She took up her sword and stabbed at Xue Yifeng's chest, and the sword shadow was like a bamboo.

Xue Yifeng raised her sword to resist, but with one move, she was beaten by Mu Yan and flew out.

Lin Zhiyi's face showed panic, and he flew over to catch her, Mu Yan's eyes wiped the killing intent, and a sword aura swung towards Xue Yifeng with a flick of his hand, a trace of scarlet oozed from the white dress, Xue Yifeng screamed in surprise and fainted in Lin Zhiyi's arms.

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect behind him saw that their sect master was injured, and they all rushed forward, all of them with solemn faces, but there was obvious fear in the eyes staring at Mu Yan, and they didn't dare to make a mistake.

Lin Zhiyi looked at Mu Yan, and there was a trace of anger on his face, "Senior Sister Mu, can't you look at the face of the same door and show mercy to your subordinates?" ”

She was like hearing a big joke, her clear eyes were unfathomable, and the corners of her mouth were smeared with mockery, "Don't call me junior sister again, Lin Zhiyi, you are the least qualified to tell me the same feelings, don't you think you are ridiculous?" What was her injury? Even you can't escape today. ”

Lin Zhiyi put Xue Yifeng down, raised his hands and then closed them, gathered spiritual power to conjure up a long sword, and the spiritual power swam on the blade of the sword, like a cold man, and the golden light around his body shook his eyes.

His eyes gradually turned red, his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and with a wave of his hands, the long sword transformed into countless sword qi and attacked Mu Yan.

Mu Yan was shocked, he actually practiced the Ten Thousand Spirit Sword, with his current state and spiritual power, how did he practice it?

But there wasn't much time for her to think, her body flew up quickly, her feet didn't touch the ground, and she swirled around and danced the green sword in her hand, dodging the sword aura like an ice blade.

All the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect are overjoyed, and as soon as the Ten Thousand Spirit Sword comes out, the Spirit Sword Sect is worry-free!

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth seemed to change color, and the sword qi swept through the entire square like a storm, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Xue Yifeng woke up faintly, looked at Mu Yan who was surrounded by sword qi, and her eyes were smug, she knew that he would help her, and he still cared about her the most.

"Mu Yan, let you die under the Ten Thousand Souls Sword, it will not be in vain."

“……”

"You can't think of it, how can he practice this Ten Thousand Spirits Sword, which can only be practiced by reaching the seventh-order realm? Must be curious, right? However, you won't know, and you will have the opportunity to go to the underworld and ask your master. ”

“……”

Mu Yan didn't have time to pay attention to her, her dress and skin had been cut by the sword qi in a few places, and a faint stinging pain spread, she bit her lip, and the green sword in her hand did not dare to slack off.

Xuan Mo, who was sitting on the tree, looked at the sword qi in the sky with wide eyes, like a swimming dragon, like ice and blade, he originally thought that she was so calm and had the chance to win.

It turned out that he underestimated the meaning of Na Lin, the Ten Thousand Souls Sword really deserved its reputation, no wonder other sects had coveted it for a long time, but it was a pity that his cultivation was far from enough.

He wondered if he should help her, but suddenly the situation had been reversed.

Mu Yan was in awe of the powerful power of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sword, but he also quickly discovered the flaws, and sure enough, the things that were boosted by the seedlings were only ruined by the golden jade.

She swung her sword in several directions, and in an instant, the sword qi returned to the sheath one after another, and at the same time, a lot of fierce sword qi counterattacked Lin Zhiyi.

The rattan on the ground was covered with a thick layer.

Lin Zhiyi watched the sword qi enter his body in disbelief, covering his chest with his hands, feeling a fishy sweetness in his throat, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Xue Yifeng was extremely frightened, ran towards him, and shouted, "The meaning is ......"

Mu Yan floated in front of them, condescending, looking at them coldly.

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were in an uproar, and there were also some who were not afraid of death who came out to challenge, Mu Yan gathered the wood spirit power, and countless rattans repelled them, and no one dared to come out after that.

After Mu Yan felt a burst of dizziness, he quickly breathed and felt that his spiritual power was gradually dissipating in his body.