Although both are ninth-level swordsmen, Jiang Renyi is at the pinnacle of ninth-level cultivators. He has practiced hard all his life and has been at the peak of the ninth level for more than twenty years. Naturally, his strength is much stronger than Mu Hanyan, who has just been promoted to the ninth level.
However, Mu Hanyan was not at all panicked.
This should actually be considered her second fight with Jiang Renyi. Although she couldn't kill him instantly with one sword like last time, it was not difficult to kill him.
Thousands of cold plum blossoms, full of murderous intent.
If it were anyone else, facing those thousand-pointed cold plums, their only option might be to retreat. But Mu Hanyan didn't retreat, but advanced instead. At the moment when Jiang Renyi's thousand-pointed sword light enveloped her, Mu Hanyan tilted her head slightly and thrust out the long sword in her hand like lightning.
"Chi!" A ray of blood burst out from Mu Hanyan's shoulder, and her long sword had already pierced Jiang Renyi's heart.
"How is this possible? How do you know the flaw in my swordsmanship?" Jiang Renyi covered his chest and looked at Mu Hanyan in disbelief and unwillingness.
Mu Hanyan was still smiling, her smile still so bright. Looking at that bright smile, Jiang Renyi, whose mind was gradually lost, couldn't even believe that the resolute and decisive sword strike just now came from her hand.
No one understood the danger of that sword better than himself. Although it was a ninth-level illusion sword technique, not even as good as the tenth-level sword technique, every sword-shaped phantom in the thousands of cold plums was filled with murderous intent, and the alternation between reality and illusion was endless.
Just now, Mu Hanyan tilted her head slightly, seemingly dodging his fatal sword skill easily, but in fact it was extremely dangerous. If it was just a slight difference, if the movement was a little bigger or a little smaller, the result would be more than just getting injured.
In other words, even if it were Jiang Yiren himself, even if he knew the only flaw in his swordsmanship, he would never dare to take such a risk.
How could this girl with a smile as bright as spring be so resolute and ruthless? Jiang Renyi couldn't imagine it until his death.
Mu Hanyan did not answer and continued walking forward.
Unfortunately, her strength was still a little lacking at this moment. If she hadn't wanted to end the battle quickly to avoid any further complications, she wouldn't even have been injured.
However, this injury was nothing to her. In the past, she had experienced battles far more brutal than today's. In an instant, Mu Hanyan seemed to have returned to the past.
Behind her beautiful smile, her eyes were so cold and ruthless. Her heart was without a single ripple or compassion. She was as calm and cold as the bluestone on the mountain that had stood for billions of years.
"Why haven't you started yet?" Jiang Zhongtian finished a glass of wine, but did not hear the sound of the swordsmen fighting, and said in surprise.
"Is there something strange?" the guard speculated.
"What else could be so strange? Could it be that Renyi is afraid of causing trouble when he sees me retiring and returning to my hometown? Alas, I am old, and Renyi is old too. We don't have the same sharpness as we used to have." Jiang Zhongtian shook his head and sighed.
"Sir, he's dead, dead..." At this moment, a guard rushed in in panic.
"What do you mean by 'the master is dead'? You are talking nonsense and you want to be beaten?" The guard beside him kicked the man to the ground.
"No...it's not that the master died." The guard finally realized that he had said the wrong thing in a hurry and stammered.
"Isn't it just a death of a person? Although I am no longer in the capital, killing a despicable guy who broke into a private house at night is not a big deal. Why are you so panicked?" Jiang Zhongtian was not angry at all, and said disdainfully.
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