The hearts of Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and others were already tight, their minds were blank, and they didn't even dare to look anymore.

"This fool!" An Xiaxin gritted her teeth and cursed. Of course she also noticed Mu Hanyan's strangeness, guessing what Ling Baobao meant for doing this, but did he think that this would stop Mu Hanyan, but it was just a death in vain.

An Xiaxin braced her body hard, wanted to make a move by herself, and tried her best to stop Mu Hanyan, but just halfway up her feet, she knelt on the ground weakly.

Looking at Mu Hanyan's icy gaze, there seemed to be a **** long sword in his hand, and then at Ling Baobao's unrepentant gaze, An Xiaxin burst into tears.

Ling Baobao smiled bitterly. If he could, who would die easily, he also wanted to use his strength to stop Mu Hanyan from continuing to kill, but the problem was that he didn't have such strength at all.

"Han Yan, we are friends, remember, we are friends!" Ling Bao Bao looked into Mu Hanyan's eyes, with such a magnanimous expression, and so unwilling to turn back.

Because of his special status, he didn't have many friends since he was a child. Even if he treats each other sincerely, he will always have some scruples after knowing his identity. Seriously speaking, Mu Hanyan is his first friend in the true sense. It has nothing to do with status or status. In many cases, he is not considered at all. But it is precisely for this reason that This friendship is more innocent and more cherished.

Therefore, he would never want Mu Shouyan to be controlled by that desire to kill, nor would he want to see her do something that would make him regret for life.

In Mu Hanyan's awe-inspiring eyes, a dazed color faintly flashed, and there was also a soft touch, and the sword in his hand also slowed down a bit.

Noting this subtle change, Ling Baobao was happy, and Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe and others also let out a long breath at the same time.

But soon, they discovered that the softness in Mu Hanyan's eyes was only fleeting, and soon returned to the cold-blooded cruelty before, and the cold sword's edge also continued to slash at Baby Ling with an unstoppable force.

"Quit, Baby Ling, go back!" Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe, An Xiaxin and others shouted again in unison.

Retreat, can you retreat? Ling Baobao felt helpless in her heart, let alone whether he could retreat from the Mu Hanyan sword with his strength, even if he could escape this sword, what about the next sword?

If Mu Hanyan cannot be awakened from the slaughter barrier, after killing all the rogues, it will be their turn. Where can they retreat at that time?

Facing Mu Hanyan's terrifying strength and killing intent at this time, they didn't even have a chance to escape. If she can't restore the spirit platform to Ching Ming, she will never stop unless she kills everyone. By that time, everything was too late.

"Hanyan..." Seeing that Xuehan's blade was getting closer and closer to him, Bao Bao Ling's heart was filled with despair and shouted sadly.

Mu Hanyan's sword suddenly stagnated, and the look of confusion appeared in his eyes again.

In the heart that had been occupied by destruction and killing, a pair of blurred images flashed alternately. Although so hazy, it was impossible to tell who the person in it was, but it gave her an unusually warm and kind meaning.

"Cold smoke, cold smoke..." A distant voice sounded deep in my heart.