MTL - The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father (Lady Charm)-Chapter 5102 Little Master, can't come back!

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The wind in the air was a bit strong, and his long hair was fluttered, revealing that handsome face.

This face once fascinated thousands of female cultivators on the cultivation continent.

Mu Yan thought: Several people know how gentle and kind in the bones of the former master of this body.

How many people know how amazing their little uncle is, who should have had the brightest and most energetic life.

However, he has lived for hundreds of years, but he has never enjoyed a moment of family happiness.

From his birth to the death of his soul, how many people in this world have treated him kindly and given him warmth.

Xiaoyaomen...said it was his home.

But what have they done for the little teacher?

Always let him bother to protect.

The only time he wanted to sacrifice his life to save the young master, but in the end let the young master be enchanted because of their deaths.

Even now, the body of the little uncle is occupied by the half soul of the world.

Mu Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed her chest, her heart hurting like a needle.

She thought of the suffering Qi Huang had endured, and she was not so sad.

Because she knew that she still had a chance to make up for Qi Huang, and it might be possible for Qi Huang to enjoy the life that should belong to him.

However, the future of the little uncle was never gone.

Even if the time of Heaven goes back, they can't get their little uncle back.

Now she even had to erase the only body of the little uncle that existed.

Jun Muyan, you have no heart.

She said to herself in her heart.

She felt a smell of fishy sweetness in her throat, and she swallowed it again.

Qi Jue Sword slowly appeared in her hand.

Tianmoqin was put away by her.

Mu Yan looked at "Luo Yunxiao" and slowly said, "Little Master, you are the one who led me into the gate of kendo. You are the one who gave me the Long Yuan sword and let me condense the sword heart. I am. Jianxin is called guardian."

"Today's battle between you and me uses only swords. It starts with swords and ends with swords. Do you agree?"

Luo Yunxiao's expression was indifferent, but his eyes moved slightly: "With only the sword, your chances of winning are not even one."

Is Jun Muyan now strong in kendo? Nature is strong.

But compared to Luo Yunxiao, a swordsman who has been immersed in kendo for hundreds of years and has gathered twelve natal swords, his kendo swordsmanship is too weak.

What Mu Yan is really strong is the power of law, the skill of a Kagura master, and an endless stream of methods.

Beginning with the sword and ending with the sword, it was like Mu Yan cut off his right arm before the battle began.

She is almost certain to lose.

Luo Yunxiao looked at Mu Yan, and said lightly: "If you use all the means and drag it to Di Mingjun to break free from the door of the sky, you may still have the power to fight me. You can see that with a sword, you can't last for an hour ."

"Or do you think I will be merciful if I only use a sword?"

Mu Yan shook her head, "I know you won't. I want to use only the sword for the final comparison, hoping to let the little uncle see my swordsman."

She paused, and repeated it again: "My sword heart is called guardian. And the cohesion of my sword heart is influenced by the Dragon Abyss sword given to me by my junior master."

Although she knows that hope is extremely slim, although she knows that breaking her arm like this is like seeking her own death.

But Mu Yan still wanted to make the last fight.

Her fingers gently stroked the transparent long sword in her hand.

Qi Juejian hummed softly, trembling slightly, as if stroking her fingers.

Luo Yunxiao understood what she meant, and there was a wave of waves in her eyes, "Do you want to use your own swordsmanship to awaken Luo Yunxiao's soul? Naive."