was shaking violently.

The two figures parted at the touch of a button, and they were shocked by the powerful energy and retreated.

One step, two steps, three steps...... Nine steps, each exiting nine steps, and each of them stops.

The first time they met, the two were evenly matched.

Looking at the two proud figures, everyone was shocked again.

Although this sword failed to distinguish the winner from the loser, but was evenly divided, everyone could see that Mu Hanyan was only a sixth-order swordsman cultivator, while Jing Jianjue's improved strength at this time was a great swordsman.

Just as there is a world of difference between a Great Swordsman and a Ninth Order Swordsman, there is also a qualitative difference between a Great Swordsman and a Ninth Order Swordsman. Mu Hanyan is only a sixth-order swordsman, no matter how strong his ability to challenge the leapfrog is, it is impossible to compete with the great swordsman, and he has not suffered a loss.

You must know that for the vast majority of cultivators in this world, even the gap between a ninth-order swordsman and a great swordsman is a barrier that is difficult to cross.

Mu Hanyan, how did she do it?

Don't talk about others, even Jing Jianjue himself was shocked, and he almost didn't write the three words impossible on his face.

Without giving him time to think, Mu Hanyan rushed to attack again.

"Nine days, Starfall!" The first time the battle was evenly matched, Mu Hanyan's confidence was greatly increased, and he no longer used the Starfall Eight Desolation Sword, although a battle with Yi Xingtian, the memory inheritance of the Aolai Divine Beast had awakened a part, and her comprehension of the Starfall Eight Desolations was deeper, and she was able to exert sixty percent of its power, but the consumption of strength had not changed at all, and she could only use three swords, she didn't want to exhaust her physical strength too early.

"Heaven kill, absolute sword!" Jing Jian had not yet figured out the secret of Mu Hanyan's sudden increase in strength, and when he saw Mu Hanyan's sword slashing again, he could only throw aside his distracting thoughts and greet him again.

The two swords intersected, Jin Ming sounded crisply, Jing Jianjue was shocked back six or seven steps again, but Mu Hanyan took ** steps. The power of the Nine Heavens Starfall, after all, is still a lot weaker than the Starfall Mortal Dust.

Without waiting to stop his footsteps, Mu Hanyan twisted his waist and shook his wrists, and flew again.

"Choking choking ......" attacked seven swords one after another, each sword, Jing Jian was shocked back six or seven steps, but Mu Hanyan withdrew ** steps.

After the seven swords, both of them had retreated to the side of the test table.

Although Mu Hanyan was slightly inferior in each sword, he was obviously not injured, and he brushed the hair in front of his forehead for a long time, and his expression was still so calm.

And everyone under the stage, including Jing Jianjue on the stage, was full of disbelief.

"How did you do that?" Jing Jianjue asked as he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

His face no longer had the same pride as before, but became solemn.

I thought that with the blessing of the magic weapon of the temple, the strength of the great sword master was improved, even without the help of Qin Ba and the other four, it would be easy to suppress Mu Hanyan, but I didn't expect that the first confrontation turned out to be evenly divided, and he didn't take advantage of it at all, and in the next six swords, Mu Hanyan obviously preserved his strength, and he still couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

At this time, Jing Jian never dared to despise Mu Hanyan at all, and completely regarded her as an opponent at a level.

"Do you think you have a magic weapon, but I don't?" Mu Hanyan smiled indifferently.

Only then did Jing Jianjue notice that on Mu Hanyan's wrist, a crystal clear bracelet was emitting a phantom light, and the rich and condensed power of heaven and earth was shrouded in Mu Hanyan's body with the bracelet as its heart.