Bai Yan stood there like a bamboo, indifferent and not moving at all.
In some people's eyes, they thought that she had been scared silly by mu Leng's powerful aura.
mu leng's lips curled into a cold smile. with a clang, her sword seemed to have struck a hard rock, causing a large section of the blade to cave in.
The cold smile on her lips suddenly froze.
She looked down in shock and was shocked to find that a hand had blocked her sword.
The woman's wrist was very slender, and her palm was as white as Jade. Not to mention a drop of blood, even the skin was not damaged.
Everyone was stunned.
Brother Zhong Nan, who was about to attack, was also dumbfounded.
Only Wen xunhuan's unbridled laughter resounded through the quiet riverbank, as if mocking mu Leng for overestimating his own ability.