() Found the way home!

"Damn it!"

Looking at the incredible appearance of everyone, Mu Bowu felt that he had suffered a great humiliation.

For a late-stage Great Perfection cultivator of Dixuan, being injured by a young girl from the early stage of Dixuan is indeed a great humiliation.

The only way to clear away this shame is to kill Jiang Lingyue!

Thinking of this, Mu Bowu gritted his teeth, quickly picked up the long sword that had just fallen aside, and rushed towards Jiang Lingyue, as if he was planning to kill Jiang Lingyue before everyone could react.

Seeing this, the two brothers of Bai Moyan rushed forward to stop them. However, Mu Bowu didn't even want to get entangled with them. He flashed his body and bypassed them, and his sword rushed straight to Jiang Lingyue's throat.

On this side, Jiang Lingyue had already struggled to sit up and was about to stand up and continue fighting, but she saw a flash of eyes and Xinglan had appeared in front of her.

"Safe to stabilize your realm."

No matter how much screams sounded around, Xinglan seemed to be unable to feel Mu Bowu's sharp sword tip attack. He smiled charmingly, raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of Jiang Lingyue's mouth, and said in a gentle voice: "As for this guy, I'll leave it to me."

"Okay..." Looking at the pair of phoenix eyes in front of him that seemed to be in the summer night sky, with bright stars, enough to drown people, listening to his gentle words as spring breeze, Jiang Lingyue, who had been strictly demanding by him for these days, was stunned. He nodded foolishly, then closed his eyes as he spoke, and began to settle down the gains. Only then did he realize that he had broken through the bottleneck of the mid-stage Dixuan in this over-level battle.

Sure enough, fighting is the fastest way to become stronger!

Seeing that Jiang Lingyue had already closed her eyes cross-legged, Xinglan slowly turned her head. When she looked at Mu Bowu, her eyes suddenly turned like an ice blade, and there was an invisible scarlet red under her eyes.

At the same time, Mu Bowu's long sword was only one finger away from his throat, and even in an instant, it would be enough to pierce his throat.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, and even the two Bai Moyan and his brothers suddenly felt upset and subconsciously rushed towards them.

"Looking for death!" Mu Bowu's eyes flashed with excitement, and he watched his sword pierce into Xinglan's throat without any obstacles. The progress of things made him feel unreal.

The feeling from his hand was indeed so unreal - his sword did pierce Xinglan's throat, but why didn't there be blood blooming, and there was no piercing feeling...

"Ah! He...how did he avoid this sword?"

"How is that possible?"

The crowd rubbed their eyes in disbelief and stared at their maximum, but even so, they still couldn't see through the scene in front of them.

"It's the afterimage... The afterimage of the man in red just now was the afterimage of the man in red..." Finally, someone reacted and shouted in surprise.

"It's actually a afterimage! The man has left, but he still leaves such a clear and true afterimage. Even the Martial King of the late Dixuan period was hidden from the way he was. How terrible the strength of this man in red should be!"

"In this way, is this man in red... a cultivator Tianxuan?" One person guessed that even he subconsciously took a breath of air conditioning.

"Heaven...Cultivator Tianxuan? No...Impossible! This man in red is so young. Even if he starts practicing from his womb, he will never be able to reach the level of Tianxuan!"

"Swish! You are really ignorant. I heard that even the teenage cultivators of Tianxuan in the Jiuzhou Empire are all teenage cultivators. Even if this man is a cultivator of Tianxuan, it is not unacceptable!"

"You are a teenage monk Tianxuan, you are not joking!"

Hearing the other party say this, the man widened his eyes in horror. Tianxuan, who was a teenager, wasn't this joking or something.

"Look at this man in red, you will know if he is joking!"

After hearing the man's earnest words, everyone continued to focus on the battle between Xinglan and Mu Bowu.

It is really too polite to say that it is a battle.

A sword pierced the air, and Mu Bowu felt shocked and felt something was wrong. However, the next moment, he had another plan.

Judging from the attitude of Xinglan toward Jiang Lingyue just now, he obviously put her on the top of his heart. Now that he avoided his sword, he also sent Jiang Lingyue under his sword edge. If he could follow the trend and capture Jiang Lingyue, then Xinglan should submit!

Thinking of this, Mu Bowu felt that the willows were bright and bright. Sure enough, God still favored him.

But soon, he fell into despair again, looking at the two fingers clamped on his sword in horror.

The two fingers are as slender as jade, and their knuckles are as distinct as the most beautiful bamboo joints in early summer. Every part and every texture are so pleasing to the eye, as if they are a perfect work carefully carved by God.

And just these two fingers, clamping them lightly, made their sword remain motionless and could no longer make any progress.

"While this young master's nose, I still want to hurt the person I protect. Who gave you the courage?"

Xinglan's eyes drooped, and the long eyelashes covered the thick murderous intent in his pupils. The faint arc of the corners of his mouth emitted a heart-pounding cold.

"You..." Mu Bowu opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but found that under the aura of the man in red in front of him, his words were like water suddenly appearing on the thousand-year-old ice abyss. Before he could even leave, he was condensed.

"If you hurt her, just use the blood of your Mu clan to make up for it!"

The little girl on the left and right has an irreversible grudge between Mu, so let’s start with the guy in front of you!

After speaking, Xinglan relaxed his fingers, and before Mu Bowu could breathe a sigh of relief, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he could not speak.

The middle-grade spiritual sword in his hand began to break inch by a flash of Xinglan's finger...

Seeing the broken sword coming towards the hilt of the sword, Mu Bowu subconsciously let go of his hand. However, even so, he still felt the murderous intent as solid came towards him.

Without hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

Everything was clearly stated that the man in red in front of him was an existence he could never afford to provoke. If he did not escape, his destiny would definitely be unsafe.

But is it possible to escape in front of Xinglan?

Looking at Mu Bowu who was as frightened as a rat crossing the street, Xinglan finally slowly raised his eyes, raised his index finger gently, and then slashed in the air.

Mu Bowu, who was flying, suddenly paused, and he seemed to hit a transparent wall, and he could no longer move forward.
Chapter completed!