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If their own strength is a little stronger, they still have the opportunity to fight with Zirong, but the only thing they rely on is swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship is completely inconsistent with their own cultivation, how can they have a chance to survive in the face of a nemesis like Zirong?

Looking at Zirong's pair of demon pupils that had not yet fully recovered to normal, even several black-robed old men were terrified. Pinshu.com

With his order, more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen slaughtered towards Zirong.

The intricate sword form unleashed out, forming a dense sword, trapping the posture in it.

Mu Hanyan and Hua Yue's hearts were suspended, although Zirong had a pair of demon pupils that could see through the opponent's sword skills, but his own strength was still a little worse, and he might not be able to give full play to the advantages of this demon pupil, and in the face of the joint siege of more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen of the Ghost Clan, it would never be as easy as just now.

It's a pity that although the other party divided more than a dozen people to deal with Zirong, the others still restrained Mu Hanyan and the others, even if they wanted to help, they couldn't reach it.

Hua Yue's hand held the Demon Breaking Spear again, and made up her mind that once the posture was in danger, she would not hesitate to use the Blood Sacrifice Technique and borrow the hidden power of the Demon Breaking Spear again.

They obviously still underestimated Zirong's demon eyes.

Two blood mist flew at the same time, and a black-clothed swordsman fell to the ground and died. Until he died, he still tightly covered the wound in his heart, but he couldn't stop the blood mist that sprayed out and the fading vitality.

The other blood mist came from Zi Rong, although he killed the ninth-order swordsman at the front with one sword, but Zi Rong's shoulder also left a deep scar that could be seen in the bones.

Under siege, even with demon pupils, he could no longer be as easy as before.

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

Blood flowers sprayed out from his body one after another, but his sword also stabbed out from all angles unbelievably, so ordinary, but unstoppable.

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

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

It wasn't until that sword easily pierced into the other party's heart without any obstacle that others realized that perhaps, his swordsmanship could be faster, and the reason why he deliberately slowed down was just to catch the only flaw that appeared at that moment and give the other party a fatal blow.

A black-clothed swordsman fell at his feet, until he died, his face was still full of unwillingness: why, why is his swordsmanship not the slightest subtlety, and he is so slow that he can dance with his hands, but people can't dodge it?

It's a long story, but it's all just a matter of moments. Although the sword was not fast, it was extremely efficient, and with each sword stab, a black-clothed swordsman fell helplessly at his feet, forever lifeless.

Finally, after killing the last black-clothed swordsman who tried to intercept him, Zirong came to Mu Hanyan's face. Jiang Yuzhe and Hua Yue grinned at Zirong, this feeling of a smooth rendezvous in the end of one step at a time made their hearts stir and settle. Zirong smiled back at the two, and then looked at Mu Hanyan.

"Childe, leave it to me here. Zirong said calmly.

At this time, his appearance was already covered with bruises, and every scar was not fatal, but the bloodstains on his body were still terrifying.

However, his smile was still so calm, still a little cynical. It makes people feel a lot more at ease.

The black and white pupils also became more demonic.

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

As soon as several black-clothed swordsmen were about to stop them, they saw Zirong's long sword stabbing rapidly, and their swords were only halfway handed out, and they fell to the ground weakly, dying.

"Stop him!" Several black-robed old men's expressions changed greatly, and they flew to stop Mu Hanyan.

Of course, Ye Qifeng would not let them succeed, taking advantage of their chaos, as soon as the long sword was unfurled, an old man in black robe died under his sword.

Although the other two black-robed old men were so angry that they didn't dare to act rashly, they could only resist Ye Yanfeng's attack while watching Mu Hanyan slash towards the ancestral hall with a sword.

"Click!" There was a crack, and the ancestral hall, which was originally old and had long been crumbling, was broken open by Mu Hanyan's sword and collapsed on both sides.

Under the powerful sword power, even the blue brick floor was lifted away, revealing a long stone staircase.

Moving his gaze down the stone staircase to the bottom of the ancestral hall, a black-brown altar appeared in view.

A man was lying on the altar, surrounded by various sacrificial vessels, apparently made by the art of alchemy. The man was about twenty years old, dressed in a gorgeous robe, as if he had fallen asleep, but his face was pale, like a dead man, but the corners of his mouth were sneering, indescribably strange.

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

Glancing around quickly, Mu Hanyan didn't see Mu Hanyan's figure, could it be that there was something wrong with the induction of the Hanxiao Sword, and he mistakenly took a certain sacrificial weapon of this altar for the Chixiao Sword. After all, no matter how psychic the Excalibur is, it is still a sword, not a person, and it senses things by breath, not eyes, and it is not enough to make such a mistake.

Anyway, without seeing his younger brother, Mu Hanyan still breathed a long sigh of relief, and his heart that had been hanging high also fell back to the ground.

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 I am not mistaken, they are all the remains of young girls, and in the prison at the very end, Mu Hanyan also saw several young girls who had just died, and from the dead faces, he could even see the fear and despair at the last moment of his life.

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

Although she didn't know what kind of evil method the Ghost Clan used to improve her sword skills, she could also imagine that it must be at the cost of these girls' lives when she saw the bones of these girls.

It's no wonder that the Oni Clan doesn't need to take pills, they don't have to sacrifice Shouyuan, and they don't even have to worry about leaving any hidden dangers, they can greatly increase their combat power and display exquisite sword skills that far exceed their own cultivation, it turns out that it is not without a price, but at the cost of the lives of these girls.

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