If the true strength was revealed from the beginning, Dai Songling would be prepared, it would be really difficult for her to beat him. But now, he deliberately suppressed his strength and gave him two palms, smashing his internal organs, and then trying to beat him, it is not that difficult.

"What a cunning boy, I dare to calculate the old man!" Dai Songling has been famous for many years, how can he not think of Mu Hanyan's intentions, and his whole body is shaking with anger.

He was originally a first-order swordsman, and his energy didn't work well when his internal organs were injured, he couldn't exert his strongest strength at all, and it was really difficult to block Mu Hanyan's palm.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's palm, Dai Songling didn't dare to hold it big anymore, and directly slapped it out.

"Old guy, you want to be shameless, didn't you say you gave three palms, why did you fight back?"

"You're still in charge of the Mo family. What you said is fart?"

"He was farting. He had already let it go once. It smells bad." Seeing that Dai Songling didn't speak credibility, he started to fight back before he had three palms. The crowd around the audience despised it and shouted.

Dai Songling's face was green, as long as he hadn't heard it, and this palm was even more merciless.

What if you don't talk about credit, it's better than being injured in Mu Hanyan's hands, right? If you lose your life, or your cultivation base is abolished, there is a **** to credit?

The palm was shot, as if thunder fell to the ground, and the dull and depressive aura spread out, as if an invisible mountain peak pressed on top of everyone's head.

Sword Master, it turns out that this guy is really not deceiving his reputation, he is really a master in the realm of Sword Master.

Seeing this palm, everyone finally believed in Dai Songling's true strength. Looking at Mu Hanyan's gaze was also a little worried, although from the performance just now, Mu Hanyan's true strength should be much stronger than it seems, otherwise it would not be possible to blow Dai Songling into a cocky. But no matter how strong it is, it should not be better than a sword master, how can it receive Dai Songling's full palm.

"Hanyan, Brother Hanyan, be careful!" Mu Cheng and Wu Qiyun didn't expect Dai Songling to be so shameless, they both touched their throats and couldn't help shouting.

However, the two faced off head-on, not a sneak attack from behind. Absolute strength determines everything. What's the use of being careful.

Seeing the two people getting closer, and Dai Songling's overwhelming palm, everyone's heart sank. After this palm, even if Mu Hanyan is not dead, I am afraid that only half of his life is left.

At this moment, a golden light pattern appeared suddenly, like the scorching sun at noon, almost stabbing people to open their eyes.

There was a muffled "bang" and the air was upset, and the two finally slapped their hands.

Under the turbulent air current, the old inn building collapsed, and a cloud of dust rose like a thick fog.

A figure flew out of it like a broken kite.

Looking at that figure, everyone was stunned.

It was not Mu Hanyan who flew out, but Dai Songling!

How could this be possible, Dai Songling was a genuine swordsman, how could it be slapped flying by Mu Hanyan. And while flying, blood spurted wildly, apparently seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, everyone even forgot to cheer, and the courtyard was silent.

"Boom!" There was another muffled sound. Dai Songling knocked out a big hole in the courtyard wall. A large pile of bricks crackled down. Dai Songling was about to stand up, but just halfway up, he was hit by the bricks. Dizzy, and lying on the ground again.