Mu Feng's sword strikes seemed to slay the Eight Desolations with murderous intent, but in her eyes, they were so vulnerable. With the changes in her physical condition brought about by the meridian cleansing and marrow cleansing, her eyesight, judgment, and reaction abilities had also increased exponentially. With a moment's concentration, she could clearly see the trajectory of his sword skills, every change, and every weakness.

Relying on his reaction ability that was far superior to before and his inner concentration comparable to that of a seventh-level swordsman, he condensed the Tianxin energy in his fingers and easily seized the most vulnerable flaw in Mu Feng's sword power, controlling it with just two fingers.

Mu Feng's face turned pale, and he kept shouting in his heart: "Impossible, impossible, isn't he a first-level swordsman? Isn't he a useless straw bag? How could he have such strength?"

Outsiders were just confused and puzzled by the scene before them, but Mu Feng himself was more shocked. When Mu Hanyan pinched his sword with two fingers and broke his sword to kill Bahuang, he felt a powerful force, a force that he could not contend with at all.

Holding a long sword, Mu Feng was unable to make any move. Fear spread in his heart.

"You won't make a move, right? Then I will." Mu Hanyan drew out the sword easily, took a step forward casually, and swung the sword casually.

Sword Killing the Eight Desolations, the same sword skills give people completely different feelings.

There was no brilliance in the sword's path. If one had not seen the previous scene, anyone who saw this sword would probably have disdained it. Even a decent first-level swordsman's sword skills would have been much more astonishing than this sword.

However, after seeing the shocking scene before, no one dared to underestimate this sword.

The sword's light was cold and clear, giving people a sense of extreme restraint and concentration. Although there was no dazzling sword light or piercing sword whistle, it made people feel inexplicably oppressive. All the murderous intent and all the power were compressed in the sword, compressed to the extreme. Once released, the power would inevitably be terrifying to the extreme.

The air also became solidified, making it difficult to breathe, but the heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to burst out of the body.

Surrounded by the sword light, Mu Feng was already covered in cold sweat, and even his hands and feet were numb.

"Kill him!" The hatred that had been suppressed for many years surged in his heart. Mu Feng was unwilling to just sit there and wait for death. He suppressed the fear in his heart, shouted, and swung his sword to kill.

Concentrating his strength on the sword, the long sword once again filled the sky with silver light, dazzling and cold.

Just as the two swords were about to collide, a dazzling edge finally flashed on Mu Hanyan's sword.

Unlike Mu Feng's sword, which was covered in silver light and concentrated in his power, the light on Mu Hanyan's sword was concentrated on one point, and the power was naturally concentrated on this point. Of course, the Tianxin energy concentrated on one point was far stronger than the Tianxin energy that was spread all over Mu Feng's sword.

This level of concentration on the sword is the hallmark of a sixth-rank swordsman.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..." The two swords clashed with a series of crisp sounds, and the long sword in Mu Feng's hand broke into pieces. He himself spat out a mouthful of blood and flew back like a kite with a broken string.

The entire training ground was in dead silence.

Mu Hanyan's true strength was actually that of a sixth-level swordsman. No wonder he dared to accept Mu Feng's challenge; it turned out he was confident.

Looking at Mu Hanyan who was calm and proud, everyone was shocked. No one could have imagined that the most despised good-for-nothing, fool and scumbag of the Mu family actually possessed the strength of a sixth-rank swordsman.