Zirong, why is he here? Didn't we ask him to stay and recuperate? Seeing Zirong's familiar face clearly, Mu Hanyan and others were slightly startled.

"Young Master, I'm here." Looking at the surprise on the faces of Mu Hanyan and the others, Zirong smiled slightly, revealing her white teeth.

Two black-clad swordsmen, one on the left and one on the right, attacked Zirong at the same time.

"Zirong, be careful!" Seeing the black-clothed man's exquisite and almost perfect sword skills, Mu Hanyan, Hua Yue and others couldn't help but shout out loud.

If it weren't for her powerful six senses, if it weren't for the Hanxiao Sword being promoted to a divine weapon, even Mu Hanyan would have been unable to deal with Gui Yu's sword skills that far exceeded her real realm. Zirong's strength was far inferior to hers, so how could she possibly resist it?

But soon, they realized they were wrong.

Facing the two black-clad swordsmen's tacit and exquisite sword attack, Zirong's face did not show any panic. She thrust out the long sword in her hand like lightning, and at the same time her body swayed slightly.

With this seemingly unskillful movement of his body, Zirong narrowly avoided the vital points. Although the sword still left two bloody marks on his body, they were only superficial injuries that did not affect his combat effectiveness at all, nor would they leave any aftereffects.

Zirong's sword flashed like lightning, piercing the hearts of the two opponents and bringing out a bright red blood mist.

Mu Hanyan and others were so surprised that they couldn't believe their eyes. How was it possible? When did Zirong's strength become so terrifying?

Not only them, but even Ye Lanxun, Yun Bo, and those black-robed old men who were in the middle of a fierce battle glanced at them from the corner of their eyes, with expressions of shock on their faces.

They could all see that Zirong's cultivation was only that of a great swordsman, and the two black-clothed swordsmen who had just died under his sword were only ninth-level swordsmen, slightly lower than him, but with their exquisite swordsmanship, their true combat power was no less than that of a swordsman. Adding on to their tacit cooperation, they were not comparable to ordinary swordsmen.

However, Zirong, with the strength of a mere great swordsman, was able to kill the two men so easily. In comparison, the minor injuries he suffered were simply insignificant.

"Could it be that Zirong also used some strange and unusual technique to temporarily improve her cultivation?" Mu Hanyan glanced at Zirong and quickly denied her guess.

The aura and pressure of Zirong did not change at all, he was still the great swordsman.

The others also noticed this and looked puzzled.

Zirong still had a faint smile on his face. Although his body was covered in blood, his lazy look gave people a feeling of strolling in the garden, as if these black-clad swordsmen standing in front of him were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"Kill him!" After a brief shock, three more black-clothed swordsmen rushed towards Zirong.

The three long swords were filled with murderous aura. One sword slashed, one sword chopped horizontally, and one sword pierced Zirong's qi sea. The three sword beams with a faint green color also completely trapped him inside.

Zirong still had her habitual smile on her face, and her body twisted strangely. The sword that was slashed towards his face passed through his chest at an angle, leaving only a shallow mark of blood. The sword that was slashed towards his lower abdomen passed through his waist lightly, leaving only a line of blood. The sword that was stabbed towards the vital point of Qi Hai missed by a few inches and pierced his ribs, but only pierced the skin and flesh, without hurting the internal organs.

Obviously, none of these three swords caused him fatal damage.

And just as the three long swords were about to slash across his body, Zirong also took action.

Three flashes of blood appeared almost simultaneously. The three black-clad swordsmen each clutched their heart meridians, blood oozing from between their fingers. They looked at Zirong with a hint of resignation, then collapsed to the ground simultaneously, breathless.

The brutal battlefield, which was originally filled with cries of killing, fell into a brief silence.

Everyone could see that Zirong's strength had indeed not improved at all. Even the deadly sword technique she had just used was far from exquisite, and her speed was nothing special. It was even much slower than that of the three opponents.

But these three ordinary swords pierced the vital points of the three people with incredible accuracy.

Everyone also noticed that when Zirong thrust out those three swords, one of her eyes suddenly turned pure white, while the other eye turned pure black, as if the black and white of the two eyes had been swapped.

On the originally handsome face, one eye was pure white and the other eye was pure black. What a strange scene.

"Demonic eyes!" Mu Hanyan suddenly remembered his appearance in his previous life. The reason why he was called the Demon Sword was not only because of his extremely intelligent and demonic mind and his strange and unpredictable swordsmanship, but also because of his demonic eyes.

Legend has it that before his enchanting eyes, any exquisite sword technique would be useless. No matter how perfect the sword technique or martial arts, he only needs one glance to easily find its fatal flaw and then strike a fatal blow.

In her previous life, when she heard this legend, Mu Hanyan had scoffed. She had heard so many rumors and misinformation that she didn't believe the existence of demon pupils. She figured that Zirong's ability to see through her enemies' swordsmanship and martial arts was simply due to her exceptionally sharp six senses. Once gossipers spread the story, the myth of demon pupils spread.

But now, she believed that Zirong did have a pair of enchanting eyes that could see through thousands of sword techniques!

The swordsmanship of the Gui Yu family was so exquisite, and their coordination was so tacit that even she herself would find it difficult to find the flaws if she did not rely on her powerful six senses. But even if she did find one, it would be extremely difficult to deliver a fatal blow without the Han Xiao Sword in her hand.

But Zirong did it easily. Mu Hanyan even felt that the only reason why Zirong was called the Demon Sword was because of these demon eyes.

When it comes to sharp and ruthless swordsmanship, her appearance is actually not as good as Hua Yue's, and when it comes to being weird and unpredictable, she cannot be compared with Jiang Yuzhe. The only characteristic is that she is despicable and shameless, or in other words, she is cheap.

The reason why he can always anticipate the enemy's moves and use seemingly ordinary sword skills to kill with one blow, making it difficult for people to distinguish the real from the fake, is actually because of these demonic eyes.

"Kill him, let's do it together, kill him." Just as Mu Hanyan was secretly sighing, an old man in a black robe shouted loudly with some panic.

Originally, they had made up their minds that as long as they could entangle Ye Lanxun, they would be able to hold on until the master of the family regained his mastery of evil magic and woke up. However, with the variable of Zirong, they knew that things were not as simple as they had expected.

Although Zirong's strength wasn't as great as Mu Hanyan, Hua Yue, and the others, his enchanting eyes made him the nemesis of those black-clad swordsmen. In front of him, the Gui Yu clan's exquisite swordsmanship, enhanced by secret techniques, was completely powerless.