The night breeze blows gently, with a solemn intent. Mu Yu stood solemnly in place, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, full of a cold murderous aura. In front of him, a black-robed Onmyoji was sitting cross-legged, chanting incantations, and the staff in his hand was dotted one after another, constantly releasing eerie ghosts.

Mu Yu's eyes flashed, and his figure instantly turned into a green shadow, rushing towards the Onmyoji with lightning speed. With a thunderous blow, he directly split the opponent's staff in half. At the same time, he quickly took a step back, dodging a sharp blade that suddenly appeared in the Onmyoji's other hand.

Mu Yu's figure rolled in the air and rushed towards the Onmyoji again. With all his strength, he swung his sword blade and instantly slashed off the head of the Onmyoji. The black-robed man's headless body shook before he slowly fell.

Mu Yu didn't stop, he immediately turned to Yuanyuan's direction. A group of onmyoji in black robes and masks have surrounded Yuanyuan. The staff in their hands emitted a cold blue light, and the air around them seemed to become cold as a result.

Mu Yu took a deep breath and held the sword tighter. He rushed towards the encirclement step by step, like a tiger descending from a mountain, unstoppable. Undeterred, those onmyoji raised their staffs one after another and began to chant incantations.

Mu Yu is desperate to slash his enemies, and every swing of his sword takes the life of an onmyoji. His body arced through the air, and every time he landed on the ground, he was accompanied by blood-colored traces.

But there are more and more enemies, and they keep popping up like ghosts blown by the wind. Their eyes were full of fanaticism and bloodlust, as if they would never stop until they put Mu Yu to death.

The appearance of these onmyoji is different, some of the elders have deep wrinkles, and their eyes are like torches, like wise men who have gone through the vicissitudes of time; Some young people look handsome, but between their eyebrows there is a calm and introverted look, like a calm and unfazed Dinghai God Needle. They were all dressed in dark robes embroidered with intricate runes that fluttered gently in the night breeze. Each onmyoji holds a wooden staff in his hand, and the head of the staff is carved with a thousand strange totems, as if telling an ancient story.

Yuanyuan was protected in the middle, and she already felt unprecedented fear. But her eyes were still unwavering, and she knew that this was Mu Yu protecting her.

Suddenly, a brilliant sword light shone in the dark night. It was accompanied by Mu Yu's thunderous shout: "No regrets!" ”

I saw a blue light streak across the night, and before the group of onmyoji could see what it was, they felt that their bodies were hit by a huge force. They flew out one after another, and some even fell to the ground on the spot.

Mu Yu's eyes flashed, and his figure instantly turned into a green shadow, rushing towards the Onmyoji with lightning speed. With a thunderous blow, he directly split the opponent's staff in half. At the same time, he quickly took a step back, dodging a sharp blade that suddenly appeared in the Onmyoji's other hand.

Mu Yu's figure rolled in the air and rushed towards the Onmyoji again. With all his strength, he swung his sword blade and instantly slashed off the head of the Onmyoji. The black-robed man's headless body shook before he slowly fell.

Mu Yu didn't stop, he immediately turned to Yuanyuan's direction. A group of onmyoji in black robes and masks have surrounded Yuanyuan. The staff in their hands emitted a cold blue light, and the air around them seemed to become cold as a result.

Mu Yu took a deep breath and held the sword tighter. He rushed towards the encirclement step by step, like a tiger descending from a mountain, unstoppable. Undeterred, those onmyoji raised their staffs one after another and began to chant incantations.

Mu Yu is desperate to slash his enemies, and every swing of his sword takes the life of an onmyoji. His body arced through the air, and every time he landed on the ground, he was accompanied by blood-colored traces.

But there are more and more enemies, and they keep popping up like ghosts blown by the wind. Their eyes were full of fanaticism and bloodlust, as if they would never stop until they put Mu Yu to death.

Yuanyuan was protected in the middle, and she already felt unprecedented fear. But her eyes were still unwavering, and she knew that this was Mu Yu protecting her.

At the head was an elderly Onmyoji, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and his gaze was full of deep wisdom and majesty. He raised the spell in his hand and chanted the spell, and a powerful energy gushed out of his fingers, condensing into a dazzling light. The light was so dazzling in the darkness that it was impossible to look at it.

The other Onmyoji also acted quickly, waving the magic weapons in their hands and chanting incantations. In an instant, the whole scene became mysterious and eerie, and blue flames jumped in the night, illuminating the field as bright as day.

Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan faced these onmyoji, their faces were full of nervousness and determination. They know that this scene represents not only a challenge, but also a destiny that they must face. Especially Yuanyuan, her eyes shone with determination, and she held Mu Yu's hand tightly, as if she was drawing strength.

Mu Yu also held Yuanyuan's hand tightly, he knew in his heart that they had no way out. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. The power in his body began to surge, and he felt that his presence had become strong and powerful. He raised his head and looked directly at the older Onmyoji, his gaze full of challenge and determination.

The Onmyoji didn't act immediately, they just quietly surrounded Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan, as if they were waiting for something. Their eyes were locked on the sword in Mu Yu's hand, which seemed to be their target and a threat to them.

Suddenly, an onmyoji waved the staff in his hand, and an invisible force rushed towards Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan. Immediately afterwards, other onmyoji also took action. The energy of countless spells intertwined in the air into dazzling beams of light, illuminating the shrine at night like brilliant fireworks.

These onmyoji, dressed in dark hunting clothes, holding fans painted with strange symbols in their hands, have serious expressions. Their gaze is as deep as the night sky, full of wit and calculation, as if they can see everything. Their steps were light and orderly, forming a perfect encirclement that trapped Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan in it.

Mu Yu, although he is in danger, is not afraid. There was a determined sparkle in his eyes, as fanatical as wildfire. He held Yuanyuan's hand tightly to soothe her fingers that were trembling with nervousness. Yuanyuan snuggled up to him tightly, her eyes full of dependence and perseverance.

There was a mysterious and tense atmosphere in the air. The sound of the wind whispered among the bamboo leaves, as if to herald an impending conflict. The insects below the ground also stopped chirping, as if waiting for the outcome of the contest.

Suddenly, a powerful force poured out from the onmyoji, instantly condensing the surrounding air. Their fans began to glow with an eerie glow, as if to absorb all the light in this world. And Mu Yu and Yuan Yuan's bodies also began to rise slowly, controlled by an invisible force.