Huayue and Zirong shook their heads at the same time. The sword skills of the other party were so exquisite that they were not comparable to them. Mu Hanyan had no distractions at this time, and could barely deal with it. If they were to go up now, it would very likely cause Mu Hanyan to be distracted and would only be a disservice.

A few people looked at Ye Lanwan subconsciously, and he was the only one who could really help.

However, Ye Lanyan just looked at Mu Hanyan calmly, obviously without the intention to act.

Patriarch Fang wanted to ask for each other, but he was in awe of Ye Landan, and he didn't know how to speak.

"Han Yan's strength has recently improved too quickly, but the chances of making shots are not many. Actual combat experience has actually been unable to keep up with her cultivation level. It seems that there is nothing serious about it now, but in the future, the cultivation base will become higher and higher, the more opponents will become. The stronger you come, and the lack of actual combat experience is likely to make a big mistake." Ye Lanyan saw the intention of the Fang Patriarch and was relieved for Mu Hanyan, so he explained.

Only then did Patriarch Fang, Huayue and the others understand that Ye Lanyan had been holding back and didn't make a move, because of Mu Hanyan's sake.

After thinking about it carefully, they also felt that their worries were unnecessary. With the friendship between Ye Lantian and Mu Hanyan, how could it be possible to die? He didn't make a move, just because it was not yet time.

In fact, this is the real friend, blindly accommodating, blindly pampering, now Mu Hanyan certainly won't be in any danger, but one day it will harm him. Only by helping him become stronger, is it really good for him.

Knowing Ye Lantan's good intentions, Huayue and others secretly felt thankful for Mu Hanyan to have such a friend, but it was a little strange to think of the word petting.

Alas, it's a pity...Forget it, don't think about it, thinking too much will only increase your troubles.

The middle-aged man’s sword was getting faster and faster, dazzling Huayue and the others, and it was even difficult to catch his sight. Although they knew that it was impossible not to shoot at a critical juncture, the hearts of several people still mentioned their throats. .

"Mu Hanyan, do you really think you have won me? I will give you one last chance, now let me go, I will let you make a living." The middle-aged man yelled arrogantly.

Although Mu Hanyan was driven to the left and right by his exquisite sword skills, he didn't give him a chance to escape. As long as he showed the thought of wanting to leave, he immediately launched a counterattack.

Therefore, he seemed to be in a superior situation, but in fact, he was too annoyed by Mu Hanyan to get out.

Mu Hanyan was not interested in talking nonsense with him. Taking advantage of his speaking skills, he suddenly jumped up and stabbed out with a sword.

Although the middle-aged man's body skills have also become swift and agile, he was slightly distracted and was still scratched by Mu Hanyan's long sword across his thigh, leaving a blood trail behind.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" The middle-aged man yelled with anger, gave up the idea of ​​running away, and attacked Mu Hanyan almost madly.

The sword in his hand also quietly changed, more subtle than before, and more awe-inspiring to kill.

It seemed that he was still cautious about Mu Hanyan before, and he didn't want to kill him. Only then was he really going all out.

I saw a quiet sword light passing by, and Mu Hanyan's posture was a little slow, and a strand of hair drifted in the wind under the sword's edge. That is to say, Mu Hanyan's six senses are strong, and he lowers his head slightly at the critical moment, otherwise the cut off will not be as simple as a strand of hair.

Huayue's faces were pale, and they knew Ye Lanyan would not let Mu Hanyan have an accident, but they couldn't help but look at him.

Ye Lantian's gaze became solemn, and his hand slowly pressed on the hilt, ready to make a move at any time.

With a soft "chi", the long sword in the middle-aged man's hand gave out a piercing scream, and suddenly a sword glow suddenly appeared.

The surrounding air was twisted under the faint sword glow, rippling with a cyan water pattern, like the legendary ghost river, carrying dead river water, pouring towards Mu Hanyan.

The hearts of several people in Huayue instantly mentioned to their throats, and Patriarch Fang couldn't help but let out a startled cry: "Be careful, master!"

Ye Lanyan moved his body and finally shot.

However, at the same time that Ye Lantian set out, a sword sound rang through the earth, like a fairy sound, like a phoenix for nine days.

Everyone raised their heads, and saw thousands of miles of sky, colorful clouds all over the sky, a cloud of sword shadow running through the sky, surrounded by auspicious clouds and steaming aura.

Immediately afterwards, a shining long sword swept straight out from the shadow of the sword, and flew straight towards Mu Hanyan.

"The sword of the cold sky is the sword of the cold sky!"

"Finally succeeded in tempering, and finally promoted to the artifact." At this moment, even Huayue and the others were in tears with excitement.

Only in an instant, the Han Xiao Sword flew into Mu Hanyan's hands and uttered a joyous sword sound.

Mu Hanyan's energy was injected into the sword like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, without the slightest block or pause.

A piece of ice crystal quietly floated down, and thousands of snowflakes flew around, and the sword body was covered with a layer of ice. As the sword light passed, even the surrounding air was almost frozen.

Jianmang Qingwu, the Qingyou Jianmang that was shackled outside Mu Hanyan's body, shattered like glass.

Mu Hanyan was holding the Han Xiao sword, with a long-lost brisk smile on his face.

This is what she wants, this is the real proud soldier!

With a gentle swing, her movements seemed so casual, and her sword power seemed so simple. But it also gives people a sense of beauty that is inexplicable, and that sword seems to contain endless mysteries.

This is the true spirit of the Excalibur.

At this time, Mu Hanyan, her whole mind, and the spirit in the sword have become one body. The sword seems to have become a part of her body. She can move the sword as she pleases, and what exquisite sword skills are needed-- At least, there is no need to deal with such an opponent in front of you.

Seeing Mu Hanyan's extremely simple, casual, and natural, yet wonderful sword, the middle-aged man suddenly changed his color. He only felt that this sword was full of flaws, but if he felt it with his divine mind, every time A flaw has countless changes and countless murderous opportunities.

His wrist trembled, and the original incomparable sword skills could not be displayed.

A flash of blood, followed by a pain in his wrist, the middle-aged man's sword had fallen to the ground.

The middle-aged man was clutching his injured wrist, and the blue and quiet energy outside his body gradually disappeared, his face was haggard, as if he had been drained.

With just one sword, he was defeated.

Mu Hanyan, Mu Hanyan...

Deep regret flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the adult was right. If it is not necessary, he must not provoke Mu Hanyan. I hate that I didn't listen to the adults. No, he listened to the adults. He turned around and ran away as soon as he heard Mu Hanyan's name, but didn't run away!

(Mu Hanyan: My mother was sick during the day, and her mind was dizzy when she caught a cold. Let's take a monthly pass to comfort her, don't you?

Ye Lanwan: How do I feel like a stepmother?

Mu Hanyan: Huh?

Ye Lanfeng: Because I think my love journey is long and bumpy. It is estimated that there will be more rivals in love, and maybe many? What is it not a stepmother? )