C447 Long Teng Is Ten Thousand Miles away

"Too weak, Is this still the same Mu Han who has been praised as a genius by everyone since he was young and is always better than me?"

Seeing Mu Han so vulnerable, there was no trace of a smile on Mu Yan's face. Instead, he said with an indescribable anger, "Where is your ten-year sword technique? Use it! Aren't you a genius? Where did all your abilities go? Get up!"

" Cough cough, to deal with Yan, you don't need to use the ten-year sword technique. The Dragon Controlling Sword Technique is more than enough. " Mu Han couldn't help but cough a few times. He struggled to stand up from the ground and looked at Mu Yan calmly.

"Ah, ten years have passed. You, who used to be a genius, have long lost your strength. I didn't expect you to still be so arrogant. This is truly unpleasant. " Mu Yan let out an angry laugh and suddenly moved. A man and a sword, like a ray of light, arrived in front of Mu Han in the blink of an eye. His voice was so cold that there was no emotion in it. "Compared to your ability to talk big, turning into a cold corpse is more worthy of your title as a genius. Brother, farewell forever! "

"Eleventh style of the Dragon Controlling Sword Technique! The eleventh style, Soaring Dragon!"

With a casual shout, Mu Yan thrust out his sword with extreme speed. It was just a single sword strike, but it was far more shocking than thousands of swords. Immediately, a violent wind swept across the battlefield, causing countless dust particles to fly in all directions. It made this originally hazy night even more difficult to see clearly. The might that erupted from it was so great that even Gu Xing and the others in the distance felt a chill run down their spines. Immediately, they looked at Mu Han worriedly, but all they saw was darkness. As for the two of them, they had already been covered by the night sky and rolling dust.

"Mr Mu!"

He remembered that Mu Han was seriously injured, and it was already very difficult for him to fight Mu Yan normally. Now that Mu Yan had unleashed such an earth-shattering attack, how could Mu Han still be alive? In a fit of rage, Guxing unleashed the twelfth style of the Ancient Chaotic Sword Arts, Thunder Strike, without caring about anything else. Immediately, the sound of thunder rumbled across the sky. In contrast, he was like a god of thunder that had descended to the world, killing dozens of people with a single strike. Guxing didn't have the time to adjust his breathing. He raised his sword and rushed towards where Mu Han was.

"Mr Mu, don't let anything happen to you!"

Guxing prayed in his heart. However, when he rushed into the billowing smoke and dust, the scene that appeared in front of him stunned him and made him speechless for a long time.

"Mas. . . Mr Mu!"

Guxing looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. At this moment, the dust gradually dispersed. Two figures stood there as if they had existed since ancient times. At this moment, it was as if time and space had frozen. Mu Yan's eyes were filled with shock, as if he had just witnessed an unbelievable scene. As for his Sobbing Cicada Sword, for some reason, it was broken and half of it was in his hand. The other half had already disappeared, but Mu Han's sword had stopped half a foot away from Mu Yan's throat. Under the dim moonlight, a cold light flashed across the blade from time to time. No one doubted the sharpness of the sword.

Although no one knew what kind of shocking reversal had occurred in this short period of time, Guxing heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw that Mu Han was safe and sound. Behind him, the expressions of Chen Che, the Green Dragon, and the rest also relaxed a little. Clearly, they were also quite frightened.

This scene had occurred. The people on Mu Yan's side didn't dare to act rashly anymore. Instead, they quickly distanced themselves from the other party and stared at him covetously from the side. The remaining dozens of experts of the inner circle under Mu Han also got a chance to breathe. At this moment, they greedily breathed in the fresh air.

It turned out that at the critical moment just now, Mu Han had also used the same sword move as Mu Yan. However, unlike Mu Yan's earth-shattering sword technique, Mu Han's Soaring Dragon technique seemed to be ordinary in comparison. However, it carried a sense of transcendence. It was similar to returning to one's original self after reading a thousand sails. The same sword technique and the two equally famous treasured swords. The two people with the same cultivation base, who was weaker and who was stronger. . . The difference was obvious.

"Why?"

Mu Yan looked at the broken sword in his hand and asked in a hoarse voice.

He really could not understand why he still lost when he had the advantage. He had lost like ten years ago. Was it because his sword was not sharp enough? Or was he too disappointing?

"Ha. . . Haha. . . "

Mu Yan suddenly laughed maniacally, but this time his laughter was filled with bitterness. He knew the two reasons above. Neither of them was because he knew that he would still lose this battle even if he trained for another ten years. It wasn't because he was weak, it was because Mu Han was too amazing!

"Is this the strength of a genius?"

Mu Yan murmured. He still couldn't get over it. If he lost to Mu Han's sword technique for ten years, he would naturally have nothing to say. However, why would he always lose when both of them were using the Dragon Controlling Sword Technique? Mu Yan really couldn't figure it out.

"Yan, in terms of talent, you are not weaker than me. In terms of diligence, I am far inferior. But why did you still lose? Do you know that?"

Mu Han sighed and said. "Because you are too obsessed with pursuing strength. Instead, you have neglected the most fundamental thing about sword techniques, which is sword intent. "

Mu Yan showed a deep disdain towards Mu Han's emotion. "What nonsense are you talking about? No matter what kind of cultivation technique it is, strength is the most important thing, and not some vague sword intent. Those things are not necessary at all!"

"Then why did you lose this battle and not me? Because your strength is not strong enough?" Mu Han shook his head and said, "That is not the case. The reason why you, who had the advantage, lost when I was heavily injured was because I won. That was because this Soaring Dragon was ten thousand miles long. I comprehended the true meaning within even more thoroughly than you. "

"Impossible! I have practiced this technique more than a few thousand times, tens of thousands of times. If we are talking about understanding this technique, so what if it is Royal Father? No one can match me!" Mu Yan roared angrily when he heard this. Obviously, Mu Han's words had dealt him a big blow, and he couldn't accept it at all.

"You have seen a lot of things, but it doesn't mean that you really know how to do it. Just like how you know a lot, but it doesn't mean that you really understand it. "

Mu Han sighed. "Throughout history, no matter how brilliant a person is, it's impossible for him to create a technique so easily. Therefore, no matter how inconspicuous a technique is, it still has its true meaning. Perhaps you've really practiced this Soaring Dragon technique thousands of times in private, but so what? You've never tried to figure out its true meaning. Just swinging your sword in pursuit of power was like obtaining the priceless Heavenly Book but never bothering to read it. No matter how much you get, what's the use? "

After saying that, Mu Han saw Mu Yan's cold expression and asked, "Yan, you don't seem to be convinced that you lost to me. "

"Humph, the winner takes all. History has always been written by the winner. You have won this battle, so whatever you say will be what you say. No matter how unwilling I am, what can I change?" Mu Yan coldly harrumphed and said impatiently.