Mu Hanyan suddenly had a feeling that she seemed to have experienced such a scene somewhere, as if in a dream, as if in a previous life, as if countless reincarnations ago, so clear, yet so far away.

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

"Xingtian, sword chant, God's sigh!" Yi Xingtian took action.

In an instant, the long sword was shining with thousands of rays of light, and endless murderous intent gushed out. The sound of the sword chanting also became high-pitched and shrill, as if it was the roar of countless resentful souls on the ancient battlefield, filled with anger and unwillingness.

This sword was obviously more powerful than the one from yesterday. Killing intent entered their bodies, and unprecedented fear arose in the hearts of almost everyone. Their energy was suppressed to the point of being difficult to circulate.

"Plop, plop", some young swordsmen with low cultivation level foamed at the mouth and fainted on the spot under the murderous sword power.

The audience below the stage was like this, and Mu Hanyan on the stage was the first to be affected, and her expression changed drastically.

Yi Xingtian's sword contained the strength of an eighth-level swordsman and the power of a divine sword, but the most terrifying thing was the murderous intent in the sword.

It would be fine if it just brought fear to people, but the key is that under the stimulation of this murderous intent, both Yi Xingtian's own strength and the power of the magic sword increased exponentially.

Mu Hanyan believed that even if an ordinary sword saint took action, the power would be no more than this. Compared with Jing Jianjue's strength enhanced by the temple's magic weapons, Yi Xingtian was even much stronger.

Mu Hanyan raised the Hanxiao Sword, but under the powerful pressure, she couldn't strike out with the sword at all.

Endless murderous intent poured towards Mu Hanyan and pierced into her mind.

Mu Hanyan's whole body trembled violently. In her previous life, the sharp sword tip of Fen Qianji pierced her heart, Tang Bufan's regretless smile before his death, the deep concern for her parents when they died tragically, and the tragic figure of her brother in the bloody battle, all scenes reappeared before her eyes.

Mu Hanyan's mind was in a state of confusion. All kinds of scenes from her past and present lives were intertwined, making it difficult for her to distinguish between reality and memories.

"No, I can't die!" An unprecedented fear surged into my heart.

Seeing the confusion and fear in Mu Hanyan's eyes, Yi Xingtian didn't know why there was disappointment in his eyes. He didn't know whether he was disappointed that Mu Hanyan, whom she regarded as an opponent, was so vulnerable, or he was disappointed about something else.

Although she was disappointed, the sword in her hand did not stop for a moment, and continued to slash straight towards Mu Hanyan.

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"Buzz" A pleasant buzzing sound like the sound of immortals came from Mu Hanyan's mind.

Her mind entered a strange world.

Across the vast wasteland, the biting cold wind whistled across the earth, and when it swept across the cheeks, it was like a sharp long knife, causing pain in the cheeks.

War drums roared, horns blared, and countless soldiers in silver armor marched in unison, swords held high, advancing step by step. Ahead, countless black-armored warriors surged forward like a tide. Unlike the orderly formations of the opposing forces, their formation was much more disorganized. While their armor was uniformly black, its patterns were much more diverse. However, the fighting spirit they radiated was no less than their opponents'.

"Boom!" The two sides of soldiers collided violently like the tide hitting the shore, making a loud noise like thunder.

Blood splattered, dyeing the sky and the earth red.

In one battle, thousands of soldiers shed their blood on the battlefield. What shocked Mu Hanyan was that even the weakest soldiers among them were masters above the Sword Saint, and the strength of those generals was even higher, so high that Mu Hanyan could not imagine it, because there were no such masters in the Holy Court Continent.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides of the warriors were caught in a melee, with streams of blood mist spraying out. Fresh and young bodies turned cold under the swords, the screams of the wounded resounded through the sky, and the long horn sounds echoed in the wilderness for a long time, like the unwilling wails of countless dead souls.

Mu Hanyan's whole body was trembling slightly. The desolation and tragedy of the ancient battlefield almost depressed her heart as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds had been dropped on her. The shrill screams of the injured made her feel inexplicably painful. The thick smell of blood carried by the wind almost made her unable to breathe. The cold murderous intent released by thousands of Saint-level masters when they fought desperately at the same time made her whole body cold.

A golden light came from the air. It was a woman. The armor on her body emitted a light golden light, majestic and holy.

It's her! Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up. Wasn't this woman the powerful being who defeated Xing Tiannu and then was assassinated?

She rides on a mythical beast, which looks majestic and majestic, and also reveals a sacred meaning.

Aolai, it turned out to be the Aolai divine beast. It turned out that she was the master of the Aolai divine beast! Mu Hanyan was shocked. After thinking about it carefully, it was true that only such a super strong person could make the king of all beasts like Aolai submit to him.

The woman looked at the tragic battlefield below, and her eyes showed pity and sympathy.

"Roar!" The Aolai divine beast roared towards the sky.

The entire battlefield suddenly became quiet. Everyone stopped their swords and looked up at the sky in awe.

"Stars fall, the world is in ruins!" The woman slashed with her sword.

The sky and the earth lost their color, the sun and the moon lost their radiance, and the entire world became pitch black. But soon, a ray of white sword light illuminated the earth.

"What is she going to do?" Mu Hanyan was shocked again.

Although I don’t know how strong she is, just looking at the awe of the people below, I know that there is a huge gap between them and this woman.

Could it be that she wanted to kill the soldiers from both sides below in order to stop the killing? Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan felt a chill in her heart.

But she soon realized she was wrong.

The sword light shone down, and it was unexpectedly as warm as the midday sun. Bathing in it was like soaking in a clear spring.

All the fear, all the anxiety, and all the hostility were cleared away, as if I had experienced a baptism of the soul.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, a ravine ten thousand feet deep appeared between the two armies. The soldiers on both sides were separated by the ravine that was ten feet deep and a hundred feet wide.

What shocked Mu Hanyan even more was that the wounds of all the injured soldiers were healing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, no scars were visible.

The battlefield, which was originally filled with blood, became extremely clean, as if it had been washed by rain.

All the warriors no longer had the previous hostility and murderous intent, and this ancient wasteland became peaceful and harmonious, just like a legendary holy land.