Cultivation Continent, the back mountain of Longteng College.

Three figures suddenly met in the air, collided hard, and then separated.

Throughout the valley, the lawns and trees had already been chopped to pieces by the sword energy.

There were even several big holes on the ground.

Zhao Xiong fell to the ground and took a few steps back in embarrassment. The energy and blood in his body surged violently.

The lower abdomen and scalp, which had not yet healed, felt tearing pain.

He glared fiercely at the two people opposite him, his eyes full of surprise.

Zhao Xiong even doubted that he was facing a girl of no more than twenty years old and a five-year-old baby?

Are these really two golden elixir periods?

He had already taken out his [Soul Seizing Sword], why couldn't he still kill two people?

The time has already passed a quarter of an hour, and Kong Yuanjiu will receive the news and come soon.

If he still can't kill them, then what awaits him will be...

Thinking of the cruel methods of the Marquis, Zhao Xiong shuddered, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

On the other side, Muyan and Xiaobao, who were feared by Zhao Xiong, were in extremely embarrassed situations.

Xiaobao's face was pale, the immortal energy in his body was exhausted, and he could hardly hold the evil-fighting sword in his hand.

Muyan had always protected Xiaobao during the battle, and the injuries were naturally more serious than hers.

The snow-white clothes were stained with blood stains.

"Xiaobao, go back to space." Muyan said in a deep voice.

Xiaobao looked unwilling.

He wanted to shout that Xiaobao didn't want it, and wanted to stay with his mother to protect her.

But the voice that came out of his mouth was swallowed back when he saw the blood stains on Muyan's body.

Her little hand tightly grasped the hilt of the evil-proofing sword, and tears almost rolled out of her big ice-blue eyes.

But in the end, he swallowed it back.

Xiaobao nodded affectionately and walked step by step to Muyan.

Muyan looked down at Xiaobao, who was about to cry, and reached out to gently rub the top of his head: "Xiaobao, you did a good job."

Xiaobao is really doing well.

If it weren't for Xiaobao and the evil sword, Zhao Xiong would never have consumed so much spiritual power.

Not to mention that Xiaobao would not force her to come back for help when she was almost seriously injured several times.

Muyan knew that as time went by, Zhao Xiong might risk his life.

Next, she will fight to the death.

The only way for her to have no worries and fight to the death with all her strength is to ensure Xiaobao's safety first.

"Mom..." Xiaobao tugged on her finger, and even though he tried his best to suppress it, tears still rolled down from his big eyes, "Daddy, why don't you come and help us?"

"Little fool." Muyan gently wiped away his tears, "Daddy also has very important things to do, and there are many, many people who need to be protected. We can miss daddy, but we must not hold him back, understand?"

To love someone is not to rely on him or accommodate him, but to work hard to make yourself better and make the other person better.

"You are my father and mother's favorite and proudest son."

Xiaobao listened in confusion, but when he heard Muyan's last words, he nodded heavily.

But when he thought of the bad guys his mother faced, Xiaobao's tears couldn't help but roll down: "Mom, don't get hurt, you can't leave Xiaobao."

Muyan raised the corners of her lips and revealed a scornful smile: "Of course, my mother is also Xiaobao's proudest mother!"
Chapter completed!