Chapter 1569
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"Wait, isn't the problem that she's only at the fasting stage? How can she fly on a sword?! "
It should be known that Qi Ming, the one who did the entrance examination for Muyan and the others, was able to fly on a sword with his Jindan cultivation, which was already praiseworthy.
But Jun Muyan? She's only at the fasting stage!! She can already fly on a sword?!
The Flying Sword slowly descends from the sky, landing on the stage.
A pair of slender, jade-like hands hold the translucent Qijue Sword in the palm, pointing it at the ground.
The girl's long eyelashes lightly tremble. She lifts her eyes and looks at the battered and exhausted Gong Can and the others with a smile that isn't a smile, "What did you just say? I can deal with you alone, can I deal with all four of you at the same time? Now guess again, can I deal with all four of you at the same time? "
Gong Can's trembling hands cover the bleeding wound on his abdomen. There's no arrogance and despotism on his face, only shock, "Why? You're just an Auxiliary Master, how can you be so strong?! You, who exactly are you?! "
Muyan brushes away the dust on her clothes, "Am I not the Auxiliary Master that you said could be casually pinched to death? What, now you don't want to use the Rushing Thunder Claw to pierce my chest and abdomen, and listen to me cry for mercy? "
Gong Can clenches his teeth and says in a low voice: "Jun Muyan, we might as well make peace. Although your strength is pretty good, you're only one person after all. If the four of us really disregard everything and fight to the death with you, you won't be able to gain anything. This match, we'll drag it out for an hour, and our side will directly eliminate three people. How about it be a draw? "
If it's a draw, both teams can enter the fourth round, which can be considered a win-win outcome.
"A draw?" Muyan chuckles, "It sounds like a really good decision."
Hearing that, Gong Can's face shows a trace of a smile.
Who knew that Muyan would say again: "It's a pity that from the very beginning, you've said that our Carefree Team will die miserably. If we don't reciprocate politeness, wouldn't it seem that we're too impolite?"
Gong Can's complexion suddenly turns very unsightly, and the other three members of the Brave Tyrants also reveal their ferocious faces.
"Smelly woman, do you really think we're afraid of you?"
"One against four, I want to see if you can really win against us!"
"Brothers, give it your all. Let's let this bitch have a taste of our strength. Don't forget that we, the Mighty Tyrants, are a team that will fight for the championship!!"
With a few shouts, the members of the Xiong Ba team immediately have an imposing manner, launching a swift and fierce attack towards Mu Yan.
However, Mu Yan's figure was clearly surrounded by these four iron tower-like brawny men, like a weak willow and cattail grass that could be destroyed at any time.
However, her figure was like a phantom, and no one could catch her at all.
The transparent Seven Absolutes Sword in her hand transformed into thousands of sword shadows, causing all of the attacks from the Mighty Tyrants to be like stones sinking into the ocean, not causing a single ripple.
Everyone in the stands was dumbfounded. They all wondered if there was something wrong with their eyes.
Moreover, slowly, those with sharp eyes began to discover that something was wrong.
"You … don't you think that the way Jun Muyan fights looks a little familiar?"
"Don't you think that the sword in Muyan's hand is also very familiar?"
The two people in the stands looked at each other in dismay, seeing the horror in each other's eyes.
The same name suddenly jumps out from their mouths: "Great God Ye!!"
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