Chapter 1165 1166 Cold Mist Wins! Cheers Like Thunder!

Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan subconsciously, but there was no sympathy or pity. They could make Duan Heshan take such a full shot, even if they were defeated, how could they have the right to sympathize or pity.

They were even a little envious. If they could fight Duan Heshan like this, even if they lost like Mu Hanyan, it would be a great honor.

That's right, although Mu Hanyan hasn't made a move yet, in the eyes of everyone, he has already lost, so how can Duan Heshan, who is like a god of war with all his strength, be a Mu Hanyan who has just joined the academy for half a month? counterbalanced.

A sneer appeared on Jiang Qiling's face: Sure enough, this is the Duan Heshan she knows. His strength is not comparable to Zhuang Xingfeng. Even she herself has no confidence to compete with him. Her father actually said that Duan Heshan was difficult. Regardless of Mu Hanyan, this time, he finally lost sight of it.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the competition table.

Under the terrifying domineering sword power, time and space seemed to have fallen into stagnation.

The towering sword beam slashed towards Mu Hanyan, which seemed to be so slow, but that sword power made one's heart tighten even more, and felt fear and awe from the bottom of his heart.

Mu Hanyan held the hilt of the sword in his hand, motionless.

Jianmang slashed down, getting closer and closer to him. It seemed that the next moment, he would be chopped to pieces and turned into nothingness, but Mu Hanyan remained motionless.

"What's going on, is he scared?"

"If it were you, I'd probably be scared too."

"If it were me, I'd be scared to kneel and admit defeat. I can't wait to be scared."

Under the stage, someone finally couldn't help but talk.

They did not notice the excitement and excitement in Mu Hanyan's eyes.

At this moment, Mu Hanyan had countless sword shadows intertwined in his mind, forming a series of subtle and invisible sword forms, which was the Eight Desolate Sword of Xing Luo.

Although I have learned a lot of sword intent from the Heavenly Sword Seven Killing Formation, this Xingluo Eight Desolate Sword is too profound. No matter how hard Mu Hanyan tried to understand it, he only vaguely grasped some of the gods in the sword. The marrow cannot be displayed.

Until now, under the domineering sword power of Duan Heshan, endless pressure poured out on her like a tide, as if to crush her body and destroy her mind.

But under the oppression of that sword power, a humming sound resounded in his mind, and countless sword shadows intertwined, and it became incomparably clear.

Duan Heshan's domineering sword glow is getting closer and closer, as if the next moment, he will cut her to pieces.

Duan Heshan's face was condensed, and he had no thought of stopping.

Mu Hanyan knew that this wasn't because he hated him, it was just because of the respect he had for himself—the respect among swordsmen.

And she will never disappoint Duan Heshan!

Below, everyone was so nervous that it was hard to breathe. Mu Hanyan could even hear their heartbeats.

Finally, just when the towering sword beam was about to fall on top of Mu Hanyan's head, Han Xiaojian finally shot.

An unstoppable sword power also spread out.

That Hanxiao sword glow was so radiant and dazzling, it was like the first light that pierced the darkness in the early morning, and it was like the first lightning that ripped apart the dark clouds when a storm came.

Under the sword glow, Duan Heshan's figure that stood above the sky, like a god of war, suddenly became smaller, and the sword power that was so overwhelming that people could not breathe, also faded.

"Xingluo, Eight Desolations!" Mu Hanyan shouted softly.

It was a sunny day for thousands of miles and the blue sky was like washing, but at this time, thousands of stars appeared. However, with Mu Hanyan's soft drink, all the stars flew down like meteors, like the gods in legends.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

The solid competition platform was broken open and turned into ruins.

The dust cleared, and Duan Heshan's figure appeared on the edge of the competition platform, kneeling on one knee, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

However, Mu Hanyan was still standing in the same place. The Hanxiao Sword has returned to its scabbard, as if it had never been moved.

At this time, Mu Hanyan was like a god coming from nine days. Although that sword was not as domineering as Duan Heshan, nor as sinister and vicious as Jiang Qiling, it gave people a sense of righteousness. Involuntarily gave birth to a heart of admiration.

"I lost." After a long time, Duan Heshan exhaled a turbid breath and said with difficulty.

Without saying a word, Mu Hanyan drew out the long sword again and slowly raised it in front of him, holding the sword with one hand and caressing his chest with the other, expressing his most sincere respect to Duan Heshan.

Duan Heshan also stood up and raised his sword to salute Mu Hanyan. Not long ago, everyone thought that Mu Hanyan had the opportunity to fight him with all his strength. Even if he lost, it would be a great honor even if he lost.

But now, Duan Heshan knew that it was his greatest honor to be able to fight Mu Hanyan.

Looking at the two people who sympathized with each other on the stage, Jiang Qiling's face turned blue, she was defeated, and Duan Heshan was defeated.

The domineering sword of the sword just now was so unparalleled, so earth-shattering, even she had absolutely no confidence in winning against this sword, and she could not even resist it at all.

But in the end, Duan Heshan was defeated. It turned out that his father was right. Mu Hanyan was by no means that simple. Even if Duan Heshan took action, he still couldn't stop him from moving forward.

Although she disguised herself as a child and used the image of a stubborn young lady to cover up her talent, Jiang Qiling never doubted her own qualifications and strength, but at this moment, her confidence was unknowingly He was shaken, looking at the heroic Mu Hanyan on the stage, and even felt a little powerless.

Under the stage, after the others were shocked, they also looked at Jiang Qiling with a bit of playfulness in their eyes.

Originally, they also thought that this time, Mu Hanyan would definitely lose. After all, Jiang Qiling defeated Zhuang Xingfeng, and Mu Hanyan, let alone Duan Heshan, would never pass the test from his subordinates.

But now, they know they were wrong. Jiang Qiling used five full swords to defeat Zhuang Xingfeng, while Mu Hanyan defeated Duan Heshan with only one sword. The key is that Duan Heshan's strength is fundamental Zhuang Xingfeng is comparable, I don't know how much better than him.

Who is stronger and who is weaker, do I need to say more?

Jiang Qiling actually dared to challenge Mu Hanyan in this way, in their opinion, it was a complete joke.

"Let's go." Paying attention to the mocking eyes of the people around, Jiang Qiling didn't have the face to stay and watch the assessment, she said coldly, and walked out with the two young swordsmen who were like classmates.

Out of shame, she didn't notice the strange look in the eyes of the two young swordsmen.

Just as Jiang Qiling was leaving, a thunderous cheer finally broke out on the martial arts field.

(Seeing that everyone clearly remembers what I said, if Han Yan doesn’t recover her daughter’s body this month, I will live and eat keyboards. I am still a bit open, but in order not to eat keyboards, I will try my best to break out and write it out here. Yes. So dears, are the monthly passes ready to hit me?)