Mu Hanyan had been thinking that if she had known this would happen, she would have attacked him from behind and killed him with a single sword strike. However, after seeing Wei Wenshan's true strength, she realized that even if she attacked him from behind, she would have no chance of success.
After all, she had just been promoted to the sixth level of swordsmanship a few days ago, and as far as she knew, the masters of the Holy Court usually had the ability to defeat enemies of higher levels, and their actual combat power was far superior to that of masters of the same level.
Wei Wenshan's cautiousness and cunningness truly opened Mu Hanyan's eyes. With his eighth-rank swordsmanship, even in a head-on confrontation, Fen Qianji at this point would hardly be his opponent. Yet, he insisted on secretly poisoning her, unwilling to take even the slightest risk.
"I didn't want to reveal my true strength so early, but after all, you are the descendant of one of the eight great families in Anyun, and the number one in this year's Longyan freshman competition. Just consider it as a respect for you." Wei Wenshan said jokingly, and pretended to salute with a cat-and-mouse smile on his face.
"The person you want to kill is me, let her go!" Fen Qianji said with trembling whole body and gritting his teeth.
"Do you think you have the capital to bargain?" Wei Wenshan sneered and stabbed Mu Hanyan's heart with a sword.
This sword was so fierce and fierce that there was no intention of showing mercy.
Mu Hanyan swung her sword with all her might, and when the two swords collided, a surge of power surged forth. Mu Hanyan and Fen Qianji retreated repeatedly, their chest churning like a raging sea, nearly spitting out blood.
As she expected, Wei Wenshan's true combat power was much higher than his cultivation level. The power of this sword definitely reached the ninth level of swordsmanship.
Without waiting for Mu Hanyan to stop, Wei Wenshan slashed at her with sword after sword, each sword hitting the vital points. The energy in the swords rose and fell like boiling waves, one after another, each wave higher than the last.
Mu Hanyan could barely cope with it at the beginning, but later on, the pressure became greater and greater. She felt as if she was trapped in a vast ocean, surrounded by surging waves. Not to mention resisting, she couldn't even escape.
"Mu Hanyan, die!" Wei Wenshan suddenly shouted and stabbed his chest with a long sword.
This sword is as powerful as thunder, and this sword can break the sky!
The aura of death instantly enveloped Mu Hanyan. Not to mention Mu Hanyan, a mere sixth-rank swordsman, even a master swordsman would have been forced to retreat in the face of this mighty sword. With Mu Hanyan's strength, she couldn't even retreat.
"Magoro... Yeshi..." Seeing that the terrifying sword light was getting closer and closer to Mu Hanyan, a string of strange syllables suddenly came out of Fen Qianji's mouth.
Divine language, forbidden technique!
The sword in Wei Wenshan's hand paused slightly. At this moment, a black shadow flashed in front of Mu Hanyan's eyes, and Fen Qianji was already blocking her way.
With a soft "chi" sound, Wei Wenshan's sword pierced Fen Qianji's chest, and blood spurted out. As soon as the bright red blood left his body, it instantly turned into a black flame.
The flames seemed to come from the abyss of hell, tightly wrapping around Wei Wenshan's sword. He pulled hard several times, but was unable to pull the sword out of Fen Qianji's hand. His face changed drastically.
Wei Wenshan was indeed a cautious person. When he saw that the situation was not good, he wanted to give up immediately. Unfortunately, he was one step too late.
In their previous lives, Mu Hanyan and Fen Qianji had cooperated countless times and had already developed a tacit understanding. How could they miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? The Hanxiao Sword stabbed out like lightning.
Wei Wenshan's entire body trembled, as if petrified, and he stood there in a daze. After a long moment, he lowered his head to look at the sword tip that had pierced his chest and accurately pierced his heart.
"Heretical path, it is indeed a heretical path." Wei Wenshan muttered with endless confusion and unwillingness, and then there was no sound.
A great eighth-level swordsman from the Holy Court fell like a meteor.
The black flames rushed towards him, instantly engulfing Wei Wenshan and turning him into nothingness, leaving no trace in the world.
The flames disappeared, Fen Qianji fell on his back, and the breath of life began to disappear rapidly.
"Qian Ji!" Mu Hanyan rushed forward and hugged Fen Qian Ji in her arms.
The scenes from the past life came back clearly before his eyes and gradually merged with the scene in front of him. A clear tear also dripped down his cheek.
No, he can’t die, he can’t die! Mu Hanyan wiped away her tears fiercely and took out a bunch of pills. No matter if they were for healing or replenishing Qi and essence, as long as they were not poisonous, she stuffed them all into his mouth. Then she practiced her skills, inputting her energy, and helped him absorb the power of the pills as quickly as possible.
At the same time, Mu Hanyan also remembered to use the medical techniques she had only learned a few days ago to help him seal several key meridian points. After all, alchemy originated from medicine. Although Danxin Hall was mainly based on alchemy, even if medical skills seemed useless on the surface, it was still necessary to learn some.
I don’t know if it was the effect of the elixir, or Mu Hanyan’s medical skills, or Fen Qianji’s vitality was strong enough, but his breathing gradually stabilized, but he was still in a coma and did not wake up.
Mu Hanyan let out a long sigh, and only then did she have time to check his injuries.
Mu Hanyan took a breath of cold air at the sight. Wei Wenshan's last sword was less than half a centimeter away from his heart meridian. Just a slight tremor of his wrist would destroy his heart meridian. If that was the case, even if Mu Hanyan really had extraordinary abilities, even if Fen Qianji's vitality was comparable to that of a strange beast, he would surely die.
After quickly bandaging Fen Qianji's wound, Mu Hanyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and suddenly sat down on the ground.
Although the wounds on Fen Qianji's body were not fatal, if the poison of the Ten Thousand Ants Heart-Eating Pill could not be neutralized, he would eventually die.
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