"If Mu Hanyan's servants were more capable, perhaps they could help her block a few attacks, but... what a pity, what a pity..." Some people also sighed.
"I told you long ago that these guys' good luck is over. Not only will their true colors be exposed, but Mu Hanyan will also be killed by them." Of course, there were also people who sneered with glee.
The competition stage, which is ten feet square, is definitely not small, but for a cultivator of this strength, it is only a few steps away. In just a blink of an eye, the figures of Qin Ba and others appeared in front of them, and four sword beams were covering Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan just looked at the few people indifferently, holding the hilt of the sword, but had no intention of drawing the sword at all.
There was another cry of surprise from the audience. No one would doubt that with the combined efforts of the four, even if Mu Hanyan could barely resist, her strength would be greatly damaged, and Jing Jianjue's final fatal sword would most likely kill her on the stage.
Yet, even at this point, she still hadn't drawn her sword. What was she thinking? Was she frightened by the sudden increase in strength of the other five? But judging by her performance in the previous two matches, she didn't seem timid.
Soon, they had the answer.
A tall and straight figure flew out from behind Mu Hanyan. It was one of her servants who had never been looked at seriously by anyone. If I remembered correctly, his name seemed to be Hua Yue.
"Thunder sound, sky shaking!" With Hua Yue's cold voice, the sword light slashed out, facing Qin Ba's domineering and unparalleled sword light.
Seeking death! Seeing Hua Yue's fearless figure, everyone had the same thought in their minds. In their opinion, Hua Yue was obviously planning to use a sword to kill both of them to block Mu Hanyan's attack.
Although they had previously underestimated Yu Huayue's strength, everyone was still moved by his loyalty and devotion to his master, and their impression of him changed significantly. However, the power gap was so huge that he had no chance of dying together; he was simply committing suicide.
But they soon realized that they were wrong.
"Boom!" When the two swords collided, there was a loud noise like thunder. A shock wave centered on the point where the two swords intersected, and quickly enveloped the two of them.
The two men trembled violently and were actually shocked to fly backwards at the same time.
The entire training ground fell into a brief silence.
How could it be possible that a master swordsman of the eighth rank was actually repelled by a single strike from a fourth rank swordsman? Furthermore, everyone could see that among the people around Jing Jianjue, Qin Ba's swordsmanship was the most powerful. If they were to fight head-on, even the others would not be his match.
But Hua Yue, with the strength of a fourth-level swordsman, could not have blocked his all-out attack and even knocked him flying backwards. How could this be possible?
If the facts were not right before their eyes, they would almost doubt whether there was something wrong with their eyes.
Their surprise did not end, because immediately, another figure came to meet Liang Qian, it was Jiang Yuzhe.
Among the people around Jing Jianjue, Qin Ba's attack power was obviously the strongest, while Liang Qian's speed was the fastest. The trajectory of his sword, as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning, was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.
Faced with such a swift and difficult-to-defy sword, Jiang Yuzhe did not dodge or evade, but rushed straight forward.
But this time, no one thought he was seeking death. After seeing Hua Yue's sword, no one dared to underestimate anyone around Mu Hanyan.
Sure enough, just as they had expected, at the moment when Liang Qian's sword was about to pierce Jiang Yuzhe, his figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
"Hide your body? It's just a trifle!" Liang Qian snorted coldly.
This kind of barrier that conceals the body is not unique to Jiang Yuzhe. Some other aristocratic families or the Holy Court also have similar secret techniques, but the methods of execution are different.
However, no matter how it is used, this barrier has a fatal weakness, which is that it cannot attack when invisible, and when it appears to attack, it is also the weakest moment.
Liang Qian was confident enough that with his swift sword, he could kill Jiang Yuzhe with one strike the moment he appeared.
As the sword's momentum was retracted, Liang Qian focused his attention and prepared to deliver a fatal blow.
"Really? People who are too conceited usually die miserably." Jiang Yuzhe's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Immediately afterwards, the light and shadow in front of him moved, and three identical figures appeared in front of him and on both sides. Three swords stabbed at his heart and vital points from different angles.
"Clone, disillusionment!" A ruthless shout came from the three of them at the same time.
Liang Qian's face changed drastically. No matter how fast his sword was, it was impossible for him to kill three opponents at the same time. Although the opponents were weak, they were not weak enough to be slaughtered at will.
Liang Qian knew very well that among these three figures, only one was Jiang Yuzhe's real body, and the other two were clones and phantoms. However, in such a hurry, he couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.
In an instant, his spiritual power reached its peak. Finally, relying on his strength far superior to Jiang Yuzhe's by four ranks, he discovered the more concentrated sword energy on the clone on the left and stabbed it out with his sword.
"Chi!" A flower of blood spurted out of Jiang Yuzhe's left shoulder, and the two phantom clones disappeared at the same time.
But at the same time, Jiang Yuzhe's tailor-made long sword, which was thinner and longer than the swords of ordinary swordsmen, pierced his thigh, drawing a line of blood.
With a muffled groan, the two men covered their wounds with their hands and were knocked back at the same time by the powerful energy in each other's swords.
This scene once again stunned everyone, and even greater surprises were yet to come.
Just as Huayue and Jiang Yuzhe were fighting, Zirong also took action.
Facing Lu Zhenhuan's ever-changing sword shadows, Zirong stepped forward lightly and rushed directly into the sword shadows. Her demonic eyes also emitted a strange light.
Countless sword shadows flew past him, but they always missed him by a hair's breadth. At this moment, Hua Yue was like a strange ghost, moving left and right, forward and right, and the distance between him and Lu Zhenhuan was rapidly closing.
"Demon sword, heart-killing!" Zirong's sword finally took action.
The demon sword Zirong, who later became famous in Anyun, finally used his famous skills.
The angle of this sword strike was so bizarre. To avoid the countless sword shadows, his body twisted in a strange position, bent backwards, leaning sideways like a boneless fish, while the long sword stabbed out diagonally from his crotch.
Seeing the place where the sword passed, all the male audience members present felt a chill in their bodies and subconsciously clamped their legs together.
But obviously, they were not the most uncomfortable ones. The most uncomfortable one was Lu Zhenhuan, because the direction of the sword was right at his vital point.
A man should be a little harder on himself. Seeing the angle and position of Hua Yue's sword, and thinking of the risk he took, Lu Zhenhuan suddenly remembered this sentence.
However, he didn't have time to think too much.
Although Zirong's sword was still so vulgar and dirty, no one could deny that the angle, speed and power of this sword were exquisite to the extreme.
All of Zirong's mind and spirit were absorbed into this sword. This is the origin of the name "Heart Killing".
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