I don't know how long it took, but the tired figure was still waving the sword in his hand again and again.

The blood of the demons, her own blood, was a lot, a lot of blood that she couldn't distinguish at all, and it was splashed everywhere.

Lu Minyun just stood quietly to the side, watching her slaughter, and he was also curious about where her limit was.

Dozens of times stronger than the same level, tenacious and tenacious, and there are endless swordsmanship with infinite mysteries.

Just watching quietly on the side, looking at it, he suddenly understood why when the master was alive, he had repeatedly warned them that although they were adjacent to Tianzi Mountain, they must not be too high.

Finally, I understood why the master ordered all the people who came down from Tianzi Mountain to be honored guests, maybe that mountain actually had the grievances and grievances of distant predecessors. But at this moment, the only thing he understands is that in fact, not everyone who walked down that mountain is a monster.

I don't know how many times I've swung the sword, and I don't know how numb I have been, Mo Kongjing suddenly felt that this was not much different from the sword practice on weekdays.

Although now just a move will pull the wound, and the pain will even tremble in the heart, but why can't I feel it?

Numbly turned her head to look at the corpses everywhere, she only came to one conclusion, it turned out that there was not much difference between fighting wood and killing people and killing demons.

As long as you're not afraid of pain, you're not afraid, and you don't care, it's really nothing.

Expressionlessly, he wanted to pick up Xiao Yihan, but suddenly found that his strength didn't seem to be enough. Turning her head numbly to look at her hand holding the sword, she was surprised to find that she had lost the strength to swing the sword again.

A figure squatted down in front of her, and without saying a word, he picked up Xiao Yihan's body. Lu Minyun was holding Zhuyue in his hands and Xiao Yihan on his shoulders, but his expression couldn't help revealing a sadness and another complex emotion.

wanted to snatch Xiao Yihan over, but found that he really didn't have that strength, and staggered to his feet, Mo Kongjing still saw those eyes, what kind of eyes are these? Very dissatisfied, angry, under the gaze of the person behind her, she finally walked out of a small shop.

Aware that the gaze behind him was still there. She was very angry and impatient and wanted to turn around, but found that she couldn't move at all, leaning against the wall, and her brain was empty. My ears were buzzing, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything.

But I can just feel it, feel the gaze behind me. Feel the look of pity.

Mu Yanran, who was stopped by Liu Yifeng, turned her head to look at him with a puzzled expression. Under her puzzled gaze, Liu Yifeng explained aloud: "I'll leave it to them over there first, and now I still have to find a way to sneak into the Huang family." Let's go to a hidden place near Huang's house to rest and then make plans. ”

Hearing that there was an obvious intention in his tone to enter the Huang family again to explore one or two, Mu Yanran said in confusion: "You said it yourself just now, you must be waiting there for us to go back by ourselves." ”

Liu Yifeng, whose eyes were deep, didn't say anything more, Mu Qingqing scratched the back of her head with a headache, and after seeing Liu Yifeng's slow but firm back, she had no choice but to follow quietly.

looked at Yi Jun, who smiled shyly. Before Mu Yanran could speak, the person in front of her followed, leaving her alone to stand in place and wonder.

I always feel that this back is very familiar, and this person is also a little impressed. But why can't I remember it?

The muffled snort was followed by a weak sound, but according to Wang Erfat's body shape, even the weak voice was not low.

"Ahem, did you forget something?"

Turning his head stiffly to look at Wang Erfat, who was leaning on the wall with difficulty, and then at the few people on the other side who had already walked away, Mu Yanran subconsciously wanted to catch up quickly. However, years of sect teaching still stopped her.

You can't leave a single casualty here, can you?

Turning her head with a blue face, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and she could only resign herself to putting one of Wang Erfat's hands on her shoulder, and dragged him away.

Wang Erpang, who knew how much he weighed, suddenly looked at Mu Yanran with admiration, and the girl who was holding back her strength moved her head forward without saying a word, but Wang Erpang suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I will find a way to send you back." ”

The body paused, but there was no pause in her footsteps, and Mu Yanran still moved forward with her head bored.

Just when Wang Erpang thought that there would be no echo, he suddenly heard an extremely small soft voice.

"Thank you."

"Where's my jade pendant? Has any of you seen my jade pendant? Where's my jade pendant! ”

Placing Zhuyue aside, quietly putting Xiao Yihan down, seeing the anxious expression of Mu Qingqing, who was close to madness, Lu Minyun just quietly made a silent gesture.

It seemed that she had seen something from Xiao Yihan, who was covered in bruises, Mu Yanran, who was originally resting in the corner of the house, walked over quickly, and subconsciously went to check the pulse, but the result made her take a few steps back in shock.

Some dilapidated wooden doors were pushed open from the outside, and the figure of staggering in made everyone gasp.

Disheveled sideburns, wounds from sharp claws all over his body, and blood stains on his dirty clothes.

Mu Yanran subconsciously stepped forward and pressed those shoulders, and when she saw the empty pupils after Mo Kongjing raised her head, she was the first to let go.

There was no other sound in the quiet room, everyone looked at the figure that seemed to fall down at any time and slowly walked to the corner and squatted down, just when Wang Erpang wanted to open his mouth to break the deadlock, Mu Yanran shook his head and said softly: "Let her be quiet." ”

Her A-mirror will survive, it just takes a while.

The originally noisy room was quiet because of the arrival of a person, and the somewhat crowded room seemed so silent at the moment.

The anxious Mu Qingqing also quieted down, looked at the empty waist, she sighed softly, the more precious the thing, the more fragile it is.

Not far from the Huang family's mansion, there were a few people with different expressions sitting in a somewhat dilapidated house, tired, tired, and scarred now, what are they going to fight?

Now, what are they going to use to defeat two of the Nine Lords of the Abyss?

All of them were comfortable, even sluggish, and the only thing that was busy was Mu Yanran bandaging and changing dressings for a few wounded people back and forth, and her Qiankun bag seemed to be full of branches and leaves that others couldn't understand.

Time passed silently

In a cosy house, however, it looks like it's still (to be continued. )