Ming Ye had already realized that his opponent was not hiding in plain sight, and he regretted fighting alone. Now I am afraid it is a fierce battle, either you die or I die, a life and death battle! Then he used all his strength, and suddenly, a blue light appeared.
When Mo Yang saw this, he did not dare to neglect his sword power.
In an instant, there is a flash of swords and shadows. If you are not careful, you will die under the opponent's sword.
The people outside the plum blossom forest became more and more frightened as they looked at the beautiful sword shadow, but it was so cold and bloodthirsty.
The more Chu Han watched, the more frightened he became. The silver needle in his hand was ready to go.
The strong air flow spread out like ripples, and suddenly, the petals all over the sky were covered with snow, floating up and falling down.
The sword was moving so fast that most people outside the plum blossom forest could not see clearly. The red plums in the sky seemed to turn into pink snowflakes, which was really beautiful.
Mo Yang gasped slightly, a few hair strands fell from the hair bundle, and some of them had been cut off by Ming Ye's sword, which looked a bit messy; the silver mask fell down at some point and hung on a red plum, glowing with...
A cold light; the mark on the right cheek became more and more charming, contrasting with the red plum blossoms, and seemed to be alive; a trace of blood flashed in the pupils, and the bloodthirsty light became colder.
Ming Ye's sword was about to reach Mo Yang's neck. However, when his eyes stayed on Mo Yang's face, the sword in his hand couldn't help but trembled. For a moment, he couldn't use any words to describe the person in front of him, especially under the corners of his eyes.
That weird flower, charming, coquettish, evil, bloodthirsty... those soul-stirring eyes are actually blood-colored, making people tremble involuntarily deep in their hearts, just like in hell,
Shura
At the moment of Ming Ye's shock, Mo Yang swung his sword to block the sword that was close at hand, and took out his palm with his left hand. Ming Ye immediately reacted and took the palm. Suddenly, the wind surged and snowflakes danced.
Both of them took a few steps back. Mo Yang could already feel Xue passing by him. The sword in his hand picked up a white plum. The tip of the sword was cold, and the white plum flew out like an arrow from the string, quickly passing through the air.
, Bai Xue, stabbed straight through the opponent's chest
Ming Ye closed her eyes of disbelief and fear and fell down. The light of the ice blue sword suddenly disappeared. The white plum blossoms were dyed red, swaying in the cold wind, like red plums, and the white snow was also dyed red.
, dissolve little by little
The wind stopped, everything became calm again, and tiny snowflakes began to float in the blue sky.