Suddenly, Mu Hanyan had a feeling that such a scene seemed to have experienced somewhere, like in a dream, like a previous life, as if before countless reincarnations, so clear, but so far away.

But after taking a look at Yi Xingtian, Mu Hanyan was sure that he had never encountered such an opponent, nor had he experienced such a situation.

"Xingtian, sword chanting, sigh of god!" Yi Xingtian shot.

In an instant, the brilliance of the long sword was ten thousand times, and the infinite killing intent was gushing out, and the sound of the sword chant became high and stern, as if countless resentful souls on the ancient battlefield were full of anger and unwilling roar.

This sword is obviously more powerful than the one yesterday, killing intent into the body, almost everyone's heart is born with unprecedented fear, and the energy is even suppressed.

"Plop, plop," some young swordsmen with low cultivation level unexpectedly spit white foam under the murderous sword power and fainted on the spot.

The audience in the audience was like this, and Mu Hanyan on the stage was the first to bear the brunt, and his expression changed dramatically.

The sword of Yi Xingtian contained the strength of her own swordsman's rank eight, as well as the might of the divine sword, and the most terrifying thing was the thousands of killing intent in that sword.

If it only brings fear to people, the key is that, under the inspiration of this killing intent, both Yi Xingtian's own strength and the power of the divine sword are multiplied.

Mu Hanyan believed that even the average Sword Saint made the move, and the power was nothing more than that. Compared with Jing Jianjue's strength improved by the temple magical equipment, Yi Xingtian was even stronger.

Mu Hanyan raised the Han Xiao sword, but under that powerful pressure, this sword couldn't be cut anyway.

Endless killing intent vented towards Mu Hanyan and pierced her mind.

Mu Hanyan's whole body trembled fiercely. In his previous life, Fen Qianji pierced his heart with the sharp sword tip, Tang Bufan smiled without regrets before his death, deeply concerned when his parents died tragically, and his brother's tragic figure in the **** fight. Scenes reappear before my eyes.

Mu Hanyan's mind was at a loss, the past and present, all kinds of scenes were intertwined, so that she could not distinguish what is reality and what is memory.

"No, you can't die!" Unprecedented fear also came to my heart.

Seeing the confusion and fear in Mu Hanyan’s eyes, I don’t know why Yi Xingtian’s eyes turned out to be disappointed, and I don’t know whether she was disappointed by Mu Hanyan, whom she regarded as her opponent, so vulnerable, or disappointed. Of what.

Disappointed to disappointment, the sword in her hand did not stay for a moment, still slashing straight towards Mu Hanyan.

...

"Om" In Mu Hanyan's mind, there was a humming like a fairy sound.

Her mind entered a strange world.

Above the vast wasteland, the bitter cold wind whizzed across the ground, and when it swept across the cheeks, it was like a sharp long knife, which caused pain in the cheeks.

The drums were like swings, the horns whispered, and countless soldiers in silver armors all over the body stepped neatly, holding their swords high, and advancing step by step. In front, countless warriors in black armors flooded in like a tide. Unlike the neatly armed soldiers on the opposite side, their formation was much more disorganized. Although the armor on their bodies was all black, the style was much more messy. The fighting spirit that broke out was not inferior to the opponent.

"Boom!" The two fighters collided violently like a tide hitting the shore, making a loud thunder-like noise.

The blood splashed, dyed the sky and the earth red.

In one confrontation, thousands of fighters sprinkled blood on the battlefield. What shocked Mu Hanyan was that even the weakest fighters were masters above the Sword Saint, and those generals were even more powerful, reaching Mu Han. Yan couldn't even imagine it, because there was no such master in the Holy Court Continent.

In the blink of an eye, the two warriors were caught in a melee, and blood sprayed out, each of them fresh and young bodies became cold under the sword, the screams of the wounded rang across the sky, and long horns. The sound fell for a long time on the wasteland, like the unwilling cry of countless ghosts.

Mu Hanyan trembled slightly. The desolation and tragic of the ancient battlefield almost made her feel as if she had cast a huge boulder. The screams of the injured person caused inexplicable pain in her heart, the thickness that came with the wind. The blood was so heavy that it almost made her unable to breathe, and the terrible murderous intent released by the thousands of Saint-rank masters fighting to death 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.

is her! Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up. Wasn't this woman the powerful existence who defeated Xing Tiannv and was later conspired to die?

A sacred animal is riding under her, a mighty and mighty horse, which also reveals sacred meaning.

Aolai turned out to be Aolai Divine Beast, it turns out that she is the owner of Aolai Divine Beast! Mu Hanyan was taken aback and thought about it carefully. Indeed, only such a super power could make Aolai such a king of beasts surrender.

The woman looked at the fierce battlefield below, with pity and sympathy in her eyes.

"Roar!" Aolai mythical beast roared.

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

"Starfall, Bahuang!" The woman's long sword cut out.

The sky and the earth were eclipsed, the sun and the moon were dark, and the whole world became pitch black, but immediately, a white sword light illuminated the earth.

"What is she going to do?" Mu Hanyan was surprised 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 far apart from this woman.

Could it be that she wanted to kill one layer of the soldiers on both sides below, so as to stop killing! Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan felt cold.

But soon, she knew she was wrong.

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

All the fear, all the anxiety, all the hostility, were wiped out, as if experiencing a spiritual baptism.

"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, a huge gully appeared between the two armies, and the soldiers on both sides were separated by the gully which was as deep as 100 m and 100 m wide.

What made Mu Hanyan even more shocked was that the wounds on all the wounded soldiers were healing quickly, but in a blink of an eye, there was no scar.

The **** battlefield seemed to have been washed by rain and became extremely clean.

All the warriors no longer have the previous hostility and killing intent. This ancient wasteland has also become peaceful and peaceful, just like a legendary holy land.