Chapter 537
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However, it wasn't bronze in color. Instead, it was pitch-black and emitted a cold, fishy smell.
Liu Se swung the whip towards the ground, and the steel whip immediately extended, splashing sparks on the ground.
Mu Yan looked at the ground with an ugly expression.
Because in the instant it swept across the floor, the bluestone in the room was corroded into a long and deep trench.
It could even corrode limestone, let alone humans.
"Jun Muyan, as an insignificant mortal of the Yanwu Continent, to die in my Tian Yi Men's Liu Se's hands today is your greatest honor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the steel whip immediately issued a popping sound and suddenly extended.
It wriggles towards Muyan like a viper.
Muyan wants to operate her Internal Force and Spiritual Power to resist, but she suddenly feels a burst of pain in her Qi Sea and Dantian.
She clenches her teeth and forcibly activates the Tian Mo Qin.
The sound of the zither lingered in the air, and a sound wall soared into the sky.
[Divine Hands Weave] was activated!
The steel whip struck the sound wall and returned without success. But at the same time, Mu Yan, who had exhausted all of his spirit energy and profound qi, also swayed and almost fell down.
Liu Se didn't give her any chance to catch her breath, the steel whip came back again.
This time, the steel whips turned into countless whips in the air, falling down like a torrential rain.
The sound barrier of [Divine Hands Weave] was on the verge of collapsing under this unbridled attack, as if it would shatter at any moment.
Muyan clenches her teeth, there's not a trace of blood on her face.
"Tian Mo Qin, can you hear my voice?" she asks with her consciousness.
"Hmph!" What answered her was a disdainful snort.
However, Mu Yan did not care about its attitude, and instead said in a low voice, "If I can't hold on any longer, help me protect Xiao Bao's life."
"Hmph, why should I …"
The Tian Mo Qin's voice hasn't yet fallen when the sound wall constructed by the Divine Hands Weaving the Heavens collapses with a loud bang.
The earth-shattering whip shadows ruthlessly fall towards Muyan.
It was as if the tip of his nose could already smell the rancid odor of the steel whip that had been soaked in blood and corpses for many years.
Mu Yan closes her eyes in despair.
However, the expected pain did not come.
However, her body was suddenly pulled into a familiar and wide embrace.
The hands that were hugging her tightly held her in his embrace, like a pair of iron pincers, not letting her have the slightest separation.
But the body pressed against her was trembling slightly, a sign of how nervous and afraid the owner of the body was.
Mu Yan's lips tremble slightly.
He slowly raised his head and saw a familiar face.
"Di Ming Jue …" Her hoarse voice is tinged with hope, with joy, and with a grievance that even she herself isn't aware of.
The person who has come is Di Ming Jue, who has rushed over at the last moment.
His eyes were slightly red as he looked at the girl in his arms, who was covered in cuts and bruises. For the first time, his indifferent face showed a mixture of heartache and regret.
He had actually allowed his girl to be hurt like this.
Even if his consciousness briefly returns to the Polar Domain in order to confirm that Muyan's identity as a Shen Musician hasn't been discovered.
"Yan Yan, it's me …"
Before his hoarse voice could leave his mouth, he was pressed down by a slender blood-stained finger.
Muyan struggles to get up from his embrace, a disdainful and wanton smile hooks up on her pale and bloodless little face, "Shh, Di Ming Jue, don't say that you didn't protect me well. I don't like to hear it. "
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