However, every time the sword arc flew out, a blood mist burst out of his body. It was obvious that his meridians could not withstand the huge force of the fusion of energy and spiritual power and exploded one after another.
Finally, the flaming spear disappeared, and Zhao Si Ning regained his footing. His robes were soaked in blood, but the bloodshot in his eyes became even more frantic.
"Lingxian, wait for me for a moment, soon we will be together." A sweet and happy smile appeared on Zhao Sining's face, which was so weird that it made people's scalp numb.
With that weird smile, Zhao Sining raised his sword again and rushed towards Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan looked solemn and raised her sword again.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
Even Mu Hanyan couldn't remember how many sword strikes she had made. She only knew that nearly every meridian in Zhao Si Ning's body had been ruptured, leaving a thin river of blood on the ground beneath his feet. Anyone else would have lost their fighting ability long ago, but Zhao Si Ning was becoming increasingly frantic, his smile growing more and more strange, and his aura growing stronger.
The most surprising thing was that the longsword in his hand had also turned blood red, with drops of blood flowing down the hilt into the blade. It was as if the longsword had become a part of his body, connected to his blood.
Man and sword become one, heaven and sword become one. Mu Hanyan had seen such a state before and had experienced it personally, but this was the first time she had seen such a strange scene. She couldn't even figure out how he did it.
The cultivation methods for mental illness are indeed beyond the comprehension of normal people.
Zhao Xinghu and others around them felt their legs go weak and their faces turned pale.
Witnessing this scene, they finally realized how ridiculous their previous assumptions had been. After fighting so hard to this point, how could Zhao Sining be just pretending? He truly wanted to kill Mu Hanyan, not even caring about his own life. Who exactly was this spiritual immortal he was talking about? How could he have caused such a deep hatred between him and Mu Hanyan?
They finally understood why Zhao Sining had become the nightmare of countless priests in the Temple of Death. Even if we put aside his strength and combat power, just talking about his crazy murderous intent, and his cruelty to the enemy and even crueler to himself, was enough to make people tremble with fear.
However, no matter how crazy or cruel Zhao Sining was, he was still powerless in front of Mu Hanyan.
However, in the face of Zhao Si Ning's relentless and desperate attacks, Mu Hanyan was like a thousand-year-old pine tree on the top of a solitary peak. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, I will remain unmoved. However, every time she attacked, Zhao Si Ning would be knocked back again and again.
"Eight Desolations, God Falls!" Finally, Mu Hanyan used her strongest skill.
It wasn't that her life was threatened that she had the intention to kill Zhao Si Ning. In fact, even if Zhao Si Ning was a little crazier and his attacks were a little more fierce, he still wouldn't pose any threat to her.
It was because she could see that Zhao Si Ning's mind was completely disordered and his mental illness was worse than before. If she didn't stop him in time, she wouldn't have to kill him at all, because he might bleed to death.
With the help of the Starfall of the Eight Desolations, Mu Hanyan could easily repel Zhao Sining, but it was still difficult for her to stop him, so she could only use the Starfall of the Eight Desolations.
A fiery red spear with burning flames streaked across the sky, and the entire world seemed to be dyed with a layer of fiery clouds.
Zhao Si Ning instinctively swung his sword, and as blood mist exploded, dozens of death sword arcs were slashed out quickly. Although they were not attacked at the same time, they were so fast that there was no order.
However, with his current strength, how could he possibly withstand Mu Hanyan's strongest attack? His body was struck by lightning. After a brief pause, it flew out like a kite with a broken string, and then fell to the ground, unable to stand up like before.
There was deathly silence all around. Zhao Xinghu and the others were completely terrified. Seeing Zhao Sining lying straight on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, no one dared to step forward to check. They didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of attracting Mu Hanyan's attention and getting stabbed by her again.
At this moment, they wished there was a crack in the ground so they could jump in and make Mu Hanyan forget their existence. Oh, yes, there was a crack in the ground, right behind them, but it was bottomless. How could they dare to jump in? If they really had that kind of courage, they might as well fight Mu Hanyan to the death. After all, they would die anyway, so at least they could die with dignity.
Seeing how trembling with fear, so cowardly that they didn't even care about Zhao Si Ning's life or death, Mu Hanyan secretly shook her head. Fortunately, Zhao Si Ning had a mental illness attack and fought with her for Miss Zhao Si. If it was really for them, it would be too not worth it.
"How is it? Are you not dead yet?" Mu Hanyan came to Zhao Sining, stuffed a few pills into his mouth, kicked him and asked.
"Thank you for showing mercy. What happened to me just now?" Zhao Sining opened his eyes and remembered something, but there were many gaps in his memory. He asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, he just lost to me. It's not the first time anyway." Mu Hanyan was not afraid of hurting his self-esteem and said disapprovingly.
"I didn't expect that I'm still no match for you." Zhao Sining sighed, his expression gloomy.
Although he was gloomy, his eyes were clear. Mu Hanyan was relieved. Although the more serious this guy's mental illness was, the better his brain worked and the stronger his fighting ability was, but with the little kindness she had in her heart, Mu Hanyan still hoped that he could be more normal.
Mu Hanyan took out a few more pills and handed them to Zhao Sining. These pills were specially made for her by Wu Yazi, Zhou Jilin, Gu Qingyang, and Tang Fengren before she left. While they couldn't truly revive the dead, they were incredibly effective in healing wounds, and even ordinary people would consider them panaceas.
"By the way, how did you get here?" Zhao Sining had long been accustomed to her kindness and did not refuse. He asked while taking the pill to refine the pill's power.
Mu Hanyan actually wanted to ask the same question.
When she got the Destiny Star Plates from Wen Gaoren last time, she suspected that something was wrong with Mu Hanfeng's Dragon Soaring into the Nine Skies defensive formation. Seeing Zhao Sining further confirmed her suspicions. But she didn't know what had happened, and where Mu Hanfeng and the others had gone.
However, it was not easy to ask these things in front of Zhao Xinghu and others. Besides, Zhao Si Ning fell ill too quickly and she didn't have time to ask. Now that he has regained consciousness, she should know the answer.
Of course, before asking, it is not appropriate for some outsiders to be present.
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