Mu Hanyan had hoped that the assassin would talk to Yan Yuchu for a few words, giving her the opportunity to stab him in the back, but she didn't expect this guy to be so clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary word. Even the two contemptuous snorts he gave her and Mu Ziqing were like sharpening a knife before chopping wood, and the two palms he delivered were also light and effortless.
Obviously, this is a true professional assassin, and the rule of survival is killing!
Seeing that the sword was about to pierce Yan Yuchu's chest, Mu Hanyan didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore. She suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword with her fingers. At this moment, something strange happened.
"The stars gather at the top of the head, kill!" Yan Yuchu's face showed pain after being stabbed in the chest by a sword, but a red blood light suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he shouted loudly.
Amidst the roar, Yan Yuchu's sword changed its momentum, drawing several strange trajectories, and then instead of retreating, he advanced and stabbed towards the assassin.
A few strange points of light suddenly appeared above his head, shining like the stars in the sky. Shrouded in the brilliant starlight, Yan Yuchu's whole being changed drastically.
It was as if the body was filled with infinite power, the sword shone with thousands of rays of light, and the sword energy became pure and majestic, which was improved by several levels.
Three fellow practitioners, the power of the nine heavenly stars! A divine light flashed in Mu Hanyan's slightly opened eyes. Clearly, this was the Yan family's secret technique.
The assassin's expression changed drastically and he suddenly withdrew his hand.
One has to admit that a professional assassin is a professional assassin. Whether he is killing someone or retreating after failing to hit the target, he is always decisive and efficient without any delay.
Unfortunately, Yan Yuchu's strength suddenly increased at this time, and the sword he thrust out was as powerful as thunder, which was not so easy to avoid. Blood spurted out, and Xue Han's sword had already pierced his chest.
The assassin, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist, staggered back six or seven steps before he could barely stand firm. Yan Yuchu's sword was still stuck in his chest, and his face, which would be forgotten in a crowd, had turned extremely pale.
Yan Yuchu did not pursue, but remained standing there, with the opponent's sword stuck in his chest, and his face looked just as ugly.
Obviously, the sword strike just now had exhausted all his strength and even stimulated his body's potential to the extreme. It was already good enough that he could still stand.
The two men were six or seven steps apart, staring at each other intently, with each other's long swords stuck in their chests. The scene looked extremely strange.
The night wind blew by, and the cold smell of blood quietly spread, adding a sense of tragedy.
Although all this happened in a flash, and strictly speaking the fight between the two was just one sword attack from each person, life and death depended on this one sword.
"Who are you?" Yan Yuchu pressed his fingers on his chest, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, and asked with difficulty.
When the assassin suddenly appeared, his first reaction was to seek help from the Mu family, but when he saw Mu Hanyan's attack and what happened afterwards, he denied his guess.
"It seems I came to the right place. You are indeed the person I am looking for." The assassin looked at Yan Yuchu coldly and finally spoke. However, the murderous intent in his words was even stronger.
The assassin pulled out the long sword from his chest, tapped his chest a few times with his fingers to barely stop the bleeding, and then walked towards Yan Yuchu again.
Blood dripped onto the ground, blooming into gorgeous blood flowers, but his expression was so firm and persistent.
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