Chapter 825
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Elder Qi takes a deep look at Muyan, and says in a deep voice: "I really underestimated you."
"That being the case, let me see for myself how powerful the Shen Musician's successor is!"
Almost as soon as Elder Qi's voice falls, Muyan's expression suddenly congeals.
The zither in her hand spins, emitting seven colored rays of light.
[Seven Swords Spirit] activates.
At the same time, Elder Qi's attack arrives.
In the Yanwu Continent, most of the weapons in the Xiuzhen world are unusable.
That's because there's no five-star Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth here, only a thick aura of desolation.
But Elder Qi is holding a bronze yellow circular object in his hand, and he doesn't know what it is.
As he soars into the air, the Spiritual Energy within his body is operating.
That circular object suddenly expands, and it quickly soars into the air.
The next moment, countless icicles fall down like a rainstorm.
There's a crackling sound, accompanied by a burst of dust and grass flying.
But immediately, these dust and grass are frozen in the air.
The temperature within a hundred-meter radius dropped to freezing point in an instant.
Even the seven swords surrounding Muyan seem to be frozen by this frost, their light dimming little by little.
But the disciples of the Derived Moon Sect aren't affected by this frost in the slightest.
The long sword in their hands whistles, Spiritual Energy frantically operating.
The pace under their feet seems to have suddenly sped up dozens of times. In a flash, they've already rushed in front of Muyan, who is frozen and unable to move.
Swish swish swish swish –!
Countless sharp swords containing Spiritual Energy stab towards Muyan.
Hibiscus stands high on the hill, the corners of her mouth hooking up into a cruel and disdainful smile.
Compared to the trash of the Yanwu Continent, Jun Muyan's talent and cultivation may indeed be considered pretty good.
But to fight against the Tian Yi Men and the Young Master, heh, that's a real joke.
Just the attacks of a few small fries of the Derived Moon Sect can already pierce her heart with a thousand arrows, dying without a burial ground.
But the next moment, Hibiscus hears the cries of alarm of the Derived Moon Sect's disciples.
"Ah –! My Spiritual Energy!! "
"Why is my Spiritual Energy frantically disappearing?!"
"Witch, you … what did you do to us?!!"
All the Derived Moon Sect's disciples surrounding Muyan and attacking her have frightened expressions.
Their faces, which were originally filled with complacency and excitement, turned deathly pale.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Even the frost released by Elder Qi, which originally had no effect on them, was crawling up their bodies bit by bit.
Elder Qi's expression changed drastically. He waved his hand, wanting to pull his disciple back.
His spiritual aura was powerful, and in a split second, three disciples were swept back by him.
But the remaining dozen or so people seem to stick around Mu Yan.
His expression grew more and more terrified, and his body trembled more and more.
A moment later, wounds began to appear on those people's bodies.
And these scars were exactly the same as the shape of the swords they attacked.
At the same time, accompanied by the intermittent sound of the zither, a silver-white light shines brighter and brighter on Muyan's body.
Shocked and furious, Elder Qi was about to leap up.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
The dozen or so disciples flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
His body twitched, and his eyes rolled back into his head. He was no longer able to get up.
As the white light dissipates, Muyan's figure appears.
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