Chapter 1332 1333 Underestimate Them and Underestimate Me

Without any choice, Lu Zhenhuan had no choice but to step back, using the fastest speed. The appearance took the lead, of course, he would not let him go, and chased after him like a shadow.

On the other hand, Tang Bufan also met Pei Qiuyi. Although his strength was the weakest among them, his fighting spirit was also the strongest.

His eyes have become blood red, like a wounded beast, lost his reason, only the desire to kill.

The sword in his hand also madly attacked Pei Qiuyi again and again, without defense, without retreating.

The few people around Jing Jianjue, Pei Qiuyi is the strongest defense, with the strong defense of the Qingshuang sword and shield, except for Jing Jianjue and Qin Ba whose strength has improved, even if he faces Liang Qian and Lu Zhenhuan, he will not He will not show his failures, but facing Tang Bufan who is like a madman, he is tied.

Yes, his defense is strong, even if Tang Bufan fights for his life, it is difficult to take advantage, but his weak attack power is the biggest weakness. At this time, Tang Bufan can be said to be full of flaws. If he wants to kill Tang Bufan, he can do it with one sword, but he will never pay any price, because every sword of Tang Bufan is guaranteed. The idea of ​​perishing together.

Although he was far superior to his opponent's strength, he still left a few bloody wounds on Tang Bufan's body, but in order to avoid being injured by Tang Bufan, these swords were unsatisfactory in terms of angle and strength. He inflicted fatal injuries.

Tang Bufan, who was injured, didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and roared in anger, like a madman, his offensive was even more fierce, and he was even more willing to sacrifice his life.

For a while, Pei Qiuyi, a dignified eighth-tier swordsman, was inextricably fighting with Tang Bufan, a second-tier swordsman.

Everyone in the audience was too shocked to speak. Who would have thought that a cumbersome drag oil bottle that was despised or even ignored by everyone, the real strength exploded, and it was so terrifying.

Looking at Huayue and the others again, everyone's expressions changed. Only then did they realize how wise it was that Lu Junran, Yi Xingtian and the others did not choose to attack them during the competition two days ago. If they really choose Huayue and a few people first, they will only lose faster and lose more!

Jing Jianjue's expression also changed slightly. He also did not expect that although Hua Yue and others were not high in cultivation, their real strength was so terrifying.

Seeing Jing Jianjue attacking from the front, Mu Hanyan's mouth showed a faint smile. Hua Yue and the others have successfully restrained Qin Ba and the others, so now it's up to her.

"I admit, your followers are indeed very powerful. I underestimated them. But unfortunately, your strength is still too far behind mine." Jing Jianjue took a breath and said.

"You mean that you rely on the magic weapon of the temple to improve your strength? Unfortunately, you not only underestimate them, but also underestimate me!" Mu Hanyan smiled proudly.

"Heavenly Kill, Absolute Sword!"

"Xingluo, Eight Desolations!" The two long swords, with a sky-breaking momentum, slashed out at the same time.

The sword light rushes into the sky, the wind and clouds are surging, and the gusts of wind pass by, as if the end is coming.

"Boom!" With the loud noise, the entire competition platform was shaking violently.

The two figures separated as soon as they touched, and they were shocked by the powerful energy and they retreated again and again.

One step, two steps, three steps...nine steps, each withdrew nine steps, and the two stopped each.

The first time they fought, the two were evenly divided.

Looking at the two figures standing proudly, everyone was shocked again.

Although this sword failed to determine the winner, it was evenly divided, but everyone could see that Mu Hanyan was only a sixth-order sword master, while Jing Jianjue's improved strength was a great sword at this time. division.

Just as there is a world of difference between a great swordsman and a ninth-order swordsman, there is also a qualitative difference between a great swordsman and a ninth-order swordsman. Mu Hanyan was only at the sixth rank of a swordsman. No matter how strong he was, he would not be able to compete with a great swordsman, and he didn't suffer at all.

You must know that for the vast majority of cultivators in this world, even the gap between the ninth-order swordsman and the great swordsman is a natural moat that is difficult to overcome.

Mu Hanyan, how did she do it?

Don't talk about others, even Jing Jianjue himself was shocked, and he almost wrote the three words "impossible" on his face.

Without giving him time to think, Mu Hanyan attacked again.

"Nine Heavens, Xingluo!" Mu Hanyan's confidence in the first match was evenly divided, and he no longer used the Xingluo Eight Desolate Sword, although in the last match against Yi Xingtian, the memory of the divine beast was proud of him. The inheritance has awakened a part. She has a deeper understanding of Xingluobahuang, and has been able to exert 60% of its power, but the consumption of energy has not changed at all, and she can only use three swords. She doesn't want to. Exhausted too soon.

"Heavenly Kill, Juejian!" Jing Jianjue hadn't figured out the secret of Mu Hanyan's sudden increase in strength. Seeing Mu Hanyan's sword slashing again, he could only throw his distracting thoughts aside and greet him again.

The two swords intersected, Jin Ming rang crisply, Jing Jianjue was knocked back six or seven steps again, but Mu Hanyan retreated eight or nine steps. The power of Jiutian Xingluo, after all, is still much weaker than Xingluo Fanchen.

Before she could stop, Mu Hanyan twisted her waist and shook her wrists, and flew up again.

"Choke choke choke..." Seven swords were attacked one after another, each time Jing Jianjue was knocked back six or seven steps, while Mu Hanyan retreated eight or nine steps.

After the seven swords, both of them have retreated to the edge of the competition platform.

Although Mu Hanyan was slightly underwhelmed by every strike, he was obviously not injured, so he stroked the hair in front of his forehead in a leisurely manner, his expression still so calm.

And everyone who stepped off the stage, including Jing Jianjue on the stage, was full of disbelief.

"How did you do it?" Jing Jianjue slowly exhaled and asked.

His face no longer had the arrogance he had before, but became extremely solemn.

I originally thought that with the blessing of the temple's magic weapon, I would increase the strength to the realm of the great swordsman. Even without the help of Qin Ba and the other four, it would be easy to suppress Mu Hanyan. I didn't expect that the first confrontation turned out to be evenly divided. He didn't take any advantage of it at all. In the next six consecutive slashes, Mu Hanyan had obviously preserved his strength, but he still couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

At this time, Jing Jian never dared to despise Mu Hanyan at all, and completely regarded her as an opponent of one level.

"Do you think that if you have the magic weapon, I don't have it?" Mu Hanyan smiled lightly.

Only then did Jing Jianjue notice that on Mu Hanyan's wrist, a crystal clear bracelet was exuding a fantastic light. The rich and condensed power of heaven and earth was centered on the bracelet and enveloped Mu Hanyan's body.