Chapter 1497

"It's impossible. You can't have such strength. You You... " Wei Xiaotian vomited blood and pointed to Mu Hanyan. He said intermittently. Unfortunately, before the words were finished, he fainted.

"Your saints." An Lihong and other deacons of the holy court just woke up. They didn't have time to think more about how mu Hanyan defeated Wei Xiaotian. They quickly came forward to help him.

An Lihong takes out the pill and gives it to Wei Xiaotian.

"Deacon ANN, why don't you send the saints back first." Another deacon patted him, then gave him a look and said.

An Lihong suddenly wakes up. Wei Xiaotian has a murderous heart for mu Hanyan, but now she loses face. If she wakes up now, maybe she will go all out with mu Hanyan. While he is in a coma, he just sends him back, so as not to have another trouble.

"Send them to shengyunfeng first, and you will meet them when the Lord comes out." An Lihong and several other deacons gave orders to the other children of the holy court, and then carried Wei Xiaotian away quickly.

In fact, with their strength, it's good to escort Wei Xiaotian back alone, but now they can see that the guardians of gods from mainland countries are not so easy to bully, especially mu Hanyan, who is very powerful. Wei Xiaotian and mu Hanyan's gratitude and resentment, they also dare not wade muddy water, take this opportunity to stay away.

"Mu Shaozhu, I didn't expect that your strength was so strong. We were worried about it before." A young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old came forward and said, looking at mu Hanyan, his eyes were full of respect.

"I heard my great grandfather say that Mu Shaozhu is a gifted man with unlimited accomplishments in the future, which is not comparable to us. I still don't believe it, and I don't agree with it. Today I know that my great grandfather despises Mu Shaozhu. Why wait for the future? Now it's hard for us to flatter him." Another man in his early 30s also said with a bitter smile.

He is already the cultivation of a great swordsman. At this age, he can be regarded as a genius in all countries on the mainland. Even in the holy court, he is not much better than the only few of the twelve saints. He has always been proud of his talent. Until today, when he meets Mu Hanyan, he knows what it means to be a man outside the world. He can't refuse to accept it.

Mu Hanyan's face is dark. Up to now, she doesn't know where the hundreds of mysterious powers come from. When it comes to her real strength, she may not be better than the master in the swordsman's realm.

At this time, the guardian descendants of other gods also came forward to congratulate.

"Oh All of a sudden, a man suddenly exclaimed, and he almost fell to the ground. It was the master of the previous swordsman's realm.

"What's the matter?" A companion held him.

"Nothing. I'm just a little tired. It seems that I've just experienced a big war. I've lost all my strength." As he spoke, the man quickly sat down with his knees crossed to recover his strength.

"If you don't tell me, I don't think I'm so tired. It seems that I'm the one who fought just now." The companion also showed fatigue and sat down cross legged.

Other people found out that they were in the same situation. Although they didn't do anything, they lost at least 50% of their energy. They quickly sat down to exercise and regulate their breath.

A moment later, more than 100 guardians from all over the world sat down cross legged and practiced on the spot.

Looking at the tired faces, mu Hanyan was shocked: did the hundreds of mysterious powers just now come from them?

Subconsciously, they are just as surprised when they look at Huayue.

Getting along for so long, they can't be more clear about Mu Hanyan's strength. They also know that even if the five people join hands to activate the five magic weapons and enhance mu Hanyan's fighting power to the realm of sword sage, it is difficult for Wei Xiaotian to be his opponent.

In their expectation, the best result is that mu Hanyan goes all out to let Wei Xiaotian see her strength, know that she is not the kind of soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others, and then retreat. As for the result that mu Hanyan defeats Wei Xiaotian, they dare not imagine.

After all, there is such a big gap. The swordsman who is promoted by five magic weapons is different from the real swordsman. It's possible to challenge the ordinary swordsman by leaping over the level. It can be said that there is no chance to face the saints.

What's more, mu Hanyan only has three swords. If all their talent and supernatural powers are bestowed on her, I'm afraid that with one sword, her strength will be exhausted, and they will also be exhausted.

But no one thought that even the miracle they thought impossible would appear again. A sword, just with a sword, mu Hanyan cleanly defeated Wei Xiaotian, also let him vomit blood coma.

After this sword, mu Hanyan was full of energy and spirit, which was quite different from the weakness after the last training with Feng Qingyu. What shocked them was that they were not as exhausted as the last time. At most, they consumed only one third of their energy.

It was not until the descendants of more than 100 gods sat down on the ground one by one and quickly adjusted their breath that they vaguely understood what was going on: it turned out that this time, mu Hanyan not only borrowed the power of several of them, but also the power of the descendants of other gods were all concentrated on her, and it was thanks to the power of these 100 people that she unexpectedly gave them Wei Xiaotian is an unforgettable memory.What's the matter? It's clear that there are only five magic weapons, and it's also clear that there are only five people who make the sword decision. How can all the power of protecting the descendants of God be used by mu Hanyan? Even if they want to break their heads, they can't figure out why.

Mu Hanyan also pondered, carefully recalling the process of that sword. Suddenly, mu Hanyan's heart moved. It seemed that when the sword was cut out, everyone's mind was concentrated on her. In the emptiness, her mind seemed to blend with theirs.

Is that why? Unfortunately, Wei Xiaotian lost the battle, and mu Hanyan couldn't verify his guess.

"Oh, why let Wei Xiaotian go? I should have killed him just now." Ye Yanran suddenly patted the forehead, said chagrined.

Those who stayed in the holy court looked at ye Yanran, subconsciously wiped a cold sweat: cruel, really cruel!

One of the five remaining saints of the twelve, do you think there is no psychological pressure when you kill a chicken?

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