Mu Hanyan's three figures and three sky-breaking sword beams of the Nine Sky Stars also fell at this time.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Loud noises echoed one after another, and Feng Qingyu's face turned pale. Not to mention Mu Hanyan's own strength, the sword she slashed out before the two clones shattered had 50% of her sword power.
Don't underestimate this 50% sword power. With Mu Hanyan's current combat power reaching the Sword Saint realm, this 50% sword power is enough to rival a peak Great Sword Master, and even surpasses that to reach the Semi-Saint realm. In other words, he was equivalent to being attacked simultaneously by three masters: a Sword Saint and two Semi-Saints.
Feng Qingyu had never imagined that Mu Hanyan's phantom clone could possess such strength. Even if it was Jiang Yuzhe, the original owner of this innate magical power, his phantom clone could only have 20% to 30% of his strength at most. Caught off guard, he was once again blasted to dust.
This was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that the sword's power actually contained Hua Yue's thundering sound. The shockwaves of power once again broke through his defense unstoppably and rushed straight into his meridians, internal organs, causing a surge in his chest.
Monster, it turns out this is the biggest monster.
Feng Qingyu suppressed and suppressed, endured and endured, and finally, he forced down the surging foul air and did not spit it out on the spot in shame.
"Good, good, now you know the power of my sword formation." Feng Qingyu forced a subtle smile that was very master-like and said in a pretentious manner.
Originally, he wanted to show off his strength to Mu Hanyan, but now, it became a show of strength. But no matter what, the more Mu Hanyan and others benefited from this sword formation, the more it proved his strength. He could only flatter himself in this way.
"Senior Feng, it's not over yet." The long sword in Mu Hanyan's hand suddenly flew out.
Feng Qingyu then remembered that apart from the innate magical powers of Hua Yue, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan, Zirong's hidden innate magical power had never appeared on Mu Hanyan.
The same Nine Sky Stars Fall, without Mu Hanyan's restraint, although the power is slightly smaller, it is more agile, the speed is greatly improved, and the angle of the cut is even more exquisite.
The sword skills that were originally majestic and domineering became as light as the wind, erratic and unpredictable under the magical power of the sword in the heart.
The sword came so suddenly and swiftly that for a moment, even Feng Qingyu could not judge the angle at which it fell. He could only release his energy and create an invisible air shield outside his body.
"Boom!" The long sword slashed down, like divine thunder falling from the sky.
Even though he was already comparable to a sword master, the gap in strength between the two was still so huge that Mu Hanyan's sword was still unable to break Feng Qingyu's defense. However, the violent shock brought by the Thunder Sound directly penetrated the air shield and once again hit Feng Qingyu's internal organs, wave after wave, like a tide.
Feng Qingyu's face instantly turned pale and blue.
"Senior Feng, are you okay?" Seeing Feng Qingyu's strange expression, Mu Hanyan was afraid that she might accidentally hurt him, so she asked with concern.
Feng Qingyu waved his hands and wanted to say something in a superior manner, but before he could open his mouth, he covered his mouth with one hand, turned around and rushed to the corner to retch, but he vomited until tears came out, but nothing came out.
"What happened to him?" Jiang Yuzhe asked in confusion as he didn't know about the changes in Hua Yue's innate magical powers.
It can be seen that Feng Qingyu was not injured, but why was he retching like this?
"Based on my many years of experience as a doctor, he should be pregnant. Didn't you see that he has been retching?" Ling Baobao said, shaking his head.
"Well……"
Feng Qingyu turned her head and glared at Ling Baobao fiercely, feeling an urge to crush him to death.
After a while, Feng Qingyu finally stood up. Although he didn't vomit anything, his breathing had finally stabilized and his complexion was much better. However, the tears in his eyes had not yet disappeared, and he looked a little inexplicably sad.
"Senior Feng." Mu Hanyan looked at him sympathetically and handed him a pill.
"No need, I'm not injured. With your strength, how could you possibly hurt me? Thinking back to the past, I, Feng Qingyu..." Feng Qingyu regained some energy and began to think about the past. However, as he thought about it, he found that everyone was looking at him with extremely strange eyes. He wanted to laugh, but was too embarrassed to laugh out loud, so he could no longer think about the past.
Although it was not a real competition, and it was not a life-and-death gamble, otherwise if he had put all his strength into it, it would have been effortless to crush Mu Hanyan and the others. But whether it was carelessness or a sudden disaster, it was really embarrassing to be bullied like this by a few juniors.
"Senior Feng, don't be too sad. We all understand." Seeing Feng Qingyu's silent face, he kindly comforted her.
"..." Feng Qingyu felt his heart was bleeding. Originally, he just felt a little embarrassed, but Mu Hanyan's seemingly well-intentioned comfort was undoubtedly a sharp stab in his heart, and also sprinkled salt on his heart.
"Forget it, you guys just practice well on yourselves, I'm leaving." Feng Qingyu said dejectedly.
"What about the matter of accepting a disciple?" Mu Hanyan seemed to want to continue to stir up trouble.
"Let's talk about it later, let's talk about it later." With Feng Qingyu's persistence, he would certainly not give up easily, but at this moment he was no longer interested in taking in a disciple. He strode away in the air with a lonely and dejected look on his face.
"Why do I feel that he is a little sad?" Zirong said thoughtfully. It was probably because he was poisoned some time ago and was depressed for a long time, so this guy actually became a little sentimental.
"If your crotch is cut, your balls will be in a miserable state too." Ling Baobao said seriously.
Feng Qingyu staggered and almost fell from the sky. Only then did he realize that although the sword with unpredictable appearance just now failed to hurt him, it did cut his pants. No wonder he felt cold all the time.
If it was anyone else, it would be fine, but Feng Qingyu actually made such a fool of himself in front of Mu Hanyan that he wanted to just bang his head against the wall and die. Unfortunately, with his current cultivation level, let alone banging his head against the courtyard wall, he would probably die even if he banged his head against the city wall.
So he could only land on the ground as quickly as possible, then holding his pants with one hand, spread his legs, and ran out like the wind.
It was not until then that the loud laughter of Mu Hanyan, Hua Yue and others was heard in the yard.
"This time we are all thanks to Senior Feng. Otherwise, if we rely on ourselves, we don't know when we will be able to comprehend such a sword formation." After a while, Mu Hanyan put away her smile and said with emotion.
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