A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Pei Qiuyi's mouth. He didn't know how long he could hold on. He was even afraid that when the power of the magic weapon became weaker and weaker and his strength gradually returned to his original level, he might be dragged down by the opponent and die under Tang Bufan's sword if he was not careful.

…

Among all the people, Zirong was probably the most relaxed. With his pair of demonic eyes that could see through countless changes, and his "Demon Sword Heart Killing" that was full of demonic aura and extremely filthy, he completely took the initiative on the field.

The strange and changeable figure shuttled through Lu Zhenhuan's thousands of sword beams like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out again and again at almost impossible angles, pointing directly at the opponent's vital points.

Lu Zhenhuan no longer had the confidence he had before. His face was covered in cold sweat, and his legs kept clamping together from time to time, making his posture look extremely strange.

He was afraid. Everyone could see that Lu Zhenhuan was afraid. It wasn't surprising; any man would be terrified by Zirong's obscene yet unpredictable swordsmanship. Not to mention Lu Zhenhuan, every time Zirong thrust her sword forward, even the audience sitting in the senior seats couldn't help but squeeze their legs together, as if a cold breeze had swept through them.

Lu Zhenhuan didn't dare to let Zirong get close to him, so he could only use all his strength to perform "Thousand Sword Transformations" again and again, laying down a huge sword net in front of him.

The sword skills that were originally used for attack and were always effective had completely turned into defensive sword skills at this moment, and even he himself felt frustrated.

It was obvious that this sword technique consumed a great deal of his energy. His sword robe was already soaked with cold sweat, and even the hand that was holding the sword technique was trembling slightly.

Zirong's expression was also grim, revealing a sickly dejection. While the opponent's Thousand Machine Sword Transformation had suffered significant damage, his Demonic Eyes and Demonic Sword Heart Killing had also suffered considerable damage. At this point, he was not far from the end of his strength.

Although neither of them had any scars on their bodies so far, and not even a single hair was broken, everyone could see that the battle between them was extremely dangerous.

If Zirong exhausted her energy first, or was distracted for even a moment, she would be slain by the countless sword shadows, most likely chopped to pieces by the opponent. And if Lu Zhenhuan wasn't as good, his life would be in jeopardy. Perhaps his death wouldn't be as horrific, but it would certainly be even more tragic. After all, each of Zirong's sword strikes wasn't particularly graceful.

For a man, whether he dies on the battlefield or in a fair fight, it is not really tragic. Since his body is cut into pieces, it can be said that he died as he deserved. But if he is stabbed to death by Zirong's swordsmanship, he would probably not be able to raise his head even as a ghost.

Looking at the two people who were on the verge of life and death with every sword, everyone's heart was in their throat.

…

The sword energy was everywhere and the loud noise was earth-shaking. Mu Hanyan was once again knocked back by Jing Jianjue's sword. She retreated all the way to the edge of the competition stage. Only then did Mu Hanyan struggle to steady her steps. A streak of blood slowly flowed from the corner of her mouth, staining her white sword robe red.

"Mu Hanyan, you still don't want to use your strongest sword?" After a series of fierce attacks, Mu Hanyan's meridians and internal organs were finally injured. Jing Jianjue finally regained some confidence and said coldly.

"It's time to put an end to this." Mu Hanyan looked at Hua Yue and others who were fighting bloody battles and were at the brink of life and death, took a deep breath and said.

Hua Yue and the others had clearly exhausted all their strength and could not hold out for much longer. They could not delay any longer. Moreover, she was about to give up.

"Then, let's decide the outcome with one sword." Jing Jianjue had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Stars fall, the world is in ruins!" Mu Hanyan slowly raised his sword.

This was her strongest and final blow. If she failed, she would die. She had no other choice.

"Damn it, Jue Jian!" Seeing the determination in Mu Hanyan's eyes, Jing Jianjue's expression became more solemn than ever before, and he also raised his sword.

"Swish!" Two sword beams slashed out at the same time, as if the heaven and earth were about to be shattered by their sword beams.

There was a raging fire in Jing Jianjue's eyes, and his fighting spirit was burning to the extreme.

The power of the temple's magical weapon was also stimulated to the extreme and all of it was bestowed upon him.

This was the final sword strike. He had absolute confidence that this strike would kill Mu Hanyan on the spot, so there was no need to worry about Qin Ba and the others anymore.

A cruel grin appeared on Jing Jianjue's face, as if he had seen Mu Hanyan's tragic death by the sword, as if he had heard the cheers of the crowd in the audience, and as if he had seen his father's high-spirited smile.

After killing Mu Hanyan and obtaining the Destiny Star Plate, he would join forces with his father after his strength increased. No one in the Yue family would be able to stop their ambitions. The Wu family would surely obtain the throne of Shangyue, and in the future, he would sit under the dragon throne and look down at the people.

At this moment, Mu Hanyan's figure suddenly disappeared.

Shapeshifting! Jing Jian was no stranger to Mu Hanyan's life-saving skills. On the day Mu Hanyan defeated Lu Junran, Wu Tianxiong put aside his contempt for her and began sending people to collect her information everywhere.

Unlike Hua Yue and others who are unknown, Mu Hanyan is also well-known in Anyun Kingdom. Although Anyun and Shangyue have severed diplomatic relations, there are still merchants traveling between the two countries through Western Qin or Northern Qi, so it is not difficult to inquire about her news.

Therefore, Jing Jian must have some understanding of Mu Hanyan and knew how powerful his shape-shifting skills were.

Jing Jianjue sneered. This move might work against others, but using it against him would be too much of an underestimation. Others might not know this, but he knew it all too well. The moment Mu Hanyan finished her teleportation and reappeared, she was actually at her weakest.

He had already fully absorbed the power of the temple's magical weapon into himself. His combat power was already far stronger than Mu Hanyan's. She actually dared to use the teleportation technique. Wasn't that courting death? Others might not be able to seize that fleeting opportunity, but how could he miss it?

Jing Jianjue Jian concentrated his attention and slightly retracted his sword power, preparing to deal with Mu Hanyan's sudden attack.

"Idiot!" At this moment, Mu Hanyan's contemptuous sneer suddenly came into his ears.

Jing Jianjue was slightly stunned, as if he thought of something, and that strong sense of uneasiness surged into his heart again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Hanyan's figure reappeared in his sight, but she did not appear at his side as he expected, but flew backwards. The so-called ultimate sword of Star Falling in the Desolate World had also been taken back by her long ago.

Obviously, Mu Hanyan had no intention of fighting him with a sword.