After all, swords don't have eyes, it's normal for them to hurt and stab.
Unexpectedly, Yun Luoxue was more calm than she was, but Jingli refused to take action.
This made Dong Ziyan, who was already impatient, even more irritable.
The sword was swung with no mercy, killing every move, with full force.
Yun Luoxue's dagger was quite handy.
Dong Ziyan is stronger than her, but at the beginning, there won't be much difference in strength between the two parties.
But Dong Ziyan was so impatient that she had long forgotten that Qianmo Qingcheng was watching. Now that she saw Yun Luoxue, she became angry and wanted to teach her a lesson, so she naturally became more ruthless in her attacks.
All of their moves were full of aura, and they vowed to knock Yun Luoxue down with one move.
Yun Luoxue possesses the martial arts and skills of the mercenary king of the 21st century, and her speed is naturally a little faster than Dong Ziyan.
Therefore, there was originally a match between two people with some differences in strength. Now, because Yun Luoxue's martial arts routines are not unique to this world at all, and they use their strengths to make up for their weaknesses, the gap is not so obvious.
The spiritual energy dispersed, and Dong Ziyan's long sword pierced Yun Luoxue's heart.
Yun Luoxue's figure was like a white butterfly, deflecting and flying to avoid Dong Ziyan's moves. If one move failed, she would try another move.
Five fingers turned into claws, and he raised the purple sword in mid-air. Dong Ziyan shouted sharply: "Bind--" The purple halo filled the entire sword body, and strands of light swirled around the sword body.
Suddenly, as Dong Ziyan spat out one word, the purple sword seemed to hear a silent command.
The purple light on the sword was like purple ribbons, sweeping towards Yun Luoxue.
Yun Luoxue had already stood still, but she didn't want to sit down and wait for a beating.
While Dong Ziyan held up the purple long sword, the red and black dagger in Yun Luoxue's hand also grew in response to the wind, until it grew to the size of the purple long sword.
The red sword body carries a murderous aura, and the biting arrogance is directed towards the purple smoke of Dong Ziyan.
Yunluo Xue is cold and devoid of warmth, but one word still comes out: "Broken -" gorgeous versus monotonous, purple versus red.
In an instant, the light shines brightly.
Purple is entwined with red, and red is entwined with purple.
The halo completely surrounded the two people. In the halo, Qianmo Qingcheng was a bystander and could not see clearly what was going on with the two people inside the halo.
Involuntarily, his heart began to rise, fearing that there was something wrong with Yun Luoxue.
He knew that Yiyun Luoxue's strength seemed to be no match for Dong Ziyan's...
In the purple-red aperture, Dong Ziyan's charming cheek smiled enchantingly, with an extremely relaxed expression: "You are simply looking for death!"
The two of them still held the same posture, both raising their own weapons, but Dong Ziyan was stronger than Yun Luoxue.
The sword tips were facing each other, and the red sword was obviously weaker than the purple fireworks, forcing the sword in front of Yun Luoxue to retreat towards her.
She almost hit Yun Luoxue's heart, but she still refused to admit defeat. She smiled coldly, with a firm face on her slightly pale face: "Dong Ziyan, don't you feel that you said some things too early?"
Although she looks smaller than Dong Ziyan, Yun Luoxue's aura is not inferior to Dong Ziyan's at all.
Dong Ziyan looked at Yun Luoxue with disdain, not taking Yun Luoxue seriously at all, "Okay, I want to see how long you can keep your stubbornness."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy in Dong Ziyan's hand suddenly surged and poured into the purple sword in front of him.
She said extremely arrogantly: "Yun Luoxue, go to hell!"
Yun Luoxue frowned, and a trace of blood flowed from her mouth, while Dong Ziyan seemed to be fine.
This is the gap, the gap in strength. But she never gave up, never gave up, even at the critical moment of life and death, she never gave up.