"Die, die for me!" Mu Hanyan's figure moves and appears behind the bandits. Every time the Hanxiao sword cuts, it will take dozens of blood arrows.

Soon, the blood will be scattered with their owners, dissipated in the cold wind, forever into nothingness.

Kill the gods! This is the legendary killing God! Seeing one of his comrades die under the sword of Mu Hanyan, all the bandits are scared and flee.

However, the merciless killing did not end, and the sword of Mu Hanyan was still wielded again and again, taking away the fragile lives.

At this time, mu Hanyan, all the spirits are occupied by the strong intention of killing. There is only one idea, that is to destroy Destroy thousands of creatures, destroy everything in the world!

Her eyes, also become a blood red, can't see the eyes, can't see the eyes, only the palpitating blood red.

The killing again and again did not release her heart of destruction, but made her heart more indifferent. Everything in front of her will be mercilessly destroyed by her.

"Cold smoke, stop! Stop it Suddenly, Ling Baobao stands in front of Mu Hanyan.

For those bandits who destroyed Huayu city into ruins, he had no sympathy. Seeing mu Hanyan's killing, he even felt very happy. But later, he found something bad.

Although his own strength is not strong, he comes from another plane after all. The strong people he contacts every day are far more than others' imagination, and he has a much deeper understanding of the way of cultivation.

He can see that mu Hanyan's state of mind has gone wrong and has entered a magic barrier. If she continues, she will not only kill all the bandits, but also raise a butcher's knife to her own people.

If she does get to that point, she will lose her heart completely. Even if she can regain consciousness, it will become her heart devil that she can never resolve.

Mu cold smoke slightly a meal, indifferently looking at Ling Baobao, eyes still no emotion.

"Stop, smoke, stop." Ling Baobao continued.

Mu Hanyan seemed unheard of and raised his sword again.

"Han Yan, don't kill any more. Stop it." Ling Baobao looks at mu Hanyan's blood red eyes, and his heart trembles slightly.

In that eye, there is still no intelligence to speak of. The magic barrier in Mu Hanyan's heart is more serious than he imagined.

"Die, die for me..." Mu Hanyan talks to himself, and the long sword cuts mu Hanyan fiercely.

"No, my Lord!" Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe scream together.

I began to see mu Hanyan kill the bandits. They were as happy as Ling Baobao. They also wondered why Ling Baobao wanted to stop him. Up to now, they realized that it was not good.

The Lord's heart was obviously occupied by killing, and he even raised his sword to his best friend.

If this continues, the consequences will be unimaginable.

However, mu Hanyan's eyes are fierce, and his sword is still cutting toward Ling Baobao.

"Ling Baobao, step back!" Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe can't wake up mu Hanyan from the killing, so they can only shout to Ling Baobao.

"Han Yan, don't kill any more. Stop it, stop it..." Ling Baobao's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, but he didn't step back and said in a low voice.

However, the sword is still no sword cut off, cold sword light, as if from everyone's heart across!

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