The palace stopped trembling, the desolate contract on the gate stopped flickering, and the golden light shining on the sword spirit puppet's body quietly dissipated. ◢ With ◢ dream ◢ small ◢.lā The whole valley is as silent as death.

However, this silence did not last long. Soon, those sword spirit puppets let out a painful howl, but they still rushed forward frantically with their long swords held high, but the power in the sword was obviously much smaller than before.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Qu Shanling in surprise, he never thought that he had such a mysterious hand, why didn't he find it before?

"Kill them quickly, quickly!" Qu Shanling said in a trembling voice, his hands were exposed, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

Although I don't know what the mystery of his hand is that he can suppress the flood contract that he can't do even overnight, but just looking at his appearance, Mu Hanyan and the others also know that he can't hold on for too long. Mu Hanyan couldn't care less about being surprised, and he and Ye Qifeng took the lead and slaughtered towards the sword spirit puppet on the opposite side.

Without the blessing of the Flood Desolation Contract, the strongest strength of these sword spirit puppets was only the seventh order of the sword master, even if they tried their best, and even had the heart of ending up together, how could they be able to block the full attack of Mu Hanyan and the others. One by one, the figures fell to the ground, their hearts were shattered, and their souls were scattered, in order to avoid future troubles, Mu Hanyan and the others did not even reserve a trace of their remnant souls.

Although they knew that these sword spirit puppets were only manipulated by people and were innocent, they knew that there must be no hesitation or mercy at this time, otherwise not only would they suffer, but perhaps the entire Holy Court Continent would suffer greatly.

In just a moment, hundreds of sword spirit puppets fell to the ground, no longer alive. Only the last man in black was still standing in front of the altar, chanting in a low voice, his body had already been scarred by the golden pillar of light, and he was trembling violently from pain.

His eyes stared at Mu Hanyan vacantly, dazed, and a strange look flashed in it.

Suddenly, he stopped chanting and turned around and stabbed Mu Hanyan with a sword.

Huayue and the others subconsciously stood in front of Mu Hanyan, their expressions solemn. However, soon, they found that their movements were redundant, the strength of this man in black was not stronger than those sword spirit puppets, and it was even a cut worse, but the sword master was only of the third order, and this kind of strength could not pose any threat to Mu Hanyan at all.

Before they could make a move, Mu Hanyan had already stepped forward with an arrow, and the Hanxiao Sword stabbed straight towards the other party's heart.

A surprising scene happened, in the face of Mu Hanyan's sword that stabbed directly at the point, the man in black did not block it, but opened his arms and took the initiative to meet it.

"Huh", the Han Xiao Sword stabbed into the other party's chest, but when it was only a fraction of a mile away from the heart, it stopped again.

Almost all the sword spirit puppets have been killed, only the last person in front of him is left, and Mu Hanyan still has too many questions in his heart that he can't answer. Judging from the strange look in his eyes just now and the final act of begging for his own death, he seemed to still have some self-awareness, and Mu Hanyan didn't want to kill him so soon.

While retracting the sword momentum, Mu Hanyan's left hand flew to restrain her from several vital points, making her unable to move.

With a wave of his hand, Mu Hanyan lifted his veil, revealing a bewitching face.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Mu Hanyan said coldly. The girl with a bewitching face in front of her is not Miss Zhao Si, who has fought with her since she was a child, and can be described as a hatred of the deep sea - Zhao Lingxian!

When she gave the order to those sword spirit puppets before, although the voice was mechanical and empty, without the slightest emotion, Mu Hanyan still heard a sense of familiarity, and the final result also confirmed her guess.

However, at this time, Zhao Lingxian no longer had the enchanting charm that she used to charm all beings, and her beautiful and moving face was full of pain and despair.

"Mu Hanyan, kill me, kill me!" Zhao Lingxian looked at Mu Hanyan, gasping like a wounded beast, and his pretty face was also distorted by pain, looking extremely hideous.

"Who instructed you to do this?" Mu Hanyan asked with a cold expression.

Judging from the pain on Zhao Lingxian's face at this time, she is obviously not the real mastermind, and the real mastermind is someone else.

In the last battle of Feilaifeng, Zhao Lingxian was seriously injured and almost died under Mu Hanyan's sword, but in the end he was rescued by Yun Qianmo, that is to say, Yun Qianmo should be the real mastermind behind the scenes, but thinking of the relationship between Ye Qianfeng and Yun Qianmo, Mu Hanyan was very reluctant to accept such a result, so he asked this question.

"Didn't you already see him when you were in Feilai Peak last time?" Miss Zhao Si said with a miserable expression.

"It's really him. Although he knew the result earlier, the final decision still made Mu Hanyan's heart gloomy. Subconsciously looked at Ye Qifeng, only to see that his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Why did he do this?" asked Zhao Lingxian in the night.

"I don't know, I don't know, he's the devil, please, kill me. Miss Zhao Si trembled in pain, twitched, and pleaded bitterly with Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan held the Hanxiao Sword in his hand, but he didn't stab the last fatal sword for a long time. Seeing the enemy from childhood to adulthood fall to such a point, there was a faint sadness in her heart. To put it mildly, everything Zhao Lingxian did was for the benefit of the family, and it was actually the same as her, but her temperament was too extreme, her methods were too insidious, and she was too vicious.

If it weren't for the family, if she hadn't acted so vile and vicious, maybe they would have become friends.

"Mu Hanyan, I was wrong before, I was sorry for you, please, kill me, kill me, I don't want to be a puppet, I don't want to live without people and ghosts, I beg you to ......" Zhao Lingxian's eyes shed tears of remorse.

Mu Hanyan nodded, and the cold sword blade finally pierced into Zhao Lingxian's heart.

At the moment when the Hanxiao Sword pierced Zhao Lingxian's chest earlier, Mu Hanyan found that not only was her body struck by the golden pillar of light, but even the meridians were covered with scars, and they were completely different from ordinary people. Looking at the situation, it is clear that the meridians are cut off one by one, and then recombined and connected.

It is not difficult to imagine how much inhuman torture and pain Zhao Lingxian has experienced in the process of being sacrificed into a sword spirit puppet, and even after becoming a sword spirit puppet, she still has to suffer the same pain every time she uses her strength. After all, the sword spirit puppet was much stronger than the necromantic sword slave that Zhao Lingxian had refined, and the price he paid was naturally much greater.

However, the other sword spirit puppets had completely lost themselves and could ignore such pain, while Zhao Lingxian still had some ego, and he couldn't live under this painful torture.

Living soberly is the cruelest thing for her.