Just when Bu Xuanji was stunned, Wei Xiaotian had already tightly grasped his sword with both hands.
"Mu Hanyan, destroy that sword spirit, quickly, destroy that sword spirit!" Wei Xiaotian's eyes were wide open, his face distorted with pain, but he turned his head and shouted to Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan looked at Wei Xiaotian in surprise. She never expected that he would say this.
"For the sake of the Holy Court and the Holy Court Continent, we must never let this sword spirit fall into the hands of the Temple, even if it means destroying it." Wei Xiaotian roared again.
Mu Hanyan was inexplicably moved for a moment. Although Wei Xiaotian was unscrupulous in his pursuit of his goals, and although he was somewhat despicable, his loyalty to the Holy Court was no less than that of Bu Xuanji's family for generations. In this respect, he was still worthy of admiration.
"Looking for death!" Bu Xuanji cursed angrily and tried hard to draw out the sword, but the sword was held tightly by Wei Xiaotian, as if it was embedded in his body and could not be pulled out no matter what.
A stream of saintly energy was injected into Wei Xiaotian's body. His whole body was shaking violently as if struck by lightning, and he was spitting out blood clots. It was obvious that his internal organs were shattered.
"Go ahead, go ahead!" But he did not let go and still held the sword tightly.
Looking at Wei Xiaotian's ferocious and resolute face, Mu Hanyan felt a sense of tragedy in her heart again.
Because the incident happened suddenly and was too unexpected, Bu Xuanji was so shocked that he forgot to let go. He instinctively tried to draw out the sword, and the two of them were in a stalemate.
Mu Hanyan couldn't wait any longer, and suddenly drew out the Hanxiao Sword and slashed towards Bu Xuanji.
"You...what are you doing? I asked you to destroy that sword spirit!" Wei Xiaotian shouted in shock.
Mu Hanyan ignored him, and the sword pierced Bu Xuanji's heart. What a joke! Although the sword spirit contained immense power, the outer layer of flame was extremely fragile. It would not be difficult to destroy it. But she was still counting on the sword spirit to repair Yue Fanchen's foundation. How could it be destroyed so easily?
She would never do this unless it was absolutely necessary.
When Bu Xuanji and Gu Huangji arrived, they saw Ao Fangchen spitting blood and crawling up from the ground. They did not see Mu Hanyan take action, but since she was able to seriously injure Ao Fangchen, they knew without thinking too much that her strength would not be weak.
Seeing her stabbing with a sword, Bu Xuanji was terrified. In panic, he subconsciously pulled out the sword a few more times, but the sword was held tightly by Wei Xiaotian with all his strength and he still couldn't pull it out.
It was not until Mu Hanyan's sword was about to pierce his heart that he suddenly reacted, let go and stepped back.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Although Bu Xuanji's slight turn at the last moment missed the vital part of his heart meridian, the sharp tip of the sword still pierced his body.
"Ah!" Bu Xuanji roared in pain and slapped Mu Hanyan with both palms at the same time.
The palm force was so strange and unpredictable, and its power far exceeded his own strength.
More importantly, Mu Hanyan sensed a dangerous aura from it, and what made him even more surprised was that this aura seemed somewhat familiar.
Her six senses were far more acute than those of ordinary people, so she never doubted her intuition. She had originally intended to kill Bu Xuanji with a single strike of her sword, but she immediately changed her mind and flew back, withdrawing her sword.
"Boom!" Mu Hanyan had just dodged when Bu Xuanji's two palms hit the stone platform next to her.
The stone platform, which had retained some of its original appearance after millions of years, was blasted with a gap of more than half a meter, and several ancient trees next to it withered instantly, then turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind.
However, although Mu Hanyan's sword failed to kill him, the powerful energy still shattered his internal organs and meridians due to the unexpected situation. After all, his strength had only stepped into the threshold of Sword Saint. Not to mention compared with Ye Lanxun, there was still a big gap compared with saints like Wei Xiaotian.
In a rage, he slapped out two powerful palms, and he himself was seriously injured, falling to the ground with a exhausted look.
"It turned out to be you. It turned out to be you who hurt my grandma!" Mu Hanyan roared with gritted teeth.
It was not until then that she recalled where that familiar feeling came from. She had felt the same breath when she was healing her grandmother.
No wonder Grandma suspected the attacker was from the Holy Court. This palm strike embodied both the majestic aura unique to the Holy Court's techniques and the unpredictable nature of the Temple's magic. If she hadn't sensed a similar aura before and felt alert, she might have died from that blow.
My grandmother was not prepared at the time, so it was natural that she was injured at his hands.
Filled with rage, Mu Hanyan attacked Bu Xuanji again.
"Boom!" At this moment, a loud noise was heard and the whole earth shook violently.
Ao Fangchen let out a scream and flew out heavily. Blood stained his clothes and the white beard on his chest red.
Although he and Gu Huangji both sacrificed their lifespans to forcibly increase their strength, he had been seriously injured earlier and was ultimately no match for Gu Huangji's Immortal Prison.
"I underestimated you before. I didn't expect that you would recover your strength so quickly." A figure flashed, and Gu Huangji stood in front of Mu Hanyan.
It turned out that he had long seen that Mu Hanyan had lost all her strength after the battle with Ao Fangchen, so he did not take her seriously.
Mu Hanyan didn't find it strange. After all, the Temple and the Holy Court were different, so it was not surprising that he had such vision.
To be honest, they should be thankful that they have such foresight, otherwise Bu Xuanji would not have taken her lightly and been easily ambushed by her... Well, actually it wasn't really an ambushes, it was just because Bu Xuanji didn't expect that she would recover so quickly, so he was completely unprepared.
Mu Hanyan looked at Gu Huangji quietly without saying a word. She practiced martial arts to recover her energy while trying her best to concentrate her mind.
Her strength had recovered 80% at this time, and it was precisely because of this that she was able to severely injure Bu Xuanji with one sword. However, relying solely on such strength was still not enough to deal with Gu Huangji.
Although Gu Huangji also looked haggard at this time and seemed to be a hundred years older, his strength was still not comparable to Mu Hanyan.
The only thing Mu Hanyan could count on was the sword spirit, but when it injured Bu Xuanji just now, the sword spirit did not react at all, and Mu Hanyan was unable to find that sense of intimacy and familiarity of blood connection again.
Could it be that only by entering the Sword Heart of Heaven and Earth again can one borrow the power of this sword soul?
This hope is too slim, but it is also Mu Hanyan's only hope. She can only desperately concentrate her spiritual thoughts and try to enter the wonderful realm of the sword heart of heaven and earth again.
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