And those flying swords are getting denser and denser, and the profound power they contain is even more terrifying.
Muyan was almost unable to dodge all the swords.
There are more and more wounds on the body.
However, she didn't panic, instead her eyes became brighter and colder.
Suddenly, she hugged the Guqin, instead of using her profound energy, she plucked the strings with her ten slender fingers.
The clear zither sound of the high mountains and flowing water overlaps with the chilling and bleak ambush from all sides.
In the beginning, the killing was far superior, and the clothes on Muyan's body were almost stained red with blood.
However, as the two zither sounds overlapped more and more, the chilling zither sound was slowly suppressed.
Until the end, completely disappeared in the cave.
At the same time, the sword energy passing through also disappeared without a trace.
Muyan heaved a sigh of relief, the piano in her hand could no longer hold onto it, and fell to the ground.
She heard a gentle female voice next to her ear: "Congratulations, you have passed the first level of Shenyuefu inheritance trial. Now you will be sent to the second level of inheritance space."
As soon as the words fell, the scene in front of Muyan changed suddenly.
Before she had time to see where she was, she heard a familiar voice, "Mother!!"
Xiaobao? ! !
As soon as such an ecstatic thought crossed her mind, a small body rushed into her arms like a cannonball.
Muyan staggered from the bump, and the wound on her body even burst open, excruciatingly painful.
However, she had a bright smile on her face.
Holding the little person tightly in her arms, Muyan realized that her body was trembling unconsciously.
She can endure all the pain and setbacks, but she can never accept Xiaobao leaving her.
Xiao Bao also hugged Muyan tightly, buried his little head in her arms, he was reluctant to leave no matter what.
No matter how calm and paralyzed his face is on weekdays, Xiao Bao is only a four-year-old child.
Suddenly, Xiaobao's sensitive little nose smelled a strong smell of blood.
He straightened up, only then belatedly saw that Muyan was covered in blood.
"Mother, you're hurt!" The child's crisp milk voice suddenly rose, trembling and choking.
The beautiful big blue eyes suddenly became wet, as if they were trying their best to keep the tears from falling.
Muyan's appearance at this time is really a bit miserable.
The original snow-white clothes were completely stained red with blood.
Muyan took out the hemostatic and healing medicine she was carrying, sprinkled it on the wound casually, and said with a nonchalant smile: "It's nothing, it just looks serious, but it's actually just a skin trauma."
"Does mother hurt?" Xiaobao asked in a choked voice.
Muyan smiled and said: "As long as Xiaobao brags to mother, mother will not be hurt."
Hearing this, Xiao Bao immediately held Muyan's hand without hesitation, puffed up his cheeks, and blew carefully.
Obviously with a cold face, but the action of blowing the wound is so nervous, as if afraid that if it gets a little heavy, Muyan will hurt.
Muyan looked at such a son, her heart was so soft that it was a mess.
She hugged him in her arms and kissed him, then said with a smile: "Xiao Bao is really amazing, after blowing like this a few times, mother doesn't feel any pain at all."
Xiaobao looked at Muyan with bright eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a shallow, invisible arc.
But everyone can know that the little guy is very happy at this time.
Muyan bandaged her wound casually, then got up and led Xiaobao to look around.