What they worried about did not happen. As the four people made hand gestures, the sword beams, although extremely powerful, did not collide after meeting each other. Instead, they entangled with each other and continued to circle in the air.

"A dragon soars into the sky!" With Ye Lanxun's clear shout, a black dragon appeared in the air.

Although any high-level swordsman can learn the art of transforming sword energy into various sword shapes according to the sword intent, and dragon-shaped sword beams are not uncommon in the Holy Court Continent, no one has ever seen such a lifelike dragon-shaped sword shadow.

The dragon horns, dragon head, dragon whiskers and dragon eyes are all so lifelike, as if the legendary dragon has been resurrected before one's eyes. Even its majestic aura is 70% similar to that of the mythical beast.

The dragon shape continued to expand and extend, reaching hundreds or thousands of feet long. The huge body also formed a new barrier, covering the outside of the original barrier. The location of the cemetery was right at its heart.

The cemetery, which had been shaken violently, returned to calm again. Everyone's hearts were filled with loss, but also with hope again.

"Success, we finally succeeded this time!" Everyone looked at Shao Chengxiong in surprise.

Fortunately, this martial arts fanatic did not fail at the critical moment and finally succeeded once.

Just when everyone was overjoyed, Shao Chengxiong suddenly turned pale, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his legs went weak and he half-knelt on the ground.

It turned out that it was too early to be happy. Everyone felt like they were doused in a basin of ice water, and their hearts sank to the bottom.

Mu Hanyan was also a little disappointed. Although she didn't quite understand how to perform the Dragon Soaring to the Sky technique, she could at least see that in order to perform this technique, in addition to sword techniques, one would need strength at least above that of a Sword Saint. This alone was enough to make her give up.

It seems that they have no choice but to give up.

As Shao Chengxiong fell to the ground injured, the dragon shadow in the air gradually became illusory.

Ye Lanxuan, Tan Tai Changqing and Wei Xiaotian sighed secretly and prepared to put away their sword techniques.

Even if they didn't originally have high hopes, they couldn't help but feel regret when they really failed.

"Longteng, Jiuxiao!" Just when everyone was about to give up, the clear shout rang out again.

I saw a handsome young man coming from the sky, slashing with his sword while making quick hand gestures.

His hand gestures were exactly the same as those used by Shao Chengxiong before, and although his aura was inferior to that of Ye Lanxuan and others, he was still a master above the Sword Saint.

Saint, this is the fifth saint! Although the boy doesn't look very old, everyone can't help but respect him.

After the initial shock, Mu Hanyan's expression turned into unconcealable ecstasy.

Mu Hanfeng is her younger brother Mu Hanfeng. It turns out that he is the last saint!

In the past, Mu Hanyan had been sincerely happy for her brother when she saw his strength improve by leaps and bounds after he went out for training. Now, when she heard that he had become a disciple of a hermit master, she was a little curious about the origins of this master.

Now I know that his master is the Holy Lord, and he is the last of the five saints and also the most mysterious one.

Looking at Mu Hanfeng's increasingly mature and handsome face, which had a domineering yet extraordinary aura that was somewhat similar to Ye Lanxun's, Mu Hanyan felt a sense of pride in her heart.

This is her younger brother, a blood relative. She has long known that one day he will make a big splash and soar to the sky.

Seeing Mu Hanfeng's sword strike, Ye Lanxun, Tan Tai Changqing, and Wei Xiaotian were greatly encouraged. Although Mu Hanfeng's strength was not comparable to Shao Chengxiong, judging by the sword intent of this sword strike, his comprehension was by no means inferior to Shao Chengxiong's. When it came to his understanding of the Dragon Soaring into the Nine Skies, he even surpassed him.

The three of them joined forces again and slashed out with their swords. The four sword beams converged at one point, and in mid-air, the dragon shape that was gradually disappearing condensed again, becoming more real than before. The unique aura and majesty of the divine beast were also stronger than before.

With a vast dragon roar, the giant dragon's body suddenly solidified, like an ancient sculpture, hovering outside the barrier, forming a solid defense. Coupled with the original barrier, this cemetery guarded by the gods can be said to be completely indestructible.

The cemetery calmed down once again, allowing the void storm to rage ahead without anyone feeling a thing. They even had a hunch that even if the void storm destroyed the entire continent, this cemetery would be the safest place, the final refuge.

Almost everyone was so excited that their eyes were filled with tears, and looking at Mu Hanfeng's handsome and young face, their hearts were filled with respect.

At the same time, they were also somewhat curious about who this most mysterious saint was. Out of awe for him, no one dared to step forward and ask.

But soon, they had the answer.

"Sister." The saint floated down and walked towards Mu Hanyan step by step, his eyes filled with excitement, kindness, longing, and blood-thicker-than-water kinship.

"Han Feng." Mu Hanyan's eyes also became moist.

Her younger brother has grown up and matured, and his strength is even stronger than hers. However, in her heart, he is still her closest younger brother, the one who silently protects her and is willing to give his life for her.

The brother and sister hugged each other tightly. Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, there was still no estrangement between them, as if they had never been separated.

It turned out that he was Mu Hanyan's younger brother. Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and emotional again.

I originally thought that Mu Hanyan's talent was incredible and her strength was strong enough, but I didn't expect that she actually had a younger brother who was a saint and was even stronger than her.

The Anyun Mu clan, once the foremost aristocratic family in Anyun, was truly extraordinary. Although the Mu clan's strength had declined significantly due to their past battle with the Zhao clan, and the two great families in Anyun had become the eight great families, with the Mu clan now only in the upper middle class, unable to secure a place among the foremost families, everyone, looking at the siblings Mu Hanyan and Mu Hanfeng, believed that the Anyun Mu clan would soon regain its former glory and become the foremost aristocratic family in Anyun, and indeed in the entire Holy Court Continent.

"So you are the last of the Twelve Saints. You didn't even tell me. Do you think you're that great?" After a long time, Mu Hanyan let go of her brother and complained.

"That's right, you didn't even tell me. This is too much." Ye Yanran also came over at this time, and it seemed that she was ready to pull his ears, but she was too embarrassed to do it in front of Mu Hanyan, so she finally waved her little fist.

"I just found out about it too. How can I tell you?" Mu Hanfeng spread his hands and said helplessly.

"You just found out about this too?" Mu Hanyan looked at him in confusion.