The moonlight is like water, but it hides a cold murderous intention. In this vast night, all kinds of killers from the Onmyoji family quietly emerged. They were like ghosts, gathering from all directions, aiming directly at Mu Yu in the center.
Their steps were light and fast, like shadows floating in the wind, coming and going without a trace. Their eyes were as cold as ice, revealing their ruthlessness and callousness towards their prey. Their hands either turned into ghost claws or sharp swords, and every inch of their skin was filled with the aura of death.
He took a deep breath and waved the thunder method in his hand. In an instant, a powerful energy burst out from him, raging around him like a violent storm.
They surrounded Mu Yu like hungry wolves surrounding a weak lamb. They roared and jeered like a group of bloodthirsty beasts. There was no mercy in their eyes, only cold murderous intent. There was no warmth in their voices, only a biting chill.
Mu Yu is independent on the street, his eyes are as cold as ice and as hot as fire. The group of killers in front of them had their faces covered and wore black tights, like shadows in the night. They were holding sharp blades and approaching Mu Yu.
Mu Yu was unhurried, his slender fingers gently sliding through the air, as if stroking an invisible guqin. Instantly, there was a tense atmosphere in the air, and the killer's eyes became suspicious. They didn't know what trump cards this seemingly lonely man had hidden.
Suddenly, Mu Yu's figure was speeding like the wind, shuttling through the group of killers, so fast that he almost left an afterimage. His fists made a sharp sound, like shells being fired, hitting the killer's chest hard. The killers were horrified and were hit by Mu Yu's attack before they had time to react.
The banging sound echoed in the night sky, and the killers flew out one after another like sandbags hit by artillery shells and fell to the ground. They curled up in pain. Under Mu Yu's attack, they were like small boats swallowed by huge waves, unable to resist.
Mu Yu's movements were smooth and coherent, as if he was performing a solo dance. He moved gracefully among the killers, and every time he punched, it was like he was playing a symphony of death.
The eyes of the killers were full of fear and despair. They discovered that this man was not the weakling they thought, but a warrior with unfathomable strength. They tried to stand up and wave the sharp blades in their hands, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not stop Mu Yu's attack.
Under the moonlight, Mu Yu's figure was like a mountain, and his power was like a violent storm, unstoppable. The attacks of the killers seemed so insignificant in front of him, and his counterattacks were as sharp and violent as the torrential rain and wind.
Mu Yu stood alone in the center, his eyes firm and bright, like the stars in the night sky. He faced these killers from the Onmyoji family without flinching or fearing. His hands were shaking slightly, not because of fear, but because he was desperately trying to gather his strength.
His eyes showed fearless courage, and his body exuded unyielding fighting spirit. He seems lonely, but he is not alone. Because he has innate faith and strength.
Each of these killers is cruel and ruthless. They make killing their profession and do it in the name of death. But Mu Yulei is not an ordinary person. His body reveals a kind of perseverance and determination, which is respect for life and persistence in justice.
He suddenly started, like lightning piercing the dark night sky, and he rushed towards the guest door in front. The killers reacted quickly. They pulled the trigger, the gunfire flashed, and bullets rained down on Mu Yulei. However, his movement is too fast, too fast for people to aim, and too fast for people to react. He easily dodged the bullet attack, then suddenly accelerated and rushed straight into the guest door.
The space behind the guest door was dark, with only a faint light shining through. Mu Yulei searched for Yuanyuan in the darkness, his heart clenching tightly. It was his worry for Yuanyuan and his alertness to his own situation.
Suddenly, he saw Yuanyuan, she was tied in the corner, her eyes full of fear. Mu Yulei rushed over quickly, cut the rope binding her with a knife, and then pulled her towards the exit.
The killers chased after him like a shadow, and their bullets were fired again, but Mu Yulei's movement was too weird and they could not hit him. Finally, Mu Yulei rushed out of the exit with Yuanyuan and disappeared into the darkness.
The surrounding enemies were instantly knocked away by this powerful force. Mu Yu seized the opportunity and quickly rushed out of the encirclement with Yuanyuan. Behind them are the enemy's thousands of troops, and in front of them are unknown challenges and dangers.
Mu Yu was not afraid at all. The thunder method in his hand was like a living giant dragon, constantly spitting out lightning and lighting up the dark road. They fought a bloody path, each lightning strike took away a life, and each collision made them take a step back.
Mu Yu's back was stained red with blood, and his clothes were full of traces of battle. Yuanyuan followed closely behind. Although her face was pale, her eyes were firm. The sword in her hand brings up a splash of blood every time she swings it, and every sword pierces the enemy's heart.
The two of them were like two bolts of lightning, flashing a dazzling light in the darkness. The enemy kept falling, but they moved forward step by step. Their figures appear lonely and tough on the battlefield, and their existence is an unyielding belief.
Finally, they broke out of the last line of defense and saw a vast flat land in front of them. Mu Yu looked back at Yuanyuan, his eyes full of determination. He knew their journey was not over yet, but no matter how many difficulties lay ahead, they would face them. Because they are a pair of fearless warriors with firm beliefs and endless love.
Mu Yu waved the thunder method again, Yuanyuan followed closely, and they once again entered into a new battle. Their figures are like a burning flame on the battlefield. No matter when or where they are, they cannot be completely eliminated. Their thunder spells illuminated the darkness, their swords cut through the wind. Every attack is like a slogan to challenge fate, and every survival is like a hymn to life.
Blood continues to flow; life continues to burn. Mu Yu and Yuanyuan left deep marks on the battlefield. Every step they take is heavy, but every step is firm. Their eyes were full of determination and perseverance, and their figures were like two unshakable mountain peaks on the battlefield.
Enemies continued to come, but Mu Yu and Yuanyuan were fearless. Their thunder spells are like violent storms, defeating enemies one by one; their swords are like the dawn, cutting through the darkness one by one.
