Chapter 1367: 1368

Mu Hanyan's three silhouettes, and the three heaven-shattering sword lights that fell from nine stars also fell at this time.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The loud noises sounded one after another, and Feng Qingyu's face also turned pale. Not to mention Mu Hanyan's own strength, the sword cut out before the two phantoms shattered actually had 50% of her sword power.

Don't underestimate the 50% of the sword power. With Mu Hanyan's combat power raised to the realm of the Sword Saint at this time, the 50% of the sword power is enough to compare with the peak of the great swordsman, and even surpass the great swordsman. Peak, reached the semi-holy realm. In other words, he is equivalent to being hit by a sword saint and two three masters in the semi-holy realm at the same time.

Feng Qingyu had never imagined that Mu Hanyan's clone phantom could still contain such strength. Even if it was Jiang Yuzhe, the original master of this innate supernatural power, the clone phantom would only have 20-30% of his strength at most. Unprepared, he was once again bombarded with shame.

This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying is that in the sword power, there is still the thunder sound of Huayue, and the power of the shock once again unstoppably broke through his defense and rushed straight into his. The odd meridian and eight meridians have five viscera and six viscera, and the rivers and seas are turned upside down between the chest and fu-organs.

Monster, it turns out that this is the biggest monster.

Feng Qingyu pressed on, pressed on, held on, held on, and finally managed to suppress the churning turbid air and spit it out on the spot without shame.

"Yes, yes, now you all know the power of my sword formation." Feng Qingyu barely squeezed out a reserved smile with the style of an expert, and said with an air.

Originally, he wanted to show off his strength to Mu Hanyan, but now, he has become a show of the power of the sword formation. But no matter what, the more Mu Hanyan and the others benefited from this sword formation, the more they would prove his strength. He could only put gold on his face like this.

"Senior Feng, it's not over yet." The long sword in Mu Hanyan's hand suddenly flew out.

Only then did Feng Qingyu remember that, apart from the innate supernatural powers of Hua Yue, Jiang Yuzhe, and Tang Bufan, the innate supernatural powers at the bottom of the box had never appeared in Mu Hanyan.

The same Nine Heavens Starfall, without the restraint of Mu Hanyan, although the power is slightly smaller, it is more agile, the speed is also greatly improved, and the angle of the slashing is even more exquisite.

It was originally a majestic and domineering sword skill, but under the supernatural power of the sword of the heart, it turned out to be as light as the wind, erratic, strange and unpredictable.

This sword came so suddenly and swiftly, for a while, even Feng Qingyu couldn't judge the angle of its slashing, so he could only release his energy and put an invisible air shield on the outside of his body.

"Boom!" The long sword slashed down like a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

Even though they were comparable to the Sword Saint, the strength gap between the two was still so huge that it was still impossible for Mu Hanyan to break Feng Qingyu's defense with this sword, but the violent shock caused by the thunder and sky dangling, However, it directly passed through the air shield, and once again, like a tide, wave after wave hit Feng Qingyu's internal organs.

Feng Qingyu's face instantly turned white and blue.

"Senior Feng, are you alright?" Seeing Feng Qingyu's strange expression, Mu Hanyan asked concernedly for fear that he would accidentally hurt him.

Feng Qingyu waved her hand, she wanted to say something with the air of an expert, but before she opened her mouth, she covered her mouth with one hand, turned and rushed to the corner of the wall, retching, but she vomited tears, but it was a little Nothing came out.

"What's wrong with him?" Jiang Yuzhe asked in confusion, not knowing the changes in Huayue's innate supernatural powers.

It could be seen that Feng Qingyu was not injured, but how could she retching like this.

"Based on my years of experience in practicing medicine and seeing a doctor, it should be there, haven't you seen him retching all the time?" Ling Baobao said shaking his head.

"Uh……"

Feng Qingyu turned her head and glared at Ling Baobao, with an urge to crush him to death.

After a while, Feng Qingyu finally stood up. Although she didn't spit out anything, the breath in her chest finally calmed down and her complexion improved, but the tears in her eyes hadn't dissipated, and she looked a little inexplicably sad.

"Senior Feng." Mu Hanyan looked at him sympathetically and handed a pill.

"No, I'm not injured. With your strength, how could I possibly hurt the old man? Thinking back to that time, I was Feng Qingyu..." Feng Qingyu had a little energy and began to think about the past, but thinking about it, He found that the eyes of everyone looking at him were extremely strange.

Although it wasn't a real competition, and it wasn't a battle of life and death, otherwise, if you put all your strength into it, it would not be difficult to crush Mu Hanyan to death. It's really embarrassing for a junior to bully like this.

"Senior Feng, don't be too sad, we all understand." Seeing the silent expression on Feng Qingyu's face, he kindly comforted.

"..." Feng Qingyu felt that his heart was dripping blood. Originally, he just felt a little embarrassed, but Mu Hanyan's seemingly kind consolation was undoubtedly a stab in his heart. And also sprinkled with salt.

"Forget it, you can cultivate yourself, I'm leaving." Feng Qingyu said sullenly.

"Then accepting disciples?" Mu Hanyan seemed to want to continue to sprinkle salt.

"I'll talk about it later, I'll talk about it later." With Feng Qingyu's perseverance, of course, he would not give up easily, but at this time, he didn't have any interest in accepting apprentices. He walked away with a lonely and depressed face.

"Why do I think he's a little desolate?" Zi Rong said thoughtfully, it was estimated that he was depressed for a long time due to the strange poison in his body some time ago, and this guy actually had a sentimental taste.

"If your crotch is torn, your balls will be desolate." Ling Baobao said seriously.

Feng Qingyu stumbled and almost fell from the sky, only to find out that although the unpredictable sword just didn't hurt him, it ripped open his pants, no wonder he felt cold all the time. .

It would be fine if it was someone else, but to throw such a big ugliness in front of Mu Hanyan, Feng Qingyu could not wait to slam her head into the wall, but unfortunately, with her current cultivation level, let alone hitting this courtyard wall, even if it hits the wall The only thing is that the city walls are probably dead.

So he could only land on the ground at the fastest speed, then squeezed his pants in one hand, opened his legs, and ran out like the wind.

It was only then that Mu Hanyan, Hua Yue and the others burst into laughter in the courtyard.

"Thanks to Senior Feng this time, or it's up to us, we don't know when we will realize such a sword formation." After a while, Mu Hanyan put away his smile and said with emotion.