Although she has lived two lives, she cherishes and respects life more than anyone else, but she will never live in such a miserable state. Life is precious, but if you can't live with a clear conscience and stand tall, what is the point?
Ling Baobao's consciousness was already blurred, and he seemed to be deaf to Mu Hanyan's words. He still used his last bit of strength to rush out of the area.
Mu Hanyan simply struggled to break free from his arms and gently fell to the ground.
Ling Baobao only felt his hand lighten, and then he came to his senses, looking at Mu Hanyan with a puzzled look.
"I can't let you die for me, nor can I let them die for me." Mu Hanyan looked at the dying figures and desperate eyes not far away, and said firmly.
After saying that, Mu Hanyan gripped the sword tightly again. Although her body was trembling slightly under the tremendous pressure, the hand holding the hilt was so steady.
"I should have guessed this would be the result." Ling Baobao shook his head and smiled helplessly.
In fact, he didn't find Mu Hanyan's decision strange at all. If she didn't have this kind of personality, they wouldn't be friends, and it wouldn't be worth him risking his life to save her.
Mu Hanyan took a deep breath and slowly drew out the Hanxiao Sword.
The cold light is like snow, and the sky and the earth are eclipsed!
The boundless power of the law broke through the blockade of the Sky-Slaying Demon Dao and poured into her nearly exhausted meridians. Her originally pale face turned an unusually bright red, and her eyes were as deep as a sea of blood.
The strange crimson spread down her cheeks. In the blink of an eye, her slender neck, her white arms, her sword-gripping fingers, all exposed skin, turned blood red. Even her black robes turned a deep purple. Drops of blood condensed into beads and rolled down her sword-gripping fingers.
And her face showed extreme pain.
All the temple priests and common people looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise. Silence reigned all around them, and they heard every word Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao. They knew that Mu Hanyan had originally hoped to escape, but had stayed behind for their sake.
Even though he didn't know what the Destruction Sword Dao was, just by looking at the blood dripping from Mu Hanyan's fingertips and the expression on her face, he knew how much pain she was enduring. All of this was for them.
Zhan Yuan's cold face also became solemn.
With his powerful divine sense, it was not difficult to detect that the meridians and qi sea in Mu Hanyan's body were constantly breaking, and even fine cracks appeared on her bones.
If the previous destructive sword only affected her mind and did not cause any harm to her body, then this time, the destructive sword will not only be used against him, but may also destroy herself!
"Is she crazy?" A strange thought arose in Zhan Yuan's mind.
Mu Hanyan was certainly not crazy. This outcome was not what she had hoped for, but she had no choice. The destructive sword strike had already exhausted all her spiritual energy, energy, and pure strength. It was not surprising that she had to pay such a price to unleash the destructive sword technique again.
However, even though she knew that this sword would destroy her opponent as well as herself, she still had no regrets.
"All living things are hushed and all things disappear into silence!" Mu Hanyan finally slashed out with a sword.
The black sword light shone through the sword, like the death flame from the abyss of hell, carrying a terrifying breath of destruction.
Zhan Yuan waved his arm, and a sharp aura shot out, transforming into a giant blade that looked like a sword but not a sword, and like a knife but not a knife.
The two beams of light met in mid-air, making a roar like a volcanic eruption.
Powerful turbulent currents flew in all directions, and Mu Hanyan was knocked back by the huge impact force. She flew ten feet away before landing heavily on the ground. Fine threads of blood sprayed out from her body, as if every meridian and every pore were broken instantly.
Zhan Yuan was also shocked and retreated repeatedly, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"Actually, you had the chance to escape. Why did you stay for these ants?" Zhan Yuan said with disdain.
Even in another dimension, they are powerful beings like gods, so how could they care about the lives of these weak priests and people?
"You won't understand." Mu Hanyan's expression became even more contemptuous.
From the way Zhan Yuan just ruthlessly slaughtered his own people, she knew that he had no idea what friendship and responsibility were, and she had no interest in explaining too much.
"I don't need to understand either." Zhan Yuan looked at Mu Hanyan and said lightly, "I forgot that you are just like them now, not much different from an ant."
"Is that so? But you didn't seem to gain much advantage from that sword strike just now." Mu Hanyan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said sarcastically.
"I want to see how long you can hold on?" Zhan Yuan snorted coldly and waved his arms again.
Mu Hanyan gritted her teeth, flew up, and slashed with a sword.
The energies met, the earth shook, and amidst a roar, Mu Hanyan soared into the air once again, accompanied by a burst of blood mist. Zhan Yuan also retreated several steps, the blood at the corner of his mouth thickening even more.
This time, Mu Hanyan was not given any chance to breathe. Zhan Yuan flew up and attacked again without saying a word.
Mu Hanyan gritted her teeth and swung the Hanxiao Sword again.
One sword... Two swords... Three swords...
The bloodshot in Mu Hanyan's eyes grew increasingly intense, and her entire mind was occupied by the desire to kill and destroy.
Amidst the loud bang, rays of light shot up into the sky, the earth shook violently, and the ancient buildings engulfed in flames finally collapsed, completely reducing to ruins.
In a short moment, the two had already exchanged ten sword blows. Sprays of blood spurted out from Mu Hanyan's body again and again, and her graceful and elegant figure flew backwards again and again.
"Boom!" With the last loud bang, Mu Hanyan finally fell to the ground.
Her black robes were completely soaked in blood, emitting a strange, vivid purple. Every drop of blood in her body had been drained, and her face turned pale again, then a deathly gray.
Every bone in her body seemed to be broken, and the piercing cold pain flooded into her mind, which made her mind clear again, even clearer than at any other time.
"Is this considered a last glimmer of hope before death? Is it a kind of luck to be able to stay awake before dying?" Mu Hanyan fell to the ground, thinking self-deprecatingly.
Life force was constantly draining from her body. Although she still held the Hanxiao Sword in her hand, Mu Hanyan no longer had the strength to even move her fingers.
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