Chapter 1660 1661 The Last Saint

What they were worried about did not happen. With the four people's hand gestures, the sword glow was powerful, but after meeting each other, it did not collide, but entangled with each other, circling constantly in mid-air.

"Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens!" With Ye Lanfeng's clear drink, a blue dragon appeared in the air.

Although as long as a high-level swordsman can learn the art of sword qi transforming into shape, according to the meaning of the sword, it presents various sword shapes, and the dragon-shaped sword glow is not uncommon in the Holy Court continent, but no one has ever seen such a vivid and vivid sword. Dragon-shaped sword shadow.

The dragon horns, dragon heads, dragon beards, and dragon eyes are so lifelike, as if the legendary dragon was resurrected in front of us, and even the power of the body is seven-point similar to the beast.

The dragon shape continued to expand and stretched, reaching a length of hundreds of meters. The huge figure also formed a new barrier, covering the original barrier. The location of the cemetery was right at its heart.

The cemetery that had been shaking violently once again regained its calm, and everyone was full of lost hearts and full of hope again.

"Success, this time finally succeeded!" Everyone looked at Shao Chengxiong in surprise.

Fortunately, this martial idiot finally did not lose the chain again at a critical moment, and finally succeeded once.

Just when everyone was overjoyed, Shao Chengxiong suddenly turned pale, spit out a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground softly.

It turned out that it was too early to be happy, everyone seemed to be poured from the beginning to the end by a basin of ice water, and their hearts fell to the valley.

Mu Hanyan was also a little disappointed. Although she didn't quite understand how to use this technique of Dragon Soaring Nine Heavens, she could at least see that in order to perform this technique, in addition to sword art, she also needed at least the strength of a sword saint. That's all. A little is enough to make her give up.

It seems that they have no choice but to give up.

As Shao Chengxiong was injured and fell to the ground, the dragon shadow in mid-air gradually became illusory.

Ye Lanfeng, Tantai Changqing, and Wei Xiaotian sighed secretly and prepared to put away the sword art.

Even if they didn't hold out too much hope, when they truly failed, they would inevitably regret it in their hearts.

"Longteng, Jiuxiao!" Just when everyone was about to give up, the clear shout sounded again.

I saw a young man with a handsome face coming from the sky, and at the same time as the long sword was cut out, he quickly struck a trick.

His hand tricks were exactly the same as those used by Shao Chengxiong before, and although his aura was inferior to that of Ye Lanfeng and others, he was also a master above the Sword Saint.

Saints, this is the fifth saint! Although the boy's age does not seem to be old, everyone still can't help but respect.

After the initial shock, Mu Hanyan's expression was filled with ecstasy that could not be concealed.

Mu Hanfeng is her younger brother, Mu Hanfeng. It turns out that he is the last saint!

Seeing that her brother's strength has grown by leaps and bounds after he went out to practice, Mu Hanyan was sincerely happy for him. Hearing that he had joined the door of an expert outside the world, she was still a little curious as to the origin of this expert.

Only now did I know that his master was the Holy Master, and he was the last of the five saints, and the most mysterious one.

Looking at Mu Hanfeng's increasingly mature and handsome face, with that aura that was somewhat similar to Ye Lanfeng's majestic world, but with an extraordinary air of elegance, Mu Hanyan felt a sense of pride in his heart.

This is her younger brother, a relative who is connected by blood. She has long known that one day, he will be a blockbuster and soar into the sky.

Seeing Mu Hanfeng's sword, Ye Lanfeng, Tantai Changqing, and Wei Xiaotian were all in high spirits. Although Mu Hanfeng's strength is not comparable to that of Shao Chengxiong, judging from the sword intent of this sword, his comprehension is by no means inferior to Shao Chengxiong's.

The three of them once again joined forces and slashed out with one sword. The four sword beams converged. In the air, the dragon shape that was gradually disappearing condensed again. It was more real than before. strong.

With the sound of a vast dragon's roar, the giant dragon's figure suddenly solidified, like an ancient sculpture, entrenched outside the enchantment, forming a solid defense, coupled with the original enchantment, this god The cemetery guarded by it is completely impregnable.

The cemetery also calmed down again, and despite the raging void storm ahead, everyone felt nothing. They even have an intuition that even if the void storm destroys the entire continent, this cemetery is the safest place and will be the last refuge.

Almost everyone was so excited that tears filled their eyes, looking at Mu Hanfeng's handsome and young face, and their hearts were filled with respect.

At the same time, I am also a little curious, who is this most mysterious saint. Out of reverence for him, no one dared to ask.

But soon, they had the answer.

"Sister." I saw that saint floating down and walking towards Mu Hanyan step by step, his eyes were full of excitement, kindness, longing, and the affection that blood is thicker than water.

"Han Feng." Mu Hanyan's eyes were also wet.

The younger brother has grown up, matured, and even stronger than her, but in his mind, he is still his closest younger brother, the younger brother who guards him silently and is willing to give his life for himself.

The siblings embraced tightly, and even though they had not seen each other for a long time, there was still no half separation, just like they had never been separated.

It turned out that he was Mu Hanyan's younger brother. Seeing this scene, everyone showed shock and emotion again.

Originally, she thought that Mu Hanyan's talent was enough to defy the sky, and her strength was strong enough, but she never thought that she even had a younger brother who was a saint, and his strength was even stronger than her.

The An Yunmu Clan, the former An Yun No. 1 family, was indeed extraordinary. Although the strength of the Mu family declined sharply due to the battle with the Zhao family in the past, the two major families of An Yun have also become the eight major families, and even the Mu family can only be in the middle and upper ranks, not the first family. But looking at Mu Hanyan and Mu Hanfeng, everyone believed that the An Yun Mu clan would soon regain its former glory and become the first family of An Yun, and even the entire Holy Court Continent.

"It turns out that you are the last of the Twelve Saints, so you didn't tell me, isn't it amazing?" After a long time, Mu Hanyan let go of his younger brother and complained.

"That's right, I don't even say it, it's too much." Ye Yanran also came up at this time, and she seemed to be about to pinch her ears, but she was embarrassed to start in front of Mu Hanyan, and finally she raised a small fist. .

"I just found out, how can I tell you?" Mu Hanfeng spread his hands and said helplessly.

"You also know about it?" Mu Hanyan looked at him suspiciously.