"Bang!"

Yeli was knocked out by the force, and fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Jun Muhan, you still don't dare to kill me after all."

Although Yeli was seriously injured, her thin blood-stained lips raised a strange smile.

"After all...... Who wouldn't want to get their hands on the Burning Mind Sword? He smiled and landed his faint gaze on Mo Yan's body, "Xiao Yan...... In fact, whether it is Shao Hao in the previous life or Jun Muhan in this life, you have been deceived by them......"

Jun Muhan's eyes flashed fiercely, but he was held by Mo Yan.

"Jun beauty, why get angry for a few provocations? Left and right are just irrelevant bystanders, not worth it. ”

When Jun Muhan heard this, the aura around his body slowed down slightly, and he clasped Mo Yan's soft hand with his backhand, "Yan'er is right, he is indeed an irrelevant bystander." ”

Mo Yan changed his eyes slightly at the moment when his hand was clasped behind his back, and then turned his head to look at Jun Muhan, who had no abnormal complexion.

"What an irrelevant bystander! What an irrelevant bystander! Yeli's eyes gradually revealed crazy pain, "Xiao Yan, you always know how to stab me is the most painful." Hahaha-"

He suddenly paused and smiled, his eyes fierce, "Jialan, if you don't kill Jun Muhan today, you will never want to know the whereabouts of the Burning Heart Sword." The Holy Maiden has appeared, and she is just about to burn the Heart Sword, Garan, the long-cherished wish of the Wu Clan for thousands of years will soon come true-"

The color of Jialan's eyes is unpredictable, but the aura around her body is gradually changing.

Mo Yan was keenly aware of the difference in Garan.

His spiritual power was soaring rapidly, as if he was no longer restricted by the Heavenly Dao at this moment.

When he was restricted just now, he could still tie with Jun Muhan, if his spiritual power cultivation was no longer restricted, even Jun Muhan was not his opponent, and the most important thing was that although this damn bastard next to him didn't look strange on the surface, he was already at the end of his crossbow at this time.

Obviously, he suddenly had spiritual power just now, and he must have used some kind of "crooked way"!

Mo Yan hated so much in his heart that he wanted to pounce and bite this man to death, but now was not the time to settle accounts.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through her mind, thinking about how to get out of the way.

After all, this Garan is going crazy, and I'm afraid no one will be able to deal with it.

Jialan's originally gray-blue eyes suddenly turned into a strange silver.

"Son of Emperor Cang, today is your death."

His clothes and hair were lifted without the wind, and the coercion of terror was unleashed.

Jun Muhan's eyes changed slightly, but he pushed Mo Yan behind him.

"Go back to the barrier."

Mo Yan did not retreat but advanced, and grabbed his increasingly cold palm, "Jun Muhan, if you want to fight, you will fight together." If you dare to push me out again, I will never take care of you again in the rest of my life. ”

Jun Muhan was stunned, and looked helplessly at the frosty face of the ink face.

He knew that he couldn't hide it from her.

Long before entering the Wu Clan, he was prepared. After all, in this chaotic space, spiritual power is restricted, and it will definitely be restrained everywhere.

But how could he let Yan'er be in danger?

Therefore, he only chose to forcibly wake up the sleeping twin dragon beasts at a critical moment, even if he would encounter a backlash afterwards, he would not hesitate to do so.

It's just an afterthought...... I'm afraid he's not going to have a good time......

"Okay, Yan'er can do whatever she wants."

Seeing that his face was still light and light, Mo Yan was even more annoyed in his heart, and pinched his cold palm with hatred.

"Mo Yan, since you are the holy daughter of our clan, you should take the Wu clan as your own responsibility...... "Jia Lan's gaze fell firmly on the hands of Mo Yan and Jun Muhan, and the words were like blades, "Kill him." ”

Mo Yan felt that this Jialan was sick in the brain, and a saint wanted her to kill her beloved man.

ps: I've been sick for more than half a month, and I'm still not completely well, I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting. Starting tomorrow, there will be at least 6 chapters updated every day, and the time is about 20:00 in the evening~