As if something was suddenly awakened, the sword body emitted a blazing white light.
"Brother, I let Ling Naizi run first, together with Dong Xue." Mo Yan said, "They should have run some distance now. Brother can catch up if he runs faster."
"what are you up to?"
Mo Yan didn't answer, but just took a step forward and stood in front of him.
The sunlight fell on the black and white-patterned short robe of the young man in front of him, reflecting the blood-red light like the ripples on the sea. Mo Yan faced the white monster running towards him and raised his sword.
The sword body hummed, and the sword's roar revealed the power and sharpness of a dragon's roar.
Su Mingan held onto the tree trunk, the pain in his chest gradually numbed as the stimulant took effect.
"People from Jianmen will not become a burden to our saviors." Mo Yan turned his head and raised his sword: "Brother, let's go quickly. I will repay your life."
The rain slid down his cheeks, and the sword was clear, reflecting the sharpness that suddenly appeared in his eyes.
At this moment, there was no trace of smile on his face, only an extremely quiet and peaceful expression.
Mo Yan knew in his heart that his speed had become the team's weakness.
If he didn't stay, even if Su Mingan stopped the monsters now, this group of people would be dragged to death sooner or later.
So, he took the initiative to choose to stay.
He took one last look at Su Ming'an, then without looking back, he suddenly stepped forward, sword raised.
The raindrops are like beads reflecting the flowing light, sparkling like diamonds in the rain curtain.
“Swish!”
The sword light was like a silver dragon, and the surrounding leaves were illuminated by the light.
The sword energy surged out suddenly, and Mo Yan shouted loudly, charging towards the enemy in the front. The airflow scraped the broken leaves and made them fly up, the sword energy was crisscrossed and noisy, and the sword light flickered like a cold star.
“Swish!”
Blood spurted out, and he slashed with his sword, cutting off the pair of large hands that the monster stretched out.
Countless electric batons hit him, and he grasped the hilt of the sword, with sword energy swirling around it.
The light of the sun shower shone on his body, and the sword reflected light like a mirror. The signature scratched on the mirror surface now showed uneven and fine white in the cold light.
Although he usually smiles and looks like a weak and incompetent person, when he stands at the front with the sword in his hand, his body is as strong as a sword bone, standing still in place, and his sword-holding hand does not tremble at all.
"Brother, let's go——!"
His trembling voice came over.
Su Mingan did not stop him, nor did he act out some "I won't leave unless you leave" tragedy.
He just watched the other person's figure decisively plunge into the white stream, like ink melting in water.
He turned around and ran in the direction of Suzunako and Fuyuki.
As he turned and ran, he heard the dull sound of the sword blade hitting flesh from behind him. The sound of sword energy crisscrossing, and a very loud shout coming from behind:
"Youth and gray hair are but a moment. The laws of nature are everlasting, and they repeat themselves—"
Su Mingan was running and heard these familiar words.
The criss-crossing sword energy swept past him on both sides with bursts of sharp sounds. He looked back again and saw sword energy that seemed to be forged in a raging fire, surging up as if it could illuminate the four seas.
The young man standing in the front was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. White light gushed out from his sword, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.
"What do we have to fear in the struggle for the great way?"
Loud shouts came from the other end of the Milky Way, as if sweeping over through this blazing white river.
Facing the golden sunlight, a very long slanting shadow was left behind him, and blood was spurting out in front of him.
He laughed and shouted, his voice filled with endless carefreeness.
"——Mo Yan, a disciple of Jianmen Xiaoyaozi, is here to learn from your skills!"
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[Brother, don't think too badly of other people. ]
【There are still many good people in the world. 】
[Brother, you must believe me... I really don't have bad intentions. I really feel sorry for you.]
[I really hope that Big Brother can be less defensive...]
[If I wanted to do it, I could have done it a long time ago. I have been with my brother until now. Brother, don’t you still believe me...? ]
…
"I believe you." Su Mingan said in a low voice.
He quickened his pace and moved away from the turbulent battlefield.
The broken leaves floating behind him became fewer and fewer, and the lingering sword energy gradually moved away.
He quickly left behind the scenery on both sides, and the sound of sword energy gradually faded away in his ears.
How could a person from the ancient martial arts family or Jianmen be a blank player who just came off the field?
...Mo Yan's fighting ability has never been fully demonstrated. The level of willpower that occasionally manifests itself is far above that of a normal person.
Previously, Su Mingan always suspected that this person was a sniper-like character. After all, the other party's enthusiasm was too deliberate, as if he was actively trying to get close to him.
He was always on guard against Mo Yan and ignored the other party's previous kindness.
When the copy was reset, he directly questioned why the other party knew his room information.
He still remembers Mo Yan's answer and the look in his eyes at that time.
At that time, Mo Yan raised his head and looked at him.
There was an unprecedented sincerity in the eyes of that young man. His face was almost pale, but his eyes were bright.
【Big brother, you can trust me. 】
...Mo Yan might be right.
There may really be a lot of "good people" in this world.
...Isn’t it just so happens that he has met one here...?
He ran as hard as he could, chasing the scenery ahead.
The field of vision gradually widens.
When he slowed down his pace and saw the slanting rain curtain passing by his eyes, he saw an exceptionally wide piece of land.
Dongxue and Suzunako stood in the rain. In front of them was a suspension bridge swaying in the rain.
The cable bridge connects to the other side of the cliff, through which you can vaguely see the path on the opposite side and the shadow of the city hidden behind the woods.
"Zhuang Guo may have remembered the wrong direction. The suspension bridge is over here." Dong Xue was very happy to see him: "Yang Xia, look, if we go from here, we can get out!"
Su Mingan took a look.
The suspension bridge was shaky in the wind and rain and looked like it might flip over at any time.
Dongxue and Lingnako also thought that she would fall down, so they stopped here to wait for him.
Su Mingan stepped forward, carried Dongxue on his back, picked up little Suzunako, and rushed forward.
"By the way...Brother, um, where is the other brother?" Suzunako asked in a low voice, lying on his chest.
Perhaps because Mo Yan had saved her several times along the way, she seemed to be particularly concerned about him at this moment.
"Ah, Mo Yan." Su Ming'an stepped onto the wooden plank of the suspension bridge, trying to keep his balance in the strong wind. "He's still behind... maybe in a while..."
His voice paused.
The cold, inorganic system voice rang in his ears amid the sound of heavy rain mixed with cold wind.
…
【Number of survivors: 3.】
…
"...Probably he won't be back for a while." Su Mingan said softly.
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