Although both were Ninth Rank Swordsn, Jiang Renyi was indeed a peak Ninth Rank Cultivator, and he had practiced diligently his entire life. Having been at the peak for over twenty years, his strength was naturally much greater than that of Mu Hanyan, who had only just been promoted to the Ninth Rank.
However, Mu Hanyan felt not a trace of panic in her heart.
In fact, this should be considered her second confrontation with Jiang Renyi. Although she could not kill him with a single strike as she did last ti, killing him was not difficult.
Thousand Cold Plums, the killing intent was chilling.
Had it been anyone else, faced with the Thousand Cold Plums, the only choice would have been to retreat. Yet, Mu Hanyan did not retreat but advanced instead. In the mont Jiang Renyi’s Thousand Sword Light enveloped her, Mu Hanyan slightly tilted her head, and her longsword thrust out like lightning.
"Ssh!" A flash of blood blossod from Mu Hanyan’s shoulder, but her longsword had already pierced Jiang Renyi’s Heart ridian.
"How is this possible, how did you know the flaw in my sword technique?" Jiang Renyi clutched his chest, looking at Mu Hanyan with a mix of disbelief and reluctance.
Mu Hanyan was still smiling, her smile as radiant as ever. Seeing that bright smile, Jiang Renyi, whose ntal state was gradually fading, struggled to believe that the determined and resolute strike had co from her.
No one knew better than he did the peril of that strike. Though it was only Ninth Rank Illusion Sword Skill, not quite reaching the Tenth Rank Sword Transformation Technique, every sword illusion in the Thousand Cold Plums harbored hidden killing intent, with endless changes between reality and illusion.
Just now, when Mu Hanyan had lightly tilted her head, it seed she had easily dodged his fatal sword technique, but it was actually extrely dangerous. The slightest misjudgnt, a movent slightly too big or too small, and the result would have been more than just a wound.
In other words, even if it were Jiang Yiren himself, even knowing the only flaw in the swordsmanship, he wouldn’t dare take such a risk.
How could this girl, with a smile as radiant as a sunny spring day, be so resolved, so decisively lethal! Until his death, Jiang Renyi could not imagine it.
Mu Hanyan had a reply, continuing to walk forward.
Unfortunately, her strength was still slightly lacking at this ti. If it weren’t for wanting a quick battle to avoid unnecessary complications, she wouldn’t even have been injured.
However, this injury was nothing to her, whose past decisive battles had been much more ferocious than today. In that instant, Mu Hanyan seed to return to her past.
Behind that beautiful smile, her gaze was ice-cold and rciless, her heart undisturbed and devoid of any pity, as cold and silent as an ancient rock standing resolutely for eons.
"Why haven’t you made a move?" Jiang Zhongtian finished a cup of wine, yet hadn’t heard the clashing sound of Swordsn, which puzzled him.
"Could there be sothing strange?" guessed the guard.
"What else could be strange? Could it be Ren Yi, seeing retire and return ho, fears causing trouble? Alas, I am old, Ren Yi is also old, we no longer have the sharpness of our youth," Jiang Zhongtian sighed, shaking his head.
"My lord, he’s dead, he’s dead..." Just then, a guard rushed in frantically.
"What lord is dead, are you spouting nonsense, asking for a beating?" the guard near him kicked the man down.
"No... it’s not the lord who’s dead." The guard stamred, realizing he had misspoken in his haste.
"It’s just soone dead, even though I’m no longer in the Capital, killing a night intruder is trivial, why panic like this?" Jiang Zhongtian, rather unconcerned, disdainfully said.
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