The members of Xiaoyaomen, who were already ready to go, were also swept by the blue light, and Bai Ze, Bi Fang, the silver bow and arrow, and the red lotus all disappeared.
Several people were thrown to the ground, they looked in Muyan's direction in shock.
Only Luo Yunxiao stood still, but slowly let go of her hand on her chest, and the redness in her eyes gradually faded.
Looking at Muyan surrounded by blue light, the corner of his mouth slowly raised an arc.
Joy and despair, tenderness and sadness.
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Muyan's natal sword has only just taken shape, so it is extremely unstable.
And Ning Xu's strength has already far surpassed the peak of the Comprehension Continent.
His Devil Slaughter Sword is also a natal sword, but it was refined decades earlier than Muyan.
How can Muyan resist.
She was able to last until the third attack of the Demon Slaughter Sword because her sword heart was far more solid than other sword cultivators.
As the natal sword shattered little by little, Muyan felt the pain that even his soul was almost torn apart.
As Qihuang said, her current cultivation base is too low, and her natal sword condenses too early.
Once the natal sword is broken, at best, the heart of the sword will be broken, and you can no longer become a sword repairer; at worst, even your soul may be wiped out.
But at this moment, it is already a close call, unable to advance or retreat.
However, just when she was almost desperate, a powerful energy fell from the sky and enveloped her body.
The warm breath soothed every inch of her meridians, flowed through her dantian, and cleansed her soul.
Let the original heart-piercing pain gradually disappear.
Muyan felt as if she was wrapped in a warm embrace.
This embrace is so familiar, and it reassures her so much that it makes her feel happy from the bottom of her heart.
And in this world, there is only one embrace that will make her feel at ease and happy.
Muyan suddenly widened her eyes.
However, she felt that the embrace turned into substance, into a pair of firm and powerful hands, into a broad chest, holding her tightly in his arms.
The violent and rapid heartbeat rang in her ears, the scorching breath, the sweat dripping from her chin, and the slightly trembling hands hugging her, all showed how terrified and scared the master was.
Muyan slowly raised her head, and instantly met a pair of beautiful ice blue eyes.
Deep in the bottom of his eyes, a raging flame was burning, as if he wanted to swallow her in one gulp.
"Di Ming Jue?" Muyan was ecstatic, hugging the person who came, "Why are you here?"
Only when she saw the man in front of her did she realize how flooded her thoughts were.
At this moment, she even forgot that she had experienced a near-death crisis just now, and also forgot how fierce the anger in Di Ming Jue's eyes was.
Just immersed in the joy of the long-awaited reunion, I forgot what night and where I was.
Di Ming Jue breathes the familiar and fresh breath from the girl, a heart that almost pops out of his throat, and then slowly falls back to its original position.
God knows how panicked he was when he just came to the Cultivation Continent and felt that Muyan's natal sword was about to shatter.
The fear and anger accumulated in his heart made him wish to hang up this disobedient woman and teach her a lesson.
However, when you see the flowery smile that is close at hand, you will be attached to the undisguised joy in the peach blossom eyes.
That bit of anger was like a punctured rubber ball, and it dissipated almost immediately.
Di Ming Jue gritted his teeth three times, and in the end he only uttered a sentence coldly, "If I don't come, are you going to watch you kill yourself?! Are you going to make me a widow before we get married?!"