Mu Hanyan had already used the Starfall in the Desolate World twice, which could only be used three times. Naturally, she couldn't use it lightly for the last time. She could only grit her teeth and use the Nine Heavens Starfall once again to fight against Jing Jianjue.

Sword beams slashed out, blades of energy flew through the air, sparks scattered like stars. Under Jing Jianjue's full-strength attack, Mu Hanyan retreated step by step. At some point, blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, and her face turned extremely pale.

However, Jing Jianjue did not dare to be careless, nor did he dare to distract himself to deal with Hua Yue and the others, because he knew that Mu Hanyan still had some strength left, and as long as he was distracted for a moment, he might face Mu Hanyan's fatal counterattack.

"Kill her. Only by killing her can the situation of the battle be changed. Otherwise, if one of Qin Ba and the others fails, I will completely lose the chance!" Having lost the confidence of victory, Jing Jianjue was no longer as calm and composed as before. He looked back and forth and placed all his hopes on defeating Mu Hanyan.

The murderous intent in his body became stronger and stronger, and his eyes became a little crazy.

This was certainly the result Mu Hanyan wanted, but facing Jing Jianjue's fierce attacks one sword after another, she was still under tremendous pressure and was caught in a life-and-death battle.

On the other side, the battle between Huayue and others has reached a life-and-death moment.

Relying on his innate magical power of "Thunder Sound Heavenly Sweep", every time they clashed, Qin Ba was forced to retreat several steps. But gradually, everyone realized that his "Thunder Sound Heavenly Sweep" sword skill actually hurt his opponent 1,000 times and hurt himself 800 times.

Every time the sword beams intersected, the shock force would increase several times. It was for this reason that Qin Ba, who was known for his powerful attack power, was shocked and retreated repeatedly, and even injured his meridians and internal organs.

But the exponentially increased recoil force also acted on Hua Yue, even more than Qin Ba could withstand. After all, the powerful shock came from his sword. Qin Ba could retreat if he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't just throw away the sword.

Anyone else would have likely perished from his own innate magical powers. Fortunately, Hua Yue's physique was exceptional, his defenses and vitality so tenacious that even Mu Hanyan would have felt inferior. Even so, his meridians would have been ruptured, his Qi Sea damaged, and even his blood vessels burst.

At this time, Hua Yue was covered in blood, and his black sword robe had turned into a strange purple color, but his expression was still so cold, and every time he swung the sword in his hand, it was still so steady.

A blood-red flame suddenly started burning outside his body. Even the sword in his hand seemed to be burning with blood-red flames, and the murderous intent in his body was also burning like flames.

Few on or off the field knew where the blood-red flames came from. Only Mu Hanyan and the others knew that Hua Yue had once again forcibly broken the seal of the Demon-Breaking Spear, drawing upon its terrifying and powerful force.

"Devil!" Looking at Huayue who looked like she had walked out of the hell of fire, the same word appeared in everyone's mind.

That’s right, Hua Yue at this moment is exactly the same as the legendary devil from the underworld!

The terrifying aura made not only the people on the stage but even Qin Ba on the opposite side showed a look of fear.

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On the other side of the arena, Jiang Yuzhe was also covered in blood. Compared to Hua Yue's fight, his battle with Liang Qian was even more brutal.

Liang Qian's sword was too fast. Even if Jiang Yuzhe possessed the innate magical power of "disillusionment of clones", it would be impossible for him to seriously injure his opponent without any harm. However, it was impossible for Liang Qian to find his true body from the three clones at the critical moment and kill him with one sword.

So, every time the clone disappeared, Jiang Yuzhe would leave a long bloody hole on Liang Qian's body, but Liang Qian's quick sword would also cut through his body mercilessly.

At this time, both of them were covered in wounds and blood, which was unbearable to look at.

In fact, they didn't have to fight so brutally, but Jiang Yuzhe had no choice. He knew that even if the opponent didn't rely on magic weapons to improve his strength, he was still much stronger than him. Only this kind of fighting style that would hurt both sides could allow him to suffer less losses or gain some advantage.

Indeed, relying on his elusive form-shifting and sudden, disillusioned attacks, he completely dominated the field. Even with Liang Qian's swordsmanship, his reflexes were limited. After repeated, mutually devastating exchanges, Liang Qian's injuries were actually more severe than Jiang Yuzhe's.

If his strength was not much stronger than Jiang Yuzhe's to begin with, and if his strength was not enhanced by the magic weapon of the temple, he would have died by Jiang Yuzhe's sword long ago.

Once again, both were injured. Both were gasping for breath, letting the blood gushed out, but their hands were still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and the determination in their eyes became stronger and stronger.

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The battle between Jiang Yuzhe and Liang Qian was actually not the most brutal. The most brutal one was that of Tang Bufan.

His strength was far inferior to that of his opponent, so he could only rely on his determination to die and his strong will to attack his opponent again and again with the attitude of dying together.

Pei Qiuyi's attack power wasn't strong, and his swordsmanship wasn't particularly refined, but even at the level of a sixth-rank swordsman, he was no match for Tang Bufan. Relying on his defensive sword skills, the Qingshuang Sword and Shield, he was already invincible. Every time he caught Tang Bufan's weakness, he would leave a shocking bloody mark on his body.

There was no intact place on Tang Bufan's sword robe. Under every tear, there was a scar with the flesh torn apart, and even the bones were faintly exposed. However, he was completely unaware, as if he was completely immune to all the pain. Like a wounded beast, or a madman who had lost his mind, he pounced forward again and again.

That insane fighting spirit, that determination to fight to the death, shocked and frightened everyone. Only then did they realize how terrifying Mu Hanyan's supposedly hindering subordinates were when they launched a desperate outburst.

Pei Qiuyi was also secretly frightened. On the surface, he had the upper hand, but only he knew that his energy was rapidly disappearing, and even his legs were trembling slightly. The increase in strength brought by the magic weapon was becoming smaller and smaller.

He didn't know how many times he thought that Tang Bufan would fall down on the spot because of his serious injuries after stabbing with the sword, but every time, he was disappointed.

Tang Bufan's body seemed to contain endless power. His solid body was like an ancient pine tree on the top of a mountain that had experienced thousands of years of wind and rain but still stood against the wind. It would never fall down.

Pei Qiuyi knew that Tang Bufan's strength wasn't as strong, nor was his energy as abundant. However, he was fighting with his will and his life. Such an opponent was both respectable and terrifying.