Mo Yan has long known that his speed has become the fatal weakness of the team.

If he doesn't stay, even if Su Ming'an blocks the progress of the weirdos now, this group of people will be dragged to death sooner or later.

Therefore, he actively chose to stay.

He glanced at Su Ming'an one last time, then stopped looking back and suddenly stepped forward, raising his sword.

The raindrops are like beads reflecting the streamer, shining like diamonds in the rain curtain.

"Shua——!"

The sword's light was like a silvery dragon swimming around, and the surrounding leaves were illuminated by the light.

The vertical and horizontal sword energy suddenly surged out. Mo Yan shouted and charged towards the enemy at the front. The air flow caused by it scraped the broken leaves and flew up. The sword energy was noisy and the sword light shone like a cold star.

"Shua——!"

The blood line surged up, and he slashed horizontally with his sword, cutting off the monster's extended hands.

Countless electric batons hit his body. He held the hilt of the sword, and the sword energy surged on it.

The light of the sun's rain shone on his body, and the sword surface reflected light like a mirror. The scratched signature on the mirror surface now revealed jagged and fine pieces of blazing white in a ray of cold light.

Although he usually has a playful smile and looks like a boneless salted fish, when he stood at the front with the sword, his figure was like a sword bone, standing on the spot, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

"Brother, go quickly——!"

His slightly trembling voice came through, with a bit of arrogant and wanton smile, as if he was extremely happy at this time.

Su Ming'an did not stop her, nor did she stage any "if you don't leave, I won't leave either" drama.

He just watched the other person's figure plunge into a white stream decisively, like ink melting in water.

He turned around and ran towards Suzunako and Dongyue.

"goodbye."

He whispered, not stopping at all.

When he turned around and ran, he heard the muffled sound of the sword blade coming into contact with the flesh behind him, the sound of sword energy, and an extremely loud shout coming from behind:

"The white hair of a young age lasts only a moment. The way of heaven is always there, going back and forth—"

Su Mingan was running and heard these familiar words.

Vertical and horizontal sword energy blew past both sides of him, with bursts of harsh sounds. He looked back again and saw the sword energy forged like fire, rushing up as if it could illuminate the whole world.

The young man standing at the front was like an unsheathed sword. White light shot out from his sword, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky.

"What do we have to fear in the battle between great avenues!"

The loud shouts came from the other end of the Milky Way, as if sweeping through the blazing white river.

Facing the golden sunshine, a very long oblique shadow stretched out behind him, and blood flew out in front of him.

He shouted with a smile, his voice filled with endless wantonness and freedom.

"——Mo Yan, a disciple of Jianmen Xiaoyaozi, will teach you some great tricks!"

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【Brother, don’t think too badly of other people.】

【There are still many good people in the world.】

[Brother, brother, you must believe me... I really have no bad intentions, I really feel sorry for you.]

[I really hope that my eldest brother can be less defensive...]

[If I had wanted to do something, I could have done it long ago. My eldest brother and I have not believed in me yet...? 】

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"I believe you." Su Mingan whispered.

He quickened his pace and stayed away from the turbulent and noisy battlefield.

There were fewer and fewer broken leaves floating behind him, and the lingering sword energy gradually moved away.

The scenery on both sides was quickly abandoned by him, and the sound of sword energy gradually faded in his ears.

How could a member of the ancient martial arts family and the sword sect be a blank slate player who had just finished playing?

... Mo Yan's fighting power has never been fully demonstrated. The level of will he occasionally displays is far above that of normal people.

Previously, he had always doubted whether this person was a sniper. After all, the other person's enthusiasm was too deliberate, as if he was actively trying to get close to him.

He was always wary of Mo Yan, as if he were wary of a stranger, ignoring the other person's former kindness.

When the dungeon was reset, he directly asked why the other party knew his room information.

He still remembers Mo Yan's answer and the look in his eyes at that time.

Mo Yan raised his head and looked at him.

The young man's eyes were sincere as never before. His face was almost pale at that time, but his eyes were bright.

【Brother, you can trust me.】

...Mo Yan may be right.

There may really be many "good people" in this world.

...Isn't it just right that he met someone here...?

He ran hard, chasing the scenery ahead.

The field of vision gradually broadens.

When he slowed down and saw the slanting rain curtain blowing past his eyes, he saw an extraordinarily wide piece of land.

Fuyuki and Suzunako stood in the rain. In front of them was a suspension bridge swaying in the rain.

The rope bridge connects to the other side of the cliff, and you can vaguely see the path on the opposite side, as well as the shallow shadow of the city hidden behind the woods.

"Zhuang Guo may have misremembered the direction. The suspension bridge is over here." Dongxue saw him and was extremely happy: "Yang Xia, look, we can go out from here!"

Su Mingan took a look.

The suspension bridge was crumbling in the wind and rain and looked like it might flip over at any time.

Dongxue and Suzunako also thought that she would fall down, so they stopped here to wait for him.

Su Mingan stepped forward, put Dongxue on her back, picked up the little Suzunako, and rushed forward.

"By the way...brother, um, where is the other brother?" Suzunako asked softly, lying on his chest.

Perhaps it was because Mo Yan had saved her several times on the way, so she seemed to care about him especially at this time.

"Ah, Mo Yan." Su Mingan stepped onto the plank of the suspension bridge, balancing in the strong wind: "He is still behind...it will take a while..."

His voice paused.

The cold, inorganic voice of the system rang in his ears amidst the fierce rainstorm mixed with the cold wind.

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【Number of survivors: 3.】

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Chapter completed!