Muyan's consciousness moved, and Xiaobao and the evil-fighting sword disappeared from where they were.

And the Qijue Sword in her hand flashed with light and turned into the Tianmo Qin again.

When Zhao Xiong saw Xiaobao disappearing, he was shocked at first, and then smiled ferociously: "So you still have a portable space in your body. Do you think that if you put that little bastard in your portable space, I can't do anything to him? As long as I kill you, then

Little bastards have no way to escape."

The slender fingers gently touched the Tianmo Qin, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth seemed to vibrate.

"Then you have to be able to kill me!"

Zhao Xiong laughed loudly: "You, that little bastard, and the evil-repelling sword are no match for me. Now you are alone, why don't you just let me flatten you? Ye Liangchen, I advise you to be wise and surrender yourself. This way you can still do it."

It can leave a way to survive. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, Tianmo Qin's voice sounded like a steely horse.

Countless sword blades struck towards Zhao Xiong with lightning speed.

[The sound of the piano turns into blades, and thousands of swords fire together]!

Zhao Xiong looked at the rain of swords in the sky and sneered, not paying attention at all.

With a slight wave of the sword in his hand, these sword rains will be dispersed.

The sound of the piano sounded melodiously in his ears.

Zhao Xiong didn't take it to heart at all, but unexpectedly, the hand swinging the sword suddenly stopped.

Unable to move.

What's going on?!

[Draw the ground as a prison] Activate!

There was a trace of surprise in Zhao Xiong's eyes, and the spiritual power surged in his body, and he easily broke free from the restraints of "Drawing the Ground as a Prison".

Contempt surged in his heart, and he didn't care at all about the Wan Jian attacking from the air.

With a slight wave, hundreds of sword blades disappeared instantly as if they were vaporized.

However, the next moment, where the sword blade disappeared, an invisible sword energy sprang out.

Zhao Xiong was caught off guard and had no time to dodge. He could only gather his spiritual power and push hard.

Bang!!

He hit the target so hard that two of the opponent's ribs were probably broken by him.

But at the same time, from his lower abdomen, where the wound had just been forcibly healed with medicine, a heartbreaking pain came again.

Zhao Xiong screamed and slapped the man away with another palm.

But the person on the other side had just been knocked away and rushed back immediately.

At the same time, the sound of the piano kept ringing melodiously in my ears.

The sound of the piano was very sweet and sweet, but it made Zhao Xiong feel restless.

And Muyan's fighting style made Zhao Xiong even more frightened.

In the sneak attack just now, Muyan used the method of injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging himself by eight hundred.

Now, every move and every move is fighting for his life.

Although Zhao Xiong hurt her every time they fought, he also suffered more and more injuries.

Especially the wound on the lower abdomen was even more torn.

Almost... almost touched his Dantian!

madman!!

This woman is a lunatic!!

Is there any golden elixir stage monk who, facing the out-of-body stage, does not use dodge and delay as a tactic, but fights for his life?

Is she really not afraid of death?

Did she really risk her life in order to protect that little bastard and let Kong Yuanjiu come and kill her?

Zhao Xiong felt unspeakable fear and withdrawal in his heart.

Facing a golden elixir monk, he...he actually showed signs of retreating.

And his slight hesitation was immediately caught by Muyan.

boom!!

The realm of stars instantly covered the entire valley with the sudden high-pitched sound of the piano.

The Qijue Sword, carrying murderous intent like a turbulent wave, rushed towards Zhao Xiong crazily.

Phew!
Chapter completed!