Chapter 1165 (1/2)

Everyone subconsciously looked at mu Hanyan, but there was no sympathy or pity. Duan Heshan could do his best. Although he was defeated, he was still proud. How could they have the right to sympathize or pity.

They even envied that it would be a great honor if they could have a hand with Duan Heshan, even if they were defeated like mu Hanyan.

Yes, although mu Hanyan hasn't made a move yet, in everyone's opinion, he has lost. How can Duan Heshan, who is like the God of war, be able to compete with mu Hanyan who has just joined the college for half a month.

There was a sneer on Jiang Qiling's face: sure enough, this is Duan Heshan she knows. His strength is not comparable to Zhuang Xingfeng's. even she doesn't have the confidence to compete with him. Her father said Duan Heshan couldn't be defeated by the cold smoke. This time, he finally lost his sight.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the test bench.

Under the terrible hegemony, time and space seem to be stagnant.

The Shentian sword cuts to Mu Hanyan. It seems to be so slow, but the power of the sword makes people feel more nervous, and feel the fear and awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Mu Hanyan held the sword handle in his hand and did not move.

Sword, flying down, closer and closer to him, it seems that the next moment, will cut him into pieces, will he into nothingness, but, mu Hanyan is still motionless.

”What's the matter? Is he scared?”

”If it's you, I think it'll be silly.”

”If it were me, I would have been so scared that I would have knelt down to admit defeat. I couldn't wait to be scared.”

Under the stage, someone could not help talking.

They didn't notice the excitement in Mu Hanyan's eyes.

At this time, mu Hanyan, countless sword shadows crisscross in his mind, forming a subtle and invisible sword style, which is the star falling eight wasteland sword.

Although I can feel a lot of sword meaning from the sky sword seven kill array, this Xingluo eight wasteland sword is too profound. No matter how hard mu Hanyan tries to understand it, he just vaguely grasps some of the soul of the sword and can't show it.

Up to now, under Duan Heshan's overbearing sword power, endless pressure poured out to her like a tide, as if to crush her body and destroy her mind.

However, under the pressure of the sword power, there was a natural buzzing in my mind. Countless sword shadows crisscrossed and became very clear.

Duan Heshan's overbearing sword is getting closer and closer. It seems that she will be chopped to pieces in the next moment.

Duan Heshan had no idea of stopping his work.

Mu Hanyan knew that it was not his hatred for himself, it was just his respect for himself - the respect between swordsmen.

And she will never let Duan Heshan down!

Below, all the people were so nervous that they couldn't breathe. In the cold smoke, they could even hear their heart beating.

Finally, when the Shentian sword awn was about to fall on the top of Mu Hanyan's head, Hanxiao sword finally came out.

An irresistible sword power also diffused along with it.

The cold sky sword is so bright, so dazzling, as if the first dawn pierced the darkness in the morning, as well as the first lightning tearing the dark clouds when the storm comes.