Chapter 722
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He snorts, flips his small hand, and a long sword appears in his palm. He ruthlessly thrusts it towards Elder Wan's chest.
In the nick of time, Elder Wan barely dodged it, but his shoulder was slashed ruthlessly.
Xiao Bao withdraws his long sword, Internal Force twining around him, and the imposing manner around him is frightening.
If one were to close their eyes, no one would be able to imagine that such a terrible pressure and vigorous Internal Force is emitted from a four or five-year-old boy.
Elder Wan takes a deep breath, his eyes full of anger and impulsiveness, turning into cold and fierce.
"It seems that I've really underestimated you!" He says in a deep voice, taking out a bottle of draught and pouring it into his mouth, "Next, I will use my full power. Little thing, you'd better be careful, don't die so easily. Otherwise, if you use a corpse to refine Elixirs, the effect of the Elixir will be greatly reduced. "
As soon as his voice falls, a steel blade appears out of thin air in Elder Wan's hand.
He also has a spatial storage device.
With the appearance of this steel blade, the surrounding air ripples, and a strong smell of blood pervades the air.
His movements, which were originally suppressed and slowed by the [Graceful Feather], become agile again with the appearance of this steel blade.
Mu Yan's hand stops plucking the strings for a moment, then continues to sound.
[Graceful Feather] is a skill that can only be activated after the Shen Musician level rises to the third level.
This skill is very heaven-defying, but because the level of Mu Yan's Spirit Cultivation is not high enough, its power is still not great.
Her playing of the [Graceful Feather] can help Xiao Bao close some of the cultivation gap between him and Elder Wan.
But to really defeat Elder Wan, Xiao Bao still has to rely on himself.
And this is also the goal that Di Ming Jue wants to achieve.
Mu Yan takes a deep breath, pressing down the worry and nervousness in her heart.
She believes in Xiao Bao, and also believes in Di Ming Jue.
… …
Ever since Elder Wan took out the steel blade, the situation has reversed again.
Xiao Bao is completely suppressed.
His little face turns pale little by little, the result of excessive consumption of Internal Force.
Wounds began to appear on his body one after another.
Blood stains his light-coloured clothes red.
In the shadow of the sword, that little figure seems so lonely, so fragile.
The Nether Flame Army reluctantly turn their heads.
Some people can't help but look at Muyan and Di Ming Jue.
"Miss, Celestial Emperor, Little Master is still so young. What if he gets hurt by that old dog …"
"Miss, let us go and help Little Master, okay?"
Mu Yan's fingers pluck the strings.
The Tian Mo Qin's voice is the same as before, but beads of blood slowly ooze from her slender jade-like fingertips.
In this world, the one person she could not allow to be harmed the most was Xiaobao.
But in the end, she didn't say anything. She just quietly watched Xiaobao fight, silently accompanying him with her zither music, believing in him.
Without Mu Yan's order, no one in the Nether Flame Army would be moved.
Di Ming Jue is also looking at Xiao Bao on the battlefield, but his expression is much more natural than Muyan's.
When he was Xiaobao's age, he had already traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Xiaobao was the son he recognized, the future successor of the Polar Domain. If he didn't even have the strength to overcome his inner demons and the bottleneck, wouldn't that be a joke?
"Hahaha … It seems that the protectors you want to rely on have already decided to abandon you!"
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