Clang!
The continuous sounds rippled through the air.
The arc bent by the Divine Sword grew increasingly astonishing.
Even if it were to break in the next moment, no one would find it strange.
Mu Qianyan's dewy lips even spilled some traces of blood.
It left no doubt that in the next moment, she would be sent flying by the opponent's fist.
However, regardless of the unnamed sword in her hand or herself, despite both appearing to be on the verge of collapse, they always firmly stood in front of them.
"Master..."
Xu Yuan looked at the clear shadow standing in front of himself.
To tell the truth, he was actually quite unfamiliar with Mu Qianyan.
After all, before crossing over, he only noticed her because her beauty rivaled that of several main female characters and, due to her special identity, he harbored ambitions of being a rebellious disciple.
But now, seeing her, who was usually silent, stand in front of him without a word…