Mu Chengyang kept reminding himself: Don't fight, don't fight with him, this guy is made of porcelain and jade, it will break if you touch it, and you will have to pay for it if you touch it!
Although he didn't dare to fight with Mu Hanyan, seeing that Zirong, a small guard, dared to act like a threat in front of him, Mu Chengyang felt it would be too embarrassing to just ignore her.
"You, go and try it." Mu Chengyang pointed at the horse-faced guard and said.
"Me?" The horse-faced guard was a little hesitant. When gods fight, mortals suffer, and he doesn't want to get involved.
"It's just a test of swordsmanship, so let the two guards do it. What do you think, Brother Hanyan?" Mu Chengyang said to Mu Hanyan.
As long as he doesn't fight with Mu Hanyan, nothing will happen. He is well aware of this.
"Well, let me show you the peerless divine sword forged by my young master himself." Before Mu Hanyan could say anything, Zirong spoke first.
Mu Hanyan knew that Zirong was not a good person and was too lazy to stop him.
"Okay, then I'll take my blame." When the horse-faced guard heard that they were going to fight with Mu Hanyan's guards, he no longer felt any pressure. As soon as he finished speaking, he drew out his sword.
The sword shone with light, showing the strength of the ninth-level swordsman.
Zirong also raised her sword, emitting the pressure of a ninth-level swordsman. The two were equally powerful, a match made in heaven.
"Mu Zhong, don't be careless. What he holds in his hand is the peerless divine sword forged by Brother Han Yan himself." Mu Chengyang directly ridiculed Zirong's original words.
As he spoke, Mu Chengyang retreated, keeping a distance of three meters from Mu Hanyan.
There was no way. This guy was too insidious and shameless. Even if only the guards under his command took action, Mu Chengyang was still worried, fearing that the porcelain doll would be broken again by accident. It was better to stay away from him.
Seeing his cautious look, Mu Hanyan laughed inwardly. Zirong and the others were also laughing to death. It seemed that this guy had been psychologically traumatized by his own young master.
"Don't worry, sir. How dare I underestimate Master Hanyan's sword-making skills? I will definitely do my best." Mu Zhong smiled.
Of course he understood what Mu Chengyang meant. Mu Hanyan and his servant were both boasting too much. This was a good opportunity to put a damper on their arrogance.
Although his strength was comparable to Zirong's, the long sword at his waist was personally bestowed by the Third Elder, and was considered a rare top-grade sword. How could the scrap metal in Zirong's hand possibly withstand his full-strength attack?
"Go ahead." She was tall and graceful, holding a sword in one hand behind her back, while the other hand was making a sword gesture in front of her chest.
Well, he has the demeanor of a master and is very pretentious.
I have to admit that this guy is quite good looking, with a handsome face and a tall figure. When he poses like this, he really has a bit of a graceful and elegant look. Even the young girls in the crowd of passersby are secretly moved when they see him.
In comparison, Mu Zhong, who has a horse face, has a really bad appearance. It would be fine if his face was a little long, but he is short and abnormally strong. In addition, he is used to bowing his head in front of Mu Chengyang on weekdays, and he can't even straighten his back. He looks wretched no matter how you look at him.
"Little pretty boy, you've been showing off in front of me. I'll kill you with one sword." Mu Zhong originally wanted to chop off the sword in Zirong's hand to save face for his master Mu Hanyan, but now he felt ashamed of himself and made up his mind to teach Zirong a lesson.
Without saying anything, Mu Zhong shouted loudly and slashed towards Zirong with his sword.
Mu Zhong used all his strength in this sword strike, leaving no room for error. The sword's brilliance was like a star, its momentum like a rainbow.
"Come on!" Zirong shouted, and the crooked long sword in her hand slashed forward.
However, in comparison, his sword was obviously dull and its momentum was much weaker.
Passerby A and Passerby B in the distance couldn't help but sigh softly. To be honest, Mu Zhong and Zirong were evenly matched, and this battle should have been thrilling with flying sand and rocks. But unfortunately, the "peerless sword" in Zirong's hand was obviously of too poor quality and could not withstand such strong energy, so Zirong hesitated and could not display her true strength at all.
Mu Chengyang also noticed this and showed a sneer of contempt on his face.
"Ding!" Just as they expected, as soon as the two swords came into contact, a crisp sound was heard, and Zirong's long sword, which lacked strength, was directly chopped away.
"How boring! We waited for a long time and thought there would be another good show, but the winner was decided so quickly?" Everyone thought disappointedly.
But at this moment, Mu Zhong's cry of surprise came to his ears.
When they turned their sight, they found that the long sword that was chopped away by Mu Zhong was actually flying towards Mu Chengyang like an arrow.
No, using the word "arrow from a bow" to describe the speed of this flying sword is not enough. It is as fast as lightning and as fast as a meteor, so fast that even their eyes can hardly keep up.
However, Mu Chengyang was certain that Mu Zhong's sword could easily split the scrap metal in Zirong's hand into two. He had never expected this result. With a sarcastic smile on his face, he watched the sword flying towards him without any reaction.
"Young master, be careful." Mu Zhong was in the situation and reacted the fastest, shouting.
He also didn't expect Zirong to let go. The two of them were equally strong, so it wouldn't be surprising if Zirong's sword was of poor quality and was broken in half, but it was really unacceptable that she let go.
And even if it slipped out of his hands, it shouldn't have been so fast. Why does it feel like this guy threw it out by himself, and also borrowed some strength from him?
However, seeing the extremely ugly long sword flying towards Mu Chengyang with a fatal force, Mu Zhong had no time to think about it and could only remind him loudly.
When Mu Chengyang heard the loud shout, he woke up as if from a dream. When he saw the long sword flying towards him like a poisonous snake, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he is also a master of the swordsman realm.
Draw the sword, twist the wrist, and cut instantly.
The three movements are performed smoothly and seamlessly, extremely sharp yet beautiful.
Hearing the girl's scream of joy and admiration coming from the crowd in the distance, Mu Chengyang even shook a strand of long hair in front of his forehead and revealed a proud smile, which made him look more arrogant and pretentious than Zirong's previous appearance.
However, those who pretend to be cool will be struck by lightning.
Mu Hanyan looked at Mu Chengyang with a face full of sympathy.
"Flying...fairies...from...the...sky..." Just as Mu Chengyang swung out the sword, Zirong chanted rhythmically.
"Boom!" As the last word "Xian" came out, the long sword that was cut into two pieces by Mu Chengyang suddenly exploded. With it as the center, the air around it suddenly twisted.
Mu Chengyang's smile was still frozen on his face, but his body flew out heavily as if hit by a huge rock.
Then, there was another muffled sound, and Mu Chengyang smashed a big hole in the courtyard wall. The falling bricks and stones buried him instantly, and a cloud of dust rose up.
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