After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show (1)

Chapter 123

Mu Yun stood there quietly.

The long sword he held in his hand was stained with blood, and red plums fell from the snow all year round on the top of Wuya Mountain.

His eyebrows were still indifferent. In front of him were countless cultivators who had been slashed by their swords, and the cultivators who stepped on the flying sword in front of him cast a net of heaven and earth. It seemed that there was nowhere to escape in this world.

Mu Yun didn't want to escape, and behind him he was still protecting the little girl he picked up.

The meridians in his body were almost broken, not because of a strong enemy, but because the exercises he cultivated were tampered with fragments, and every time he swung his sword, he was constantly stripping away his own life.

The tip of the sword was raised slowly, and it was countless times that it pointed at the crusader in front of him.

The god-like indifference reached a terrifying level, but someone tightly grabbed his sleeve. Mu Yun lowered his head and saw that the little girl he picked up clenched the sleeve tightly.

He said warmly, "Let go."

Shu Wanqing didn't say anything, and grabbed his clothes tighter.

After a long while, Mu Yun said lightly: "You always cry like this, how long can you live when I'm not by your side."

Shu Wanqing gritted her teeth and shed tears fiercely, "Why aren't you by my side? I'm not afraid of death."

He lowered his eyes, raised his other hand and gently wiped away Shu Wanqing's tears, even with a hint of gentleness in his movements.

But his expression was indifferent, "Your life is mine. I want you to be born, and you will be born."

Mu Yun once again swung his sword, the long sword pierced the wind and crossed the sky, and the sword's edge was wrapped in unparalleled shocking power. Split the mountains and fill the sea to break the surface, like thunder.

The formation was broken, but the monks in front of them showed joy.

They could feel that Mu Yun's sword strength was weakening.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

Mu Yun's complexion was as white as golden paper, his lips were pale, and a faint trace of blood was leaking out.

I thought that when Mu Yun was at the end of the shot, he would be able to hit with a single blow, but Mu Yun's willpower seemed to be able to last forever until the moment they retreated.

The monks who didn't give up and wanted to stay and kill Mu Yun with their own hands were finally scared when they saw Mu Yun refused to fall like a monster.

After Mu Yun raised his long sword again, they scattered and fled.

Snow began to fall from the sky.

Mu Yun threw the long sword, the picturesque clear eyebrows were calm and gentle.

It was snowing heavily.

He raised his hand, and the blood on his fingertips was dipped into a mist of water by the melted snow. His life was like this snowflake that disappeared without a trace, and now it will dissipate.

Shu Wanqing felt that his life was passing.

Mu Yun lowered his eyes and looked at Shu Wanqing, just like the first time he saw her, he smiled lightly.

His clean and dust-free white clothes were stained red with blood, and his expression was as indifferent as when he first met. At that time, he also smiled like this and asked her, what are you going to pay back for saving you?