Immediately afterwards, a dazzling crimson light filled the sky. Mu Hanfeng's sword energy pierced the air, condensing into a fiery blue dragon, its entire body ablaze with flames. It bared its fangs and claws and plunged into Mu Ziping's Nine Heavens Waterfall.

"Boom", with a loud noise, the blue dragon broke through the ice and snow waterfall and went straight into the sky, as if even the vast sky was going to be torn open by it with a big hole.

The ice and snow waterfall formed by the energy condensed from Mu Ziyun's body burst like a fragile soap bubble, and the air around him was distorted. Only chaotic sword energy spread rapidly in all directions like a shock wave.

Except for a few masters such as Mu Ruian and Mu Hanyan, a group of young men including Mu Ze were all shocked to the point of falling down.

"Chixiao Sword, impossible, how could you get the Chixiao Sword!" In the middle of the venue, Mu Ziping spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at the word Chixiao on the long sword in Mu Hanfeng's hand, and said in disbelief. As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

At this time, Mu Ziping's hair was disheveled, his body was charred from being burned by flames, and he was spitting out blood one mouthful after another. It was obvious that his internal organs had suffered severe damage.

This was not the worst. The worst thing was that the True Water Sword in his hand was broken into two pieces.

The Mu family's ancestral swords, although known as divine swords, are only of much better quality than ordinary swords. How can they be compared with the legendary Chixiao Sword?

The Scarlet Sky Sword was the true divine weapon. Even the few masters who had once possessed the Scarlet Sky Sword had achieved fame because of it. Without it, it was doubtful whether they could have become the renowned and unrivaled masters they once were.

"The Chixiao Sword! It's actually the Chixiao Sword!" Looking at the legendary artifact in his hand, Mu Hanfeng was briefly distracted.

He was worried that the sword Mu Hanyan had given him wouldn't be able to withstand the power of his swordsmanship, so he had reserved some strength. After all, this was Mu Hanyan's first official gift to him, and he was reluctant to damage it easily.

But who would have thought that this was the legendary Chixiao Sword.

Fortunately, he retained some strength, otherwise Mu Ziping would not be alive now.

Holding the Scarlet Sky Sword, Mu Hanfeng's eyes welled up. The Scarlet Sky Sword was infinitely superior to the Cold Sky Sword he had given Mu Hanyan. If it had been someone else, it wouldn't have been surprising for master and disciple to turn against each other, forcing siblings to fight over such a divine weapon. Yet, Mu Hanyan had given it to him without hesitation.

But how could he accept such a gift?

Mu Hanfeng looked at Mu Hanyan and was about to speak.

"If you still consider me your relative, then keep me here, protect yourself, and don't make me worry." Mu Hanyan saw what Mu Hanfeng wanted to say and spoke first.

Her voice was calm and powerful, full of concern and love for her brother, and also had a majesty that she had never had before.

"Yeah." Looking at Mu Hanyan, Mu Hanfeng couldn't say a word, but just nodded heavily.

Silence reigned all around. Shocked by the might of the Scarlet Sky Sword and moved by the deep bond between Mu Hanyan and his "brother," Mu Ze and the others were so deeply moved that they even forgot to cheer.

"Ziping, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you!" At this moment, Mu Yunshui's panicked cry came to his ears.

When everyone turned their heads to look, they saw that Mu Ziping was not only spitting blood, but also had thin blood spots oozing out of his body. It was obvious that his meridians were ruptured, and the rupture was extremely serious.

For the average swordsman, besides refining the Dantian Qi Sea, which stores vital energy, the meridians are the most important. While the Mu family's Tianxin technique centers around the heart meridian, the meridians are equally crucial. Such an injury could severely damage Mu Ziping's cultivation, potentially leading him to follow in his father's footsteps, never reaching the pinnacle of the Great Swordsman's realm.

Mu Shuiyun's fingers quickly touched Mu Ziping's body, blocking his meridian points one by one, and then took out more than a dozen bottles of pills and fed them all into Mu Ziping's mouth.

Even though they were far away, everyone still felt refreshed when they smelled the faint fragrance of the elixir. There was no need to guess, everyone knew that this was a top-grade healing elixir that was worth a fortune.

After Mu Shuiyun sealed his meridian points and he took a large number of elixirs, Mu Ziping stopped vomiting blood and fell into a coma, his breathing calmed down. It seemed that the damage to his meridians had been temporarily repaired and he was not seriously injured. However, elixirs were only external forces after all. His injury was so severe that the extent of his recovery and whether it would affect his cultivation still depended on his own physical condition and a bit of luck.

"Mu Ruian, you actually allowed Zi Ping to commit such a crime and injured Zi Ping so badly. You also destroyed the Zhenshui Sword passed down from our clan ancestors. I... I will never let you go!" Mu Yunshui roared with red eyes and a look of grief and indignation on his face.

His qualifications were not very good, and he had a foothold in the clan only because of his father's influence and his adoptive father's status, but his status was not very high either. However, a master's status depends on his disciple, and he was lucky enough to have Mu Ziping, a disciple with amazing talent. In addition, his adoptive father interceded for him before his death, so he became the ninth priest of the Mu family.

Even though others didn't mention these things, he knew them all. Therefore, he had a special liking for Mu Ziping and even gave him the True Water Sword left by his adoptive father. He knew very well that if he wanted to gain a firm foothold in the Mu family or even move up a level, he could only place his hopes on Mu Ziping. After all, Mu Ziping was already quite old, and no matter how much he practiced, he wouldn't be able to make any significant breakthroughs.

Who would have thought that when Mu Ziping was about to be promoted to the realm of swordsman, he failed in Black Stone City and was seriously injured by Mu Hanfeng. If there were any hidden dangers left, all his hopes would be ruined.

The more Mu Yunshui thought about it, the angrier he became, and he wished he could cut Mu Ruian's family into pieces.

"A fair fight is a match of swords and guns. The two players have similar strengths. Isn't it normal for some accidents to happen?" Mu Ruian said indifferently.

Although he felt some sympathy for Mu Ziping's father's plight, he absolutely did not feel any guilt. Everything was his own fault. He did not personally attack Mu Ziping, which was considered to be a kind heart.

Judging from the fight between the two just now, if Mu Hanfeng was weaker, or if the longsword in his hand was too low-grade, it would be hard to say who would win or lose. If Mu Hanfeng lost, his fate would definitely be even more tragic than Mu Ziping's. How could he possibly care about Mu Ziping's life or death?

"What do you mean by accident? Mu Hanfeng is a master of the swordsman realm, his strength is far higher than Zi Ping, and he possesses the Chixiao Divine Sword, which is even more powerful than Zi Ping. How could there be an accident? It's obvious that he was deliberately trying to harm him!" Mu Yunshui jumped up, pointed at Mu Hanfeng, and roared with hatred.

"Old man, do you have any shame at all? You can say such slanderous words. That sword was obviously given to Mu Hanfeng by Brother Hanyan. How did he know that it was the Chixiao Sword? If he wanted to kill him, Mu Ziping would have died long ago. How could he be alive until now!" The little tigress Mu Yuying was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside. She didn't care whether it was a clan or not, or whether they were worshipped or not, and said with a look of contempt.