Looking at Yang Wan's move to attack again, she pursed her lips slightly, and her heart hurt sharply.

And Liu Yu is now staring at Yang Wan intently, wanting to learn the essence of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sword, and even more so wanting to watch Mu Yan die.

When she knew from Yang Wan's mouth that Mu Yan had returned to the Spirit Sword Sect and was not dead, the hatred in her heart immediately soared to the top.

Why is her life so big?

Mu Yan eased her mind, and the green sword in her hand flew towards Yang Wan at the speed of a meteor, and she poured all her spiritual power into this move, as well as her blood.

Yang Wan saw that something was wrong, and even quickly avoided it, the sword slashed through his left arm, Yang Wan hissed, and the sword qi around him was about to move, and under his rage, it exploded.

A sneer flashed in Mu Yan's heart, there was a way back to her move just now, but she underestimated Yang Wan, and she still didn't give up after avoiding it.

She smiled faintly, her eyes were cold, and the flying green sword returned with a thunderous momentum, and Liu Yu screamed in fright.

Yang Wan was horrified in his heart, turned to look at the sword that was close to his heart, he couldn't avoid it, he gave it up with his greatest ability, the sword was inserted into his shoulder, he couldn't stand the pain, and fell down.

Seeing this, Liu Yu hurriedly chased after him, and everyone was amazed, and the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect cheered even more.

Mu Yan propped up his body, stared at the demons under him, and said coldly, "Do you still want to set foot on Juling Mountain?" ”

The voice is indifferent, and the posture is calm.

The eyebrows are slightly cool, and the nobility is unparalleled.

For a while, the demon had nothing to hide, felt ashamed, and almost went home.

However, a wicked and cold voice broke their embarrassment, but after listening to it, they became even more embarrassed.

"A bunch of wine bags and rice bags, even a little girl can't deal with it."

Mu Yan's heart sank, his pupils shrunk, and he curled his fingers nervously, looking at the phantom night that came with the phoenix, and he was confused for a while. Book bar

No matter how hard she tried, as soon as he came, she felt the momentum of collapse.

He is destined to be a bad comer.

The demons ushered in the Demon Venerable, they were all overjoyed, and they all bowed down one after another, the demon world is like this, isn't it the face of Xuanmo in the demon world?

Phantom Night stopped not far from Mu Yan, caught a glimpse of the bright red on her chest, and her heart moved slightly, "Who hurt you?" ”

Mu Yan hooked his lips and said lightly, "It's just an old illness, Xie Mozun is worried." ”

Phantom Night squinted her peach blossom eyes slightly, "Old disease? Is that this seat hurt you? ”

She was silent, and her fear of him seemed to be a little lighter than when she was in the Demon Realm.

Maybe all her previous thoughts were shattered, but now she is calm and indifferent.

Phantom Night's eyes were cold, and his voice was cold, "Since it was injured by this seat, someone must atone for this seat." ”

Mu Yan twisted his eyebrows, not knowing what he meant, but he had already seen him wave his hand and sprinkle the dark light, and all the ethnic groups below wailed, bursts of green smoke rose up, and the smell was disgusting.

When he was about to continue, Mu Yan rushed forward and grabbed his arm, "Demon Venerable, please stop." ”

"Why?" He looked at her with a smirk, his eyes bewitching.

"It's not you who hurt, it's me who said the wrong thing, please don't hurt the innocent." Mu Yan's eyes were bright, his tone was not heavy, and the coldness of his body was even worse.

The two sides have been fighting for so long, they have always been in a state of Jiaozuo, and the casualties are not big, he just waved his hand when he first came, not only the fairy world, but even the demon world and the demon world.

Those who have cultivated to a low point may not be able to escape this catastrophe, how terrifying is he?

The mana in Phantom Night's hand was not withdrawn, and he looked down on the Gathering Spirit Mountain thoughtfully, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.