The black-robed man raised his head, and could only vaguely see the lower half of his face, as well as the beard that grew on his face and looked extremely pickled.

She could feel that the gaze was eager to tear her apart, and he moved towards her, and Mu Yan also noticed at this moment that his feet did not touch the ground, walking like a ghost, without lifting a step.

"A low-level immortal cultivator has a bit of guts."

As the words fell, his figure struck her like lightning, Mu Yan swung at him with a wooden sword in his hand, and the black-robed man hesitated for a moment, quickly avoided it, and grabbed her arm with his backhand.

Mu Yan spun around and jumped up, the black-robed man raised his hand, and a sharp light approached her.

She realized that she couldn't avoid it, so she had to swing her sword to resist, and suddenly a thunderbolt fell, accompanied by purple light, and the black-robed man was ejected several meters away, and finally hit the tree, and then landed, staggering several steps before stabilizing his body.

He looked horrified, "Who are you?" ”

Mu Yan smiled faintly, "Spirit Sword Sect Mu Yan." ”

Suddenly, another purple thunder slashed from the top of his head, and the black-robed man was shocked, and immediately disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Mu Yan was surprised, she felt the unusualness of the wooden sword, so she had a little confidence, but tonight's events were still too unbelievable.

Turning the danger into a disaster, she didn't think about it anymore, and immediately put away the wooden sword and hurried down the mountain at a faster speed.

The rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the summer rain came and went as fast as it came.

The sky had begun to turn white, and when the clouds had cleared, the morning glow swept over the earth, and the raindrops on the leaves shone like pearls.

Mu Yan felt that her steps were getting heavier and heavier, and the sense of vanity in her body was getting stronger and stronger, and after resting against the trunk of the tree for a while, she hurried up again.

The wound on her arm began to crack after being soaked in the rain, Mu Yan was really puzzled, her blood could heal Xuanmo's injury, why was her own injury so difficult to heal?

She slid down the hill with one foot deep and one shallow foot in the mud, and some demons who had not yet cultivated into human form shuttled through the woods, not daring to approach her, but just looked at her curiously, and then disappeared immediately.

Coming down the mountain, what greeted her was a clear river, Mu Yan looked back at her behind her, the majestic mountain peaks were slightly mysterious in the smoke, and a faint demonic aura could be seen in the mountains, she was not the first time to come to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, but it was the first time to observe it.

She turned around and walked towards the river, a back figure broke into her sight, slender and upright figure, wide sleeves and wide robes, hanging green silk and clothes moving with the wind, standing on the riverbank with her hands, no matter how you look at it, it is a rare picture.

Mu Yan stopped, her mood at this time was very complicated, her embarrassment and despondency, would always fall into his eyes, she was laughingly imagining, why didn't he appear earlier?

Jun Li felt the breath behind him, turned to stare at her, the cyan shirt was in tatters, the sleeve of his left hand had been dyed dark red, and his hair was messy and wet, strands by strands, scattered on his shoulders, neck, and the corners of his mouth......

The only jade hairpin on his head has been crooked.

And the spiritual power in her body had already collapsed, and it seemed that it was difficult to gather.

She looked at him expressionlessly, his heart was indescribable, and between his eyes, there was only silence.

Suddenly, Jun Li slowly approached her, raised his hand to remove the hair from the corner of her mouth, but his hand froze, and his deep eyes stared at her neck, never moving away for a long time.

A cold voice rang in her ears, "Did you make it with Xuanmo?" ”

Mu Yan raised his eyes, revealing an indifferent expression, "It's okay already." ”。

A gust of wind blew, and Mu Yan's soaked body felt a little cool.