Chapter 1327 (1/2)

Mu Hanyan suddenly has a feeling that such a scene seems to have experienced somewhere, as if in a dream, as if in a previous life, as if before countless reincarnations, so clear, but so far away.

But after looking at Yi Xingtian again, mu Hanyan was sure that he had never met such an opponent or experienced such a scene.

”Xingtian, Jian Yong, God's sigh!” Yi Xingtian made a move.

In a flash, the sword was shining with endless killing intention, and the sound of the sword chant became loud and shrill, as if countless resentment souls on the ancient battlefield were full of angry and unwilling shouts.

Obviously, this sword is more powerful than yesterday's one. The intention of killing comes into the body. Almost everyone's heart gives birth to unprecedented fear, and the vigor is even more suppressed.

”Plop, plop”, some young swordsmen with low accomplishments even foamed under the power of the murderous sword and fainted on the spot.

The audience under the stage is still like this, and the mu Hanyan on the stage bears the brunt of it, especially the dramatic change of expression.

The sword of Yi Xingtian contains the strength of her own swordsman, and also contains the power of the divine sword. The most terrible thing is the thousands of killing intention in the sword.

If it is only to bring fear to people, the key is that under the stimulation of this killing intention, both Yi Xingtian's own strength and the power of the divine sword have been multiplied.

Mu Hanyan believed that the general swordsman's power was nothing more than that. Compared with Jing Jian's strength, which was enhanced by the magic weapons of the temple, Yi was even better at punishing heaven.

Mu Hanyan raised Hanxiao sword, but under the powerful pressure, this sword could not be cut out.

Endless killing intention poured out to Mu Hanyan and penetrated into her mind.

Mu Hanyan's whole body trembled violently. In his previous life, the snow shining sword point that burned through his heart, Tang Bufan's regretless smile before his death, his parents' deep concern when they died, and his younger brother's tragic figure when he fought in blood, reappeared in front of his eyes.

In Mu Hanyan's mind, she was confused. All kinds of scenes interweaved together, which made her not know what is reality and what is memory.

”No, you can't die!” Unprecedented fear also surged into my heart.

Seeing the confusion and fear in Mu Hanyan's eyes, I don't know why Yi Xingtian was disappointed. I don't know whether mu Hanyan, who was regarded as her opponent, was so vulnerable or something else.

Disappointment to disappointment, her sword did not stop for a moment, still straight cut to Mu Hanyan.

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”Hum” in the mind of the cold smoke, there comes a sweet hum like immortal sound.

Her mind, into a strange world.

On the vast and boundless wasteland, the cold wind whistling across the earth, like a sharp knife, swept people's cheeks.

The drums were swinging and the horns were blaring. Countless soldiers with silver armor were marching forward step by step, holding high their swords. In front of them, countless soldiers in black armor came in like a tide. Different from the soldiers with neat appearance on the opposite side, their formation was much more scattered. Although their armor was all black, its style was much more disordered, but their fighting spirit was no less than the opponent's.

”Boom!” The soldiers of the two sides collided fiercely like the tide, making a loud noise like thunder.