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Chapter 537 I don't like to listen

But it was not bronze on it, but pitch black and exuded a cold and smelly smell.

Liu Se swung toward the ground, and the steel whip immediately stretched out, splashing sparks on the ground.

Mu Yan glanced at the ground, his face looking ugly.

Because it was the moment when I swept across the ground that the bluestone covered in the room was directly corroded into a long and deep ditch.

Even bluestone can corrode, let alone humans?

"Jun Muyan, as a mere mortal in the martial arts continent, it is your great honor to die at the hands of my Tianyi Sect Liu Se!"

As soon as the words were finished, the steel whip immediately made a snap sound and suddenly stretched.

Like a poisonous snake, winding towards Mu Yan.

Mu Yan wanted to use the mysterious energy and spiritual power in her body to resist, but suddenly felt a pain in the sea of ​​Qi and Dantian.

She gritted her teeth and forcibly activated the demon piano.

The sound of the piano was swaying, and a sound wall rose into the air.

[Saint Hand Weaving Heaven] is activated!

The steel whip hit the sound wall and returned in vain. But at the same time, Mu Yan, whose spiritual power and mysterious energy were exhausted, also shook his body and almost fell down.

Liu Se did not give her any chance to breathe, and Steel Whip made a comeback again.

This time, the steel whip turned into countless whip shadows in the air and fell like a heavy rain.

The sound wall of [Saint Hand Ironing Heaven] is shaking under this unbridled blow, as if it will break at any time.

Mu Yan chewed his teeth tightly, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

"Tianmo Qin, can you hear my voice?" she asked with consciousness.

"Hmph!" The answer to her was a cold snorted disdain.

But Mu Yan ignored its attitude and said softly, "If I can't hold on, I will save Xiaobao's life for me."

"Hmph, why should I…"

The sound of the Heavenly Demon Piano has not yet fallen, and the sound wall built by the Saint Hand weaving the sky has collapsed with a bang.

The overwhelming whip shadow fell fiercely towards Mu Yan.

The tip of the nose seemed to have smelled the rotten smell emitted by the steel whip because it was soaked in blood and corpses for many years.

Mu Yan closed his eyes in despair.

However, the expected pain did not come.

But my body was suddenly embraced into a familiar and broad embrace.

Holding her hands tightly held her in her arms, like iron pliers, not letting her get separated at all.

But the body that was close to her was trembling slightly, indicating how nervous and scared the owner of the body was.

Mu Yan's lips trembled slightly.

I slowly raised my head and saw a familiar face.

"Di Mingjue..." Her hoarse voice was hopeful, joyful, and grievances that she didn't even notice.

The person who came was Di Mingjue who arrived at the critical moment.

His eyes were slightly red. Looking at the girl covered in bruises in his arms, the cold face was filled with feelings of distress and regret for the first time.

He actually caused his girl to be hurt like this.

Even if his brief consciousness returned to the extreme realm, it was to confirm that the identity of Mu Yan Shenle Master was not noticed.

"Yan Yan, it's me..."

Before the hoarse voice could be said, it was pressed by a thin finger stained with blood.

Mu Yan struggled to get up from his arms, and a pale and blood-free little face curled up with a look of contempt and wanton smile, "Shh, Di Mingjue, don't say that you didn't protect me? I don't like to listen."

"I am not a weak little white flower. I need people's careful care to survive. I have my pride and my persistence!"
Chapter completed!
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