Without any choice, Lu Zhenhuan could only retreat, using the fastest speed. Huayue had the upper hand, of course, she would not let him go, and followed him like a shadow.

On the other side, Tang Bufan also met Pei Qiuyi. Although his strength was the weakest among the few people, his fighting spirit was also the strongest.

His eyes had become blood red, like a wounded beast, lost his reason, only the desire to kill.

The sword in his hand also madly attacked Pei Qiuyi time and time again. There was no defense, no retreat. Each sword was a sword technique that would die together, a sword technique that would die without life.

With the few people around Jing Jianjue, Pei Qiuyi's defense is the strongest. With the strong defense of the Clear Frost Sword and Shield, with the exception of Jing Jianjue and Qin Ba, who is in an improved state of strength, even if he faces both Liang Qian and Lu Zhenhuan, he He won't show any ruin, but facing Tang Bufan like a madman, he is restrained.

Yes, his defense is strong, even if Tang Bufan fights his life, it is difficult to take advantage, but his weak offensive power is the biggest weakness. Tang Bufan at this time can be said to have flaws all over his body. If he wants to kill Tang Bufan, he can do it with a single sword, but it is absolutely impossible not to pay any price, because every sword of Tang Bufan is fixed. The thought of being dead together.

Although relying on his strength far higher than his opponents, he still left a few **** 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. He caused fatal injuries.

Under the injury, Tang Bufan didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and his mouth roared like a madman, his offensive was more fierce, and he gave up his life even more.

Suddenly, Pei Qiuyi, who was a magnificent sword master of the eighth rank, fought inextricably with Tang Bufan, who was a sword master of the second rank.

In the audience, everyone was shocked and speechless. Who could have imagined that the burden of dragging the oil bottle that was despised or even ignored by everyone, the real strength exploded, it was so terrible.

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

Jing Jianjue's face also changed slightly, and he also didn't expect that although Huayue and others had low cultivation bases, their true strength was so terrifying.

Seeing the oncoming Jing Jianjue, Mu Hanyan's mouth showed a faint smile. Huayue and the others had successfully contained Qin Ba and others, and then it was time to look at her.

"I admit that your followers are indeed very powerful. I underestimated them. But unfortunately, your strength is still too far behind me." Jing Jianjue took a breath and said.

"You mean you rely on the temple magic weapon to improve your strength? Unfortunately, you not only underestimated them, but also underestimated me!" Mu Hanyan smiled proudly.

"Damn, Absolute Sword!"

"Starfall, Bahuang!" The two long swords cut out at the same time with the momentum of breaking the sky.

The sword glow rushed into the sky, the storm was surging, and gusts of wind passed by, as if the end was coming.

"Boom!" Amid the loud noise, the entire competition platform was shaking violently.

The two silhouettes separated at the touch of a touch, and were shocked by the powerful aura to back again and again.

One step, two steps, three steps...Nine steps, each withdrew nine steps, and the two stopped each.

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

Looking at the two proudly standing figures, everyone was shocked again.

Although this sword failed to tell the victory and defeat, it was evenly divided, but everyone could see that Mu Hanyan was only a sixth-order sword master, and Jing Jianjue's strength after being improved at this time was a great sword. division.

Just as there is a huge difference between a great swordsman and a rank nine swordsman, there are also qualitative differences between a great swordsman and a rank nine swordsman. Mu Hanyan was only a sixth-level sword master, no matter how strong he challenged him, he wouldn't be able to compete with the great sword master, and he didn't suffer at all.

You know, for the vast majority of cultivators in this world, even the gap between the rank nine swordsman and the big swordsman is a great moat that is difficult to cross.

Mu Hanyan, how did she do it?

Don't talk about others, even Jing Jianjue himself was shocked, he almost wrote the word impossible on his face.

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

"Nine Heavens, Starfall!" The first time the match was evenly divided, Mu Hanyan's confidence was greatly increased, and she no longer used the Starfall and Eight Desolation Swords, although in the last match against Yi Xingtian, the memory of the **** beast proudly Inheritance has awakened partly again. She has a deeper understanding of Xingluo Bahuang. She has been able to exert 60% of the power, but the consumption of energy has not changed at all. She still can only use three swords, she doesn't want to Exhausted energy too early.

"Godslaughter, Absolute Sword!" Jing Jianjue hadn't figured out the secret of Mu Hanyan's sudden increase in strength. Seeing Mu Hanyan's sword light cut again, he could only throw his distracting thoughts aside and greet him again.

The two swords crossed, Jin Ming made a crisp sound, Jing Jianjue was shocked again six or seven steps, but Mu Hanyan took eight or nine steps. The power of Nine Heavens Starfall, after all, is still much weaker than Starfall Earth.

Before he could stop, Mu Hanyan twisted his waist and shook his wrist, and flew up again.

"Choke Choke Choke..." Seven swords were attacked one after another. With each sword, Jing Jianjue was shaken back by six or seven steps, but Mu Hanyan withdrew eight or nine steps.

After the Seven Swords, both of them have retreated to the side of the competition stage.

Although Mu Hanyan had a slight disadvantage with every sword, he was obviously not injured, so he stroked the hair in front of his forehead in time, and his expression was still so calm.

All the people who stepped down, including Jing Jianjue on the stage, were all incredulous.

"How did you do it?" Jing Jian Jue slowly exhaled a suffocating breath and asked.

His face no longer had the previous arrogance, but became extremely solemn.

I thought that with the blessing of the temple's magical tools, the strength to be upgraded to the realm of the great swordsman, even without the help of Qin Ba and other four people, suppressing Mu Hanyan would be easy. I did not expect that the first confrontation would be evenly divided. He didn't take advantage of it at all. With the next six swords, Mu Hanyan obviously saved his strength, and he still couldn't hurt him.

At this time, Jing Jianjue no longer dared to take Mu Hanyan a little contempt, completely treating her as a level opponent.

"Do you think that if you have a magic weapon, I don't have one?" Mu Hanyan smiled lightly.

Only then did Jing Jianjue notice that a crystal-clear bracelet on Mu Hanyan's wrist was emitting a magical light, and the rich and solid power of heaven and earth centered on the bracelet and enveloped Mu Hanyan's body.