Chapter 1497 1498 You Should Kill the Chicken

"Impossible, you can't have such strength, you...you..." Wei Xiaotian pointed at Mu Hanyan and said intermittently while vomiting blood. Unfortunately, before the words were finished, he rolled his eyes and fainted. past.

"Master Saint." An Lihong and the other deacon of the Holy Court woke up like a dream, and before he could think about how Mu Hanyan defeated Wei Xiaotian, he quickly stepped forward to support him.

An Lihong took out the medicinal pill and gave it to Wei Xiaotian.

"Deacon An, why don't you send Lord Saint back first." Another deacon patted him, then gave him a look.

An Lihong suddenly came to his senses, Wei Xiaotian had always had murderous intentions towards Mu Hanyan, but now he lost face at her hands. Wake up, just send him back to avoid another incident.

"You send them to Shengyun Peak first, and you will meet them when the Holy Master leaves the customs." An Lihong and several other deacons instructed the other Holy Court disciples, and then carried Wei Xiaotian away quickly.

In fact, with their strength, it would be fine to escort Wei Xiaotian back alone, but now they can understand that these guardians of the gods from the continents are not so easy to bully, especially Mu Hanyan, who is terrifyingly powerful. The grievances between Wei Xiaotian and Mu Hanyan, they did not dare to go into the muddy waters, and took advantage of this opportunity to stay away.

"Young Master Mu, I didn't expect your strength to be so powerful. We were worried for nothing before." A young man of about twenty-five or six years old stepped forward and said, looking at Mu Hanyan with respect in his eyes .

"I heard from my great-grandfather earlier that Young Master Mu is a genius, and his future cultivation will be limitless, and it is definitely not comparable to us. I am still a little unconvinced and a little unconvinced. I just learned today that the great-grandfather still underestimates Young Master Mu, why wait until the future. , now it has made it difficult for us to shoot horses." Another man in his early thirties also said with a wry smile.

He is already a great swordsman. At this age, he can be called a genius in the mainland countries. Even in the Holy Court, there are not many who are stronger than him, except for the few remaining fruitful members of the twelve saints. He had always been proud of his own talent, and it was not until he met Mu Hanyan today that he knew what it meant to be a person who is outside the world and there is a heaven outside of it.

Mu Hanyan was secretly ashamed. Until now, she still didn't know where those hundreds of mysterious powers came from. When it comes to real strength, she may not be stronger than this master swordsman in front of her.

At this time, the guardian descendants of the gods from other countries also stepped forward to congratulate them.

"Alas!" Suddenly, a man suddenly exclaimed, and he almost fell to the ground with a staggered foot. It was the previous master of the sword master state.

"What's wrong?" A companion supported him.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. It's like I've just experienced a big battle, and my whole body's energy has been depleted." As the man said, he hurriedly sat cross-legged and regained his energy.

"If you don't tell me, I don't think so. Why am I so tired? It's as if I was the one who fought just now."

Only then did the others realize that they were in the same situation. Although they didn't take action, at least 50% of their energy was lost, and they hurriedly sat down to adjust their breath.

After a while, more than 100 descendants of the guardian gods from all over the world sat down cross-legged with exhausted faces, and began to practice on the spot.

Looking at the tired faces, Mu Hanyan was inexplicably shocked: Could it be that the hundreds of mysterious powers just now came from them?

Subconsciously looked at Huayue and the others, and they were equally surprised.

After being together for so long, they knew Mu Hanyan's strength all too well. They also knew that even if the five of them joined forces to mobilize the five magic weapons and raise Mu Hanyan's combat power to the realm of the Sword Saint, they would hardly be Wei Xiaotian's opponent.

In their expectation, the best outcome is that Mu Hanyan will go all out to let Wei Xiaotian see her power and know that she is not the kind of soft persimmon who can be kneaded by others, and then retreat. They didn't even dare to imagine that Mu Hanyan defeated Wei Xiaotian.

After all, the gap is so huge. There is still a difference between the Juggernauts who are forcibly promoted by the five magic weapons and the real Juggernauts. It is still possible to challenge the ordinary Juggernauts by leaps and bounds. Facing the saints, it can be said that There is no chance at all.

More importantly, Mu Hanyan only had the chance to have three swords. If all of their talents and magical powers were blessed on her body, they would be able to use up all her energy with just one sword, and they would also Will be exhausted.

But no one thought that even the miracle that they thought impossible would appear again. With just one strike, Mu Hanyan defeated Wei Xiaotian neatly, and caused him to vomit blood and fall into a coma.

And after this sword, Mu Hanyan was actually full of energy. It was completely different from the prostration and weakness after the last training session with Feng Qingyu. What shocked them even more was that they themselves were not as energetic as they were last time. Exhausted, only one third of the energy is consumed at most.

It wasn't until the other hundred or so guardian descendants of the gods fell to the ground one by one and quickly adjusted their breaths, did they vaguely understand what was going on: It turned out that this time, Mu Hanyan not only borrowed the strength of a few of them, but also The power of the other guardian descendants of the gods was all condensed on her body, and it was with the power of a hundred people that she unexpectedly gave Wei Xiaotian an unforgettable memory for a lifetime.

What's going on? There are only five magic weapons, and only five people can fight swordsmanship. How come the power of all the guardian descendants of the gods is used by Mu Hanyan? Even if they wanted to break their heads, they couldn't figure out why.

Mu Hanyan also pondered hard, carefully recalling the passage of that sword. Suddenly, Mu Hanyan's heart moved. It seemed that at the same time that the sword was slashed out, everyone's hearts were condensed on her body. In the emptiness, her hearts seemed to merge with theirs.

Could this be the reason? It was a pity that Wei Xiaotian was defeated in the first battle, and Mu Hanyan had no way to verify his guess.

"Oh, why did Wei Xiaotian leave? He should have killed him just now." Ye Yanran patted her forehead suddenly and said angrily.

The remaining Holy Court disciples glanced at Ye Yanran, and subconsciously wiped away their cold sweat: Ruth, really ruthless!

One of the five remaining fruitful saints among the dignified twelve saints, do you think there is no psychological pressure when you kill, do you think you are killing chickens?