"Swish."
Sword light flickers, blood splatters.
In the dazzling sword and blade, he forcefully ripped open a crack in the sword formation.
Mo Beichen's pupils suddenly widened, unable to believe as he looked at the long sword that suddenly appeared before his eyes. He didn't even have time to react before he was stabbed through the heart and died.
"Senior Brother Mo!"
"Avenge Senior Brother Mo!"
"Kill him!"
The pupils of Everlasting Peak's disciples were red with rage, their minds clouded by bone-deep hatred. Like madmen, they rushed forward and heavily surrounded Mu Fan.
Sword light flickers; blood and flesh flew.
Mu Fan's elegant green robe was soaked with blood, and his upright figure was covered with injuries.
However, his eyes were still firm, his movements agile, and he fought fearlessly against hundreds of people amidst the sword shadows.
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"Bad guys, all bad guys, bullying Daddy, let me go, Little Shui'er wants to help Daddy beat the bad guys."