Chapter 1007 1007 Sleeping Man in Chinese Clothes

If their own strength is stronger, there is still a chance to fight with Zi Rong, but the only thing they rely on is swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship is completely inconsistent with their own cultivation. Faced with such a nemesis, how can they survive Chance?

Looking at Zirong's pair of demon pupils that had not fully returned to normal, even a few black-robed old men felt fearful in their hearts.

Following his order, more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen rushed towards Zi Rong.

The exquisite sword style swayed out, forming a dense sword net, trapping the posture in it.

The hearts of Mu Hanyan and Hua Yue were all suspended. Although they had a pair of demon eyes that could see through the opponent's sword skills, their strength was still too weak, and they might not be able to use the advantages of this demon eye to the extreme. Facing the joint siege of more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen from the Guiyu Clan, it would never be as easy as before.

It's a pity that although the other party has divided a dozen people to deal with the appearance, the others are still holding back Mu Hanyan and the others. Even if they want to help, they are beyond their reach.

Hua Yue's hand once again held the Demon-Breaking Spear, and she made up her mind that once her appearance was in danger, she would use the blood sacrifice technique without hesitation, and once again borrowed the hidden power in the Demon-Breaking Spear.

They obviously underestimated Zi Rong's pair of demon pupils.

Two blood mists flew at the same time, and a black-clothed swordsman fell to the ground and died. Even when he died, he still tightly covered the wound in his heart, but he couldn't stop the spray of blood and the fading vitality.

The other blood mist came from Zi Yan. Although the sword killed the ninth-order swordsman at the front, there was also a deep scar that could be seen on Zi Yan's shoulder.

Being surrounded by a heavy siege, even if he has demon eyes, it is impossible for him to be as relaxed as before.

However, he still kept the previous smile on his face, and walked towards Mu Hanyan step by step with firm steps.

One after another blood flowers sprayed out from his body one after another, but his sword also pierced from all angles in an incredible way, so ordinary and unstoppable.

If you have to describe his swordsmanship, there are only two words: accurate!

No matter how ordinary his swordsmanship seemed, and no matter how slow his speed seemed, each sword could accurately find the opponent's most fatal weakness.

Until that sword is unobstructed and pierces the opponent's heart with ease, others will realize that maybe, his swordsmanship can be faster, and the reason why he deliberately slows down is just to catch The only flaw that appeared at that moment was to give the opponent a fatal blow.

A famous black-clothed swordsman fell at his feet, and until he died, his face was still full of unwillingness: Why, why is his swordsmanship not in the slightest subtle, and it is so slow that it is like a dance, but it makes people feel How can you not escape?

It's a long story, but it's all just a moment. Although the sword of the appearance is not fast, it is extremely efficient. Every time the sword is pierced, a swordsman in black falls helplessly at his feet, losing his vitality forever.

Finally, after killing the last black-clothed swordsman who tried to intercept, Zi Rong came to Mu Hanyan. Jiang Yuzhe and Hua Yuechong grinned at Zirong, this feeling of killing one step at a time and finally meeting up smoothly made their hearts agitated and settled. Zi Rong smiled back at the two of them, then looked at Mu Hanyan.

"Young master, leave it to me here." Zi Rong said calmly.

The appearance at this time is already covered with bruises, and even if every wound is not fatal, the bloodstains all over his body are still shocking.

However, his smile was still so calm, still somewhat cynical. Gives a lot of peace of mind.

The black and white pupils also became more bewitching.

Mu Hanyan nodded, suddenly jumped up, and swept towards the ancestral hall. The Hanxiao Sword in his hand also emitted ten thousand beams of brilliance, like the legendary ancient sword that opened up the world.

Just as the few black-robed swordsmen were about to stop it, they saw their long swords stab in the air. They only handed out half of their swords, then fell to the ground weakly, and died.

"Stop him!" The expressions of the black-robed old men changed drastically, and Fei Shen was about to stop Mu Hanyan.

Of course Ye Lanfeng would not let them succeed. Taking advantage of the opportunity of their chaos, an old man in black robes was killed by his sword when he showed his sword.

Although the other two black-robed old men were so angry that their eyes were splitting, they did not dare to act rashly.

"Kick!" There was a cracking sound, and the ancient, crumbling ancestral hall was smashed open by Mu Hanyan's sword, and it collapsed on both sides.

Under the mighty sword power, even the ground paved with blue bricks was lifted off, revealing a long stone ladder.

His eyes moved down the stone ladder to the bottom of the ancestral hall, and a dark-brown altar appeared in sight.

A man was lying on the altar, surrounded by all kinds of sacrificial utensils, which were obviously made by alchemy. This man is about twenty years old, wearing a gorgeous robe, as if falling into a deep sleep, but his face is gray, like a dead person, but there is a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, which is indescribably strange.

"Where is Han Feng?" Mu Hanyan's gaze quickly moved away from the man and looked around.

Looking around quickly, Mu Hanyan didn't see Mu Hanyan's figure. Could it be that there was something wrong with the induction of Hanxiao Sword, and mistakenly mistaken a certain sacrificial vessel on this altar for Chixiao Sword. After all, no matter how psychic the Divine Sword is, it is still a sword, not a person. It is all breath, not eyes, to sense things. It is not surprising that such a mistake occurs.

No matter what, Mu Hanyan let out a long sigh of relief without seeing his younger brother, and his heart that had been hanging high for a while also fell back to the truth.

But soon, Mu Hanyan's heart tightened again.

Around the altar, there is a long row of prisons, which are full of white bones. If you read it correctly, they are all the remains of young girls. In the prison at the very edge, Mu Hanyan also saw a few people. A young girl who had just died, and from her ashen face, she could even see the fear and despair at the last moment of her life.

The boundless anger burned fiercely in Mu Hanyan's heart.

Although she still didn't know what kind of evil method Gui Yu used to improve her sword skills, but seeing the bones of these girls, she could imagine that it must be at the cost of these girls' lives.

No wonder Gui Yu does not need to take pills, sacrifice life, or even worry about leaving behind any hidden dangers, so they can greatly increase their combat power and display exquisite sword skills that far exceed their own cultivation. The price, but at the cost of the lives of these girls.