Mo Yang ignored it, his eyes turned cold, he clenched the sword in his hand, and stabbed Sima Luo Qing unexpectedly.
Sima Luoqing dodged the sword. Because the sword was too sudden, his blue brocade robe was torn and bloodshot eyes oozed from his arms. However, he quickly reacted and kicked up a ball on the ground.
He picked up his sword and started fighting with Mo Yang. Unexpectedly, the power of the sword without internal strength could be so fierce.
Mo Yang knew that he could no longer resist, so he made a feint to attract Sima Luoqing's attention, and then fled away with enough energy.
Sima Luoqing also chased after him. After a while, Mo Yang was forced to the cliff.
"Since you can't be used by me, there's no use keeping you!" After saying this, he struck Mo Yang with his palm.
Mo Yang was caught off guard and took the palm forcefully. Immediately, her blood became chaotic, she spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell off the cliff. At the same time, she heard someone calling her name. Who was it? Who would call her by her full name?
...
"Moyang!" Gu Yue struck Sima Luo with a tilted palm.
Sima Luoqing was hit by this unexpected slap and vomited blood and fell to the snow.
Mo Yang no longer had the energy to think, his whole body was weak, and he raised his energy many times to slow down his fall, but all failed. The mask had fallen to no where, and his body and thoughts were falling. After a long fall, he suddenly fell into a hug,
Falling speed decreases
Guyue hugged Moyang tightly. After a few turns, the gravity of her fall was reduced. Her feet landed on the ground. He was very light. Suddenly, her eyes touched Moyang's face. She was startled. He was not wearing a mask.
The mark on his right cheek is coquettish and strange, his face is pale, his eyebrows are furrowed, and bloodshot eyes are overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
It was dark at the bottom of the cliff, with only a few beams of sunlight coming in. It was getting dark, and there were still footprints of wild beasts on the snow. It was not a good place to stay for a long time. I found a cave, spread it with hay, and carefully put Mo Yang up and touched Mo Yang.
With fingers as cold as ice, Mo Yang's body became even colder
Guyue Xie felt inexplicable fear, fear, fear that he would never wake up again. She held the cold hands tightly. After inputting her internal energy for half an hour, she began to feel that the cold hands were getting warmer. She breathed a sigh of relief.
It was the kind of ease of being reborn after a disaster. I took back my palm, felt dizzy, and fell down.
Mo Yang's frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed, he opened his eyes, and subconsciously touched the mark on his right cheek. It seemed that he had fallen off a cliff. He looked around and found that he turned slightly in the cave and touched an object, the moonlight.
Pouring in, I saw his face clearly, it was him, Gu Yuexian