Chapter 1277: Seven days! The seven days that disappeared 5
"Murong Jing, you can't kill me with the murderous aura you feign." He could easily see that Murong Jing was just testing, and the murderous aura he exuded just now was completely deliberate. Although it was done very cleverly, at the same time
In front of masters, it is easy to be exposed.
Murong Jing was secretly shocked after hearing this.
Don't be careless, the person in front of you is indeed a master! Moreover, he is not a master who can win casually.
"Murong Jing, how about a bet? Whoever loses, she belongs to him."
"Winning or losing, she will never be yours..."[
While the two people were talking, they exchanged dozens of moves.
When two people fight, the more they fight, the more frightened they become, the more jealous they become, and the more they fight, the more focused they become.
Until gradually, I am fully committed.
That is no longer a purpose, but a way of winning and losing!
The chess hall has become a battlefield for two people.
Two figures were flying, criss-crossing each other.
Under the moonlight, it was impossible to tell who was who.
I saw only the shadow of the sword, which was particularly shocking at night.
What is going on? An hour has passed, and there is no winner. However, the physical strength of the two people has obviously been exhausted, and their movements have gradually slowed down. However, if the masters are fighting, it will be difficult to withdraw from the battle if they do not stop at the same time.
If one party retreats, but the other party has no intention of retreating, then the party that retreats first is likely to die in the hands of the other party!
The confusion in Murong Jing's eyes gradually deepened.
The person in front of him looks like Huangfu Yi, but not quite like Huangfu Yi. Because Huangfu Yi's martial arts is far beyond his current ability. Right now, even if he tries his best, he might kill him, but he seems calm and calm at the moment.
, there was a slight sweat on his forehead, and his breath was a little heavy.
Now, Murong Jing has gradually gained the upper hand.
He had a sword in his hand, while Huangfu Yi was using his bare hands and empty fists. In a certain aspect, Murong Jing did have the upper hand.
At least he has maintained considerable physical strength.
Suddenly, Huangfu Yi suddenly missed the point!
When did the tiles on the roof get worn out earlier!
The body tilted and when he slowed down a little, Murong Jing's sword had already thrust out like lightning!
"Brother Imperial, no!" A voice shouted from the darkness.