Chapter 1003 1003 What a Big Tone

A piece of green sword light converged into the water of the Nether River, and poured out towards Yun Bo and Mu Sha. The sword force was obviously faster and more subtle than before.

It should be that they saw that the head of the family was about to wake up, and the few people no longer had any scruples, and finally displayed the strongest unique secret technique of the Guiyu Clan regardless of the gains and losses.

Uncle Yun and Mu Sha were already seriously injured, and they were already powerless after fighting for so long. Facing the opponent's unreserved final blow, it was even more difficult for the two of them to deal with it.

With just one move, Mu Sha, who was seriously injured, was thrown out heavily. Although he was still holding the long sword tightly, he no longer had the strength to stand up.

Uncle Yun was also forced to retreat again and again by the opponent's exquisite and greatly increased sword stance, and danger was looming.

There were only a few moves in the fight, and the sharp sword edge slid across Yun Bo's chest, and blood spurted out. Uncle Yun took a few steps back, leaning on the ground with his sword, with a resolute look on his face.

"Kill!" Uncle Yun let out a long whistle, fighting with the last of his strength to kill the opponent again.

At this time, Uncle Yun was covered in blood and his long hair fluttered like a god of war.

He knew clearly that Uncle Yun was seriously injured, but even the old men in black robes on the opposite side had a sense of awe in their hearts.

The few swordsmen in black who rushed into the house first were hesitant to go forward.

"He has been seriously injured and has no strength to fight, kill him!" An old man in black robe shouted loudly to the few swordsmen in black.

"Kill him, just wait for the master of the house to wake up, and then we will step on the Mu family." Another black-robed old man also shouted in a cheer.

Hearing the words of the patriarch, the black-clothed swordsmen cheered up, shouted in unison, and attacked Uncle Yun with their long swords.

Uncle Yun's eyes showed absolute color, even if it was the end of the shot, he didn't take these few black-clothed swordsmen in his eyes, but there were still nearly a hundred black-clothed swordsmen pouring in like a tide. The old man in black robe was also eyeing him, and if he continued to fight, he would surely die.

But he can't go, for the sake of the Mu family, for the sake of his responsibilities, even with the last ounce of strength, he can't go.

Mu Sha also struggled to stand up, his hands were shaking constantly, and he almost lost the strength to hold the sword, but his body still exuded a strong fighting spirit.

"Treading the Mu family, what a big breath." Just as Yun Bo and Mu Sha were about to use their last ounce of strength to fight, Mu Hanyan's cold voice sounded in the air.

Immediately afterwards, two sword beams fell in the air, and the surrounding air suddenly froze.

The few black-clothed swordsmen who attacked Uncle Yun and Mu Sha stagnated on the spot, as if they had been immobilized on the spot, as if they had been immobilized.

"Juggernaut! Who are you?" Seeing the might of the sword, the expressions of the four black-robed old men changed.

"Young Master! Hurry up, destroy the ancestral hall, and don't let the master of the Guiyu Clan wake up." Before Mu Hanyan could answer, Uncle Yun shouted loudly.

When he saw Mu Hanyan just now, Uncle Yun was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to let him leave, but he immediately changed his mind when he saw Ye Lanfeng's terrifying sword.

He also did not expect that the "subordinate" who had been by Mu Hanyan's side since he returned to Mu's house was actually a master of the Sword Saint Realm, and now he can only stop the Guiyu clan's patriarch from awakening. .

Mu Hanyan's heart froze, she also felt the gloomy aura that radiated from the ancestral hall, as well as the increasingly strong evil intentions.

She was a little strange at first. The situation was so critical. Not only did Yunbo and Mu Sha not want to escape, but they fought each other desperately. Only then did they realize that they were trying to prevent the awakening of Guiyu's Patriarch. She didn't need to think about it, she also knew that Uncle Yun and Mu Sha did this to eliminate hidden dangers for the Mu family.

Seeing the scars on the two of them and the absoluteness in their eyes, Mu Hanyan was deeply moved by their loyalty.

The reason why the Mu family has been passed down through hundreds of thousands of years of ups and downs is not only the unremitting efforts of the Mu family members from generation to generation, but also the inseparable relationship with these loyal Mu family dead men.

Without hesitation, Mu Hanyan flew up and slashed at the ancient ancestral hall with a sword.

Hearing Uncle Yun's words, the old men in black robes had already guessed the origins of Mu Hanyan and the others, so how could it be possible for her to succeed.

When the figure moved, the four old men blocked Mu Hanyan at the same time, and four sword beams swayed past, like the water of the Ming River, pouring out towards Mu Hanyan.

"Be careful!" Yun Bo exclaimed.

Guiyu's sorcery is too strange, although the cultivation realm has not improved much, but the exquisite swordsmanship makes it very difficult for him to cope with the sword saint realm, not to mention Mu Hanyan who has just been promoted to the sword master.

Without Uncle Yun's reminder, Mu Hanyan already flew back. The sword stances of these four black-robed old men were exactly the same as the previous middle-aged man, but they were masters of the ninth rank of sword masters. The same sword stance in their hands was not only more subtle, but also powerful.

With the strength of her third-order swordsman, even if she has the ability to surpass the enemy, she cannot be their opponent.

Mu Hanyan retreated quickly, and the four black-robed old men came faster, but in the blink of an eye, a few sword beams completely enveloped Mu Hanyan.

At this moment, a sharp sword slash came from a long distance, as if tearing apart the world. The blue and quiet sword awn, like the water of the Ming River, also darkened under this sword.

"Choke!" With a long sound of sword cries, several black-robed old men were shaken back a few steps, looking at Ye Lanfeng who was standing in front of Mu Hanyan with surprise.

Although they had seen the strength of Yelanfeng Sword Saint Realm from the previous sword, but after fighting, they knew that Yelanfeng's strength was stronger than they thought.

Ye Lanfeng also took a step back, his expression became extremely solemn.

He has enough confidence in his own strength, even if he is a Juggernaut, and even Tantai Changqing, who is almost the same as him in the eyes of many people, has only one chance in his hands. However, the four black-robed old men in front of them were obviously only ninth-rank sword masters, and they joined forces to take his sword, but they only took a few steps back, and at most suffered minor injuries.

As expected of the Guiyu clan that was once so powerful that even the royal families of various countries were held hostage by it, this kind of evil magic that could forcibly increase the combat power without sacrificing life or cultivation, even he had no choice but to do it. Be careful.

"I block them, you destroy that ancestral hall." Ye Lanfeng said to Mu Hanyan.

"Okay, be careful yourself." Mu Hanyan also knew that facing these four black-robed old men, she couldn't be of much help. Destroying the ancestral hall was the top priority.

As soon as Mu Hanyan finished speaking, the ancestral hall shook violently again, releasing a more powerful cold air. The Hanxiao Sword in Mu Hanyan's hand also let out a pleasant humming sound.