Then he stretched out his sword and attacked Mu Hanyan.
Facing a force as powerful as Mu Hanyan, he certainly wouldn't go all out, but the strength of a tenth-rank great swordsman was no small feat. Even with a casual strike, the moon-like sword light still chilled him, and the overwhelming pressure made it almost impossible to breathe.
Hua Yue and Zirong's faces changed, and they were about to attack, but they saw that Mu Hanyan had already taken the lead. She ignored Zong Dingfang's attack and stabbed the long sword in her hand straight into his chest with no light at all.
"What are they doing? Are they looking for death?" Huayue, Zirong and the others were all shocked, puzzled, and nervous.
Mu Hanyan's strength is quite good. Due to her previous reputation as a playboy, her strength is even shocking in the eyes of Hua Yue Zirong and others.
But no matter how shocking it is, it is only relative. A seventh-level swordsman is simply no match for a tenth-level swordsman.
Looking at her sword moves, to put it nicely, it was a fight to the death, to put it bluntly, it was like a moth flying into a flame, because in front of such an opponent, she had no qualifications to die together.
If their views on Mu Hanyan had not undergone a subversive change during this period, they would even suspect that Mu Dawanku had done something stupid again.
Mu Hanyan didn't want to be stupid. Seeing Zong Dingfang's murderous intent, she was completely unsure. Her first reaction was to look at the star chart on her chest and anxiously asked, "What should I do?"
What she never dreamed of was that only a few words appeared on the horoscope: There’s nothing I can do, just leave it alone!
If it weren't for the formidable enemy, Mu Hanyan would have immediately lost her temper: "Fuck you! No other way? Why did you let me stay? Aren't you trying to trick me? And you're saying it should be served cold? I want it to be served cold. I'm being chopped into pieces and then served cold. And then I'm going to give it to you? And then I'm going to ask you if it tastes good cold?!"
Mu Hanyan certainly didn't want to be left alone, and she certainly didn't want to be chopped into pieces. Seeing that this scoundrel was unreliable, Mu Hanyan had no choice but to fight for her life.
Fortunately, her strength had already reached the pinnacle of the sixth level, and her true combat power had reached the seventh level, perhaps even higher than the average seventh level. Zong Dingfang was unaware of this, and his attack was clearly filled with contempt.
This was her chance, or perhaps her only chance.
No one noticed that in the dark, a few people were quietly watching the situation here. They seemed to have merged with the surroundings, and even masters like Zong Dingfang were unaware of their presence.
These people were the mysterious group of black-clad, black-cloaked figures who had chased Mu Hanyan all the way here. When the leading man saw Zong Dingfang about to attack Mu Hanyan, he moved slightly, intending to attack. Suddenly, he paused, looking at the sword in Mu Hanyan's hand, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a faint, almost invisible smile curved the corners of his mouth. He then stood still, staring at Mu Hanyan intently.
The people behind him looked at each other, bewildered. They had no idea what the master was up to. It was obvious that the dude was no match for that man; the disparity in strength was too great. Since the master cared so much about the dude, he must have wanted to help him just now, but why did he stop? However, what surprised them was that this dude seemed a little different from the rumors. His strength was considered outstanding among his peers, and from what he had seen along the way, his personality didn't seem bad either. Why was he so terrible as the rumors said?
Whether it was the adults' attitude towards this dude or the dude himself, they were completely confused and lost.
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