Chinese Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and the others were already tightened, and their minds were blank, and they didn't even dare to look at it anymore.

"This idiot!" An Xiaxin above the temple gritted her teeth and cursed. Of course, she also noticed Mu Hanyan's strange appearance, and guessed Ling Baobao's intention to do this, but did he think that this would stop Mu Hanyan, but he was just sent to death in vain.

An Xiaxin propped up her body hard, wanted to make a move by herself, and tried her best to stop Mu Hanyan, but as soon as she was halfway up from standing up, she knelt weakly on the ground.

Looking at Mu Hanyan's cold gaze, the long sword that seemed to be soaked in blood in his hand, and then looking at Ling Baobao's gaze without regrets, An Xiaxin burst into tears.

Ling Baobao smiled bitterly, if he could, who would be willing to die easily, he also wanted to use his strength to restrain Mu Hanyan and stop her from continuing to kill, but the problem was that he didn't have such strength at all.

"Hanyan, we are friends, remember, we are friends!" Ling Baobao looked at Mu Hanyan's eyes, his expression was so frank and unhesitating.

Because of his special identity, he has not had many friends since he was a child, even if he treats each other sincerely, he will always have some scruples after knowing his identity.

Seriously speaking, Mu Hanyan is his first friend in the true sense, it has nothing to do with identity, it has nothing to do with status, and many times he doesn't even take him seriously, but it is precisely because of this reason that this friendship is more innocent and cherished.

Therefore, he never wanted Mu Shouyan to be controlled by the killing **, and he never wanted to see her do something that he would regret for the rest of his life.

In Mu Hanyan's murderous eyes, a hint of dazedness faintly flashed, and there was also a hint of softness, and the sword momentum in his hand also slowed down a little.

Noticing this subtle change, Ling Baobao's heart was overjoyed, and Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and the others also breathed a long sigh of relief at the same time.

But soon, they found that the softness in Mu Hanyan's eyes was only fleeting, and soon, it returned to its previous cold-blooded cruelty, and the cold sword blade also continued to slash towards Ling Baobao with an unstoppable momentum.

"Retreat, Ling Baobao, retreat!" Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe, as well as An Xiaxin and others shouted in unison again.

Retreat, can you retreat? Ling Baobao felt helpless for a while, not to mention whether he could retreat from under Mu Hanyan's sword with his strength, even if he could dodge this sword, what about the next sword?

If you can't wake Mu Hanyan from the killing demonic barrier, after killing all the rogues, it will be their turn, where can they retreat at that time?

In the face of Mu Hanyan's terrifying strength and killing intent at this time, they didn't even have a chance to escape. If she can't restore the clarity of the Lingtai, she will never stop unless she kills all the people.

And by that time, it was too late.

"Cold Smoke ......" Seeing that the snowy sword blade was getting closer and closer to him, Ling Baobao's heart was full of despair, and he shouted loudly and sadly.

Mu Hanyan's sword suddenly froze, and his eyes showed a confused look again. The heart that had been occupied by destruction and slaughter, a blurred picture flashed alternately, although it was so hazy that it was impossible to tell who the person in it was, but it brought her an unusually warm and intimate meaning.

"Cold smoke, cold smoke......" A distant voice sounded deep in my heart. Cat flutter Chinese