"Nine Heavens, Stars Fall!" The long-lost energy surged and boiled in his body, and Mu Hanyan slashed out with a sword.
The bright sword light with a faint blue hue crossed the sky, and even the powerful force of the laws around it seemed to be cut through by one sword.
The ice crystals dancing in the wind suddenly solidified, allowing the powerful sword light to cut through them.
Seeing this bizarre scene, Kang Qingyuan's expression froze and his mind went blank for a moment. It was not until the sword light was about to hit his chest that he suddenly came to his senses and retracted his sword to block in front of him.
"Clang..." With a clear sound, Kang Qingyuan was chopped away with his sword.
"How is this possible? How could you be so powerful?" Kang Qingyuan hit the rocks behind him with a bang, climbed up and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, saying in disbelief.
"Have you ever heard of the saying, 'Those who pretend to be cool will be struck by lightning'? That's what it means for people like you." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and slashed with the sword again.
Just as she imagined, although the cultivation method of the temple is different from that of the Holy Court Continent, the levels are the same. The strength of Kang Qingyuan, a ninth-level divine priest, is actually equivalent to that of a ninth-level swordsman. However, with the help of the Hunyuan Stone, her strength has recovered to the first-level swordsman. The gap is so huge that one is in heaven and the other is on earth.
Kang Qingyuan actually dared to show off in front of her. Isn't that courting death?
Having suffered a great loss right from the start, Kang Qingyuan no longer dared to be careless.
"The endless winter has granted me the power of ice and snow, the power of ice..." Kang Qingyuan performed sword moves with his left hand while chanting in a low voice, unleashing his most powerful magic.
Unfortunately, before he could finish his chant, the terrifying sword light appeared before him again. Mu Hanyan had previously discovered that the more powerful the priest's divine art, the more difficult it seemed to be to perform. Not only did it require the support of sword techniques, but it also required chanting, and the speed of performance was also much slower. Although she didn't take Kang Qingyuan's strength seriously, she would never give him any chance to recover.
"Puff..." Blood spurted out of Kang Qingyuan's mouth, and he flew out again with his sword.
"How can you be so powerful? No, that's not right. This is not the priest's magic, this is the Holy Court Sword Art!" Kang Qingyuan was spitting out mouthfuls of blood, but suddenly a light bulb went off in his head, and he pointed at Mu Hanyan and said in shock.
"You're right." Mu Hanyan nodded. When she sent Sikong Qinglan away, she hadn't considered hiding her identity anymore. She didn't care if Kang Qingyuan figured it out; she had no intention of letting him leave alive anyway.
"So you are from the Holy Court. No wonder, no wonder." Kang Qingyuan suddenly realized.
He had found it strange before. Since Mu Hanyan was a natural born priestess of the gods, how could she possibly practice any martial arts? Now he realized that her martial arts were just a cover, and the real power was the Holy Court Sword Art.
"I understand. You have no regrets now, and you can be on your way." Mu Hanyan swung her sword again. She would show no mercy to an enemy who threatened her life.
"Do you really think that you can kill me with your swordsmanship?" Kang Qingyuan stood up suddenly and slashed with his sword.
Mu Hanyan swung the sword without any hesitation or pause. Kang Qingyuan obviously didn't have time to chant the sword technique anymore. There was not a single ray of light seeping out of the sword, and not even the slightest fluctuation of the power of law could be felt. No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like an instinctive counterattack before death.
However, at the moment when the two swords intersected, Mu Hanyan realized that this sword was not as simple as she had thought.
A powerful force surged along the long sword. Mu Hanyan only felt a numbness in her wrist and was actually shocked and took half a step back.
This power is definitely not the power of the priest's magic, nor the power of the sword's energy explosion, but more like the pure power brought by martial arts.
Could it be that this old guy has also practiced martial arts? Just when Mu Hanyan was secretly surprised, Kang Qingyuan suddenly twisted his arm, and the long sword drew an oblique arc and stabbed towards Mu Hanyan.
The arc of the sword was so exquisite and so strange that for a moment, Mu Hanyan could not find a way to break it and was forced to retreat again and again.
No, it wasn't martial arts. Martial arts didn't have such exquisite techniques. Could it be the Holy Court Sword Art? Mu Hanyan immediately rejected this speculation. This sword move was too strange, even completely contrary to the human body structure. There was no such sword technique in the Holy Court Continent!
Just when Mu Hanyan was hesitating secretly, Kang Qingyuan suddenly let out a long roar and slashed out with his sword.
Although this sword did not have the power of swordsmanship or the power of the priest's magic, it was majestic and domineering. Even Mu Hanyan was secretly amazed by its pure and powerful power.
What was even more terrifying was that the sword force was as fierce as a violent storm, and it actually sealed Mu Hanyan from all directions. Its exquisiteness was not even inferior to the Holy Court's sword skills.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that such swordsmanship could come from the hands of a temple priest?
"Stars fall, the world is in ruins!" Mu Hanyan had no way to avoid or retreat, so she could only grit her teeth and use her strongest sword skills!
"Clang!" The two long swords slashed towards each other, making a crisp sound and flying sparks.
Mu Hanyan's whole body trembled. Her strongest sword attack, which she had used without reservation, failed to repel Kang Qingyuan. The two swords were stuck together and fell into a stalemate.
Mu Hanyan was shocked. Her strength had almost recovered to the fifth level of Sword Master. With the mighty Xingluo Bahuang sword, her energy had exploded to its peak, exerting at least ten thousand pounds of force. Yet, she was unable to repel Kang Qingyuan. Remember, that sword strike didn't contain any energy, nor did it have anything to do with the priest's divine arts; it was pure strength. How powerful could that strength be?
Mu Hanyan couldn't even understand how a body without the protection of energy and the baptism of the priest's magic could withstand such a huge force.
What surprised her even more was what happened next. The two swords were stuck together, as if they were firmly glued together. She couldn't even retract her swords and retreat. At the same time, the powerful force also flowed along the swords and hit her meridians.
This power is so violent and full of destructive aura.
Mu Hanyan only felt a sweetness in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. Several meridians were ruptured at the same time, and the hand holding the sword was also broken into several wounds, and blood was dripping.
"To be able to travel through the void and come to the Continent of Gods, you must have a high status in the Holy Court. What's more rare is that even after arriving in the Continent of Gods, you still have such qualifications. If given time, perhaps you will become the strongest person at the top of the Holy Continent, and even the Lord of Gods and the Lord of Saints will have to look up to your glory. But unfortunately, you met me." Kang Qingyuan said with a ferocious face, but there was some inexplicable excitement in his eyes.
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