"No need." An indifferent voice sounded, and Liu Yue's body flashed and she had already pushed into Murong Chunshui.
There was a flash of anger in her eyes. If she dared to be mad at him, he would make her pay the price.
His body flashed with lightning, and he stabbed Liu Yue with one sword.
Liuyue didn't even look at the sharp sword that was coming towards her. She hit the tip of the sword with her body, but the sword in her hand was pointed directly at Murong Chunshui's throat.
Fight for your life.
This was a death-to-die move. The people watching the excitement were immediately immersed in it. No one thought that Liu Yue’s move would actually be a death-to-die move.
Murong Chunshui frowned, wondering who would die with her, then he turned his sword and moved his feet.
As soon as he moved his feet, the sword in his hand was still lying in the air. Liuyue in front of him suddenly disappeared. Before he could react, something cold suddenly touched his neck. The shiver and sharpness made Murong Chunshui tremble.
His face turned pale instantly.
"You lost." Liu Yue said coldly, standing behind Murong Chunshui with the soft sword in her hand pointing at Murong Chunshui's neck.
What she learned was not the ability to fight with others, what she learned was the technique of killing people, one strike, blood sealing the throat, not fancy martial arts, but a sure-kill technique.
He is not worthy of risking his life.
The whole place fell silent for a moment and only the slightest sound of wind could be heard. All the Murong family members standing on the edge were so shocked that they could not open their mouths from ear to ear.
With just one move, Murong Chunshui, who ranked third among the younger generation of the Murong family, was defeated by her.
Oh my god, this is unbelievable.
The sun was shining brightly in the small courtyard, but it could not hide the strong murderous aura in the middle of the courtyard.
"Pah, pah, pah." There was a burst of applause, and two people stepped into the door of the small courtyard again. One of them was a gentle young man, clapping his hands with a smile on his face.
The other is the old man of Murong Mansion, Murong Wudi whose birthday is today.
A sixty-year-old man has no air of age, and is as capable as a man in his prime.
"Liu Yue, put down your sword and point it at your brother like this. What will it look like?" Murong Wudi looked at Liu Yue with shining eyes. The words in his mouth seemed to be reproachful, but everyone could hear the joy and defense in him.
The Murong family was a military general, and force was the decisive factor in determining all status.
"Yes, don't call His Highness the Crown Prince a joke, Liu Yue, come here and see His Highness the Crown Prince." Murong Yi's excited face turned slightly red at this time, and he smiled and said to Liu Yue.