"Whoever sent you here, I'll pay double for my life." Yan Yuchu's eyes narrowed, and he spoke in a deep voice. Although both were seriously injured, he had completely exhausted all his energy in the previous sword strike and now had no strength left. However, this assassin clearly still had some strength left, so at least killing him would be no problem.
"I shouldn't say much, but seeing that you have achieved so much at such a young age, I will let you die knowing that you understand. You shouldn't have come into this world!" After saying this, the assassin stabbed out with a sword.
"What do you mean? Let me die knowing clearly!" Yan Yuchu was stunned, obviously not understanding what the assassin said, and shouted in despair.
Although the assassin was also seriously injured, the power of this sword was still not inferior to that of the great swordsman. How could he resist it at this moment?
He knew he was doomed, yet he was unwilling to accept it. Like Mu Hanyan, he had once been considered useless, forgotten among his brothers and sisters. It wasn't until the night of his sixteenth birthday that he suddenly experienced a sudden enlightenment. In just six months, he reached the realm of swordsmanship and was appointed Lord of Xiushui City by his overjoyed grandfather.
His glory had just begun, how could he die now? However, no matter how unwilling or reluctant he was, the facts could not be changed.
Yan Yuchu's eyes were dead, without any spirit left.
Just when Yan Yuchu was completely desperate, a long sword stabbed out silently from behind the assassin.
"Looking for death!" As expected of a professional assassin, his premonition of danger was far superior to that of ordinary people. Although Mu Hanyan had tried her best to conceal her aura with this strike, it was still detected. Feeling the biting cold behind him, the assassin's heart was alerted. With a roar, he temporarily put Yan Yuchu aside, turned around, and thrust the tip of his sword straight into Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan's wish to be stabbed in the back was dashed, and she could no longer hide her strength.
Even though the opponent was seriously injured, he could still display the strength of a great swordsman. If she dared to hide her strength, she would be seeking death.
With a twist of his wrist, the Hanxiao Sword swept across the sky.
Bits of frost and thousands of cold snow are dancing all over the sky!
Illusion Sword Technique! Ninth level swordsman.
"You, you are at the ninth level!" Yan Yuchu exclaimed.
His heart skipped a beat. Although Mu Hanyan was performing the phantom swordsmanship of a ninth-level swordsman at this time, it was somewhat different from the phantom swordsmanship of other ninth-level swordsmen.
The so-called illusion swordsmanship is simply to maximize the speed of the sword and control the power to the utmost. The illusion thus created is used to confuse the eyes and shock the mind. The illusion itself has no power at all.
When it comes to the tenth level of swordsman, which is the level of great swordsman, the control of energy reaches another level. The illusion sword technique is advanced to the transformation sword technique. One sword can transform into thousands, and one sword can create all things.
The original illusion is no longer an illusion, but a real existence, as powerful as a blue dragon, a fierce tiger, or summer thunder and winter snow, with its power increased exponentially.
Although the snow and frost transformed by Mu Hanyan's sword did not reach the level of sword transformation, it also made him feel a bone-chilling cold. His hands and feet even felt stiff for a moment. It was obviously beyond the level of ordinary illusion swordsmanship, which was equivalent to taking one foot into the threshold of a great swordsman.
If the assassin hadn't suddenly appeared just now, he would have underestimated the enemy and would have been defeated by him. Thinking of this, Yan Yuchu felt a wave of fear in his heart.
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