After a few moves, Yi Shuihan disappeared even the short sword in her hand. She fell on the snow, her hair was dispersed in disarray, and her lips were stained with blood, which was extremely enchanting.
She looked at Mo Ningxun again, that crazy! Is he really the terrified Lord of the Demon Palace? He is simply an idiot! He is not an ordinary soldier, but the ten evil spirits of Jueshalou.
"Did you admit defeat?" Baili Wufeng pointed his sword at her.
"I gave up, what do you want?" Yi Shuihan smiled. This smile was like the red lotus in the snowy mountain, cold and lonely, and like a red lotus in the Asura field in the fire, charming and gorgeous.
"Of course, you are captive, prisoner of war." Baili Wufeng also laughed. A woman who can still laugh like this is not bad.[
"Okay, can I let me talk to him?" Yi Shuihan looked at Mo Ningxun and asked sincerely.
Baili Wufeng took a look, hesitated for a while, and said, "Ten Evils, stop."
Mo Ningxun dragged his sword to Yi Shuihan and sat on the snow with her. Then he looked at her. Her body was covered in blood, mixed with red snow. He didn't even dare to touch her, for fear of touching her.
Her wound.
"Why do I do?" Yi Shuihan looked at him and hung up a lot of lottery.
"I like it." Mo Ningxun smiled at her, looking at her all the time, as if she wanted to portray every look of her in her heart.
"Suddenly I realized that you smiled beautifully." Yi Shuihan praised without hesitation.
"You smile more beautifully." Mo Ningxun's smile became deeper.
The people present twitched, and they were still in the mood to flirt at this time. Is it too idiotic or too calm?
Baili Wufeng glanced at Yi Shuihan and curled his lips: "Tie them up."
Several people took the reins, and suddenly, a cold wind swept over the mat with snowflakes, and the cold silver needles penetrated through the air and the snowflakes.
With a whistle, a man holding the reins fell onto the snow, and a silver needle was buried in his neck.
Three people and three horses ran towards each other in the wind and snow, their horns fluttering in the cold wind, and their ink hair flew.
Yi Shuihan and Mo Ningxun looked at each other, quickly defeated the enemy, and tried their best to break out of the siege.
Qiannuo, Rong Zhi, Chengbi and the other two held their swords to stop Baili Wufeng from chasing him. Three to one, Baili Wufeng could not escape for a moment.
Qiannuo: "Shuihan, someone is going to pick him up behind the snow-capped mountain in front of you, go quickly!"
Mo Ningxun immediately flipped onto the horse, pulled Yi Shuihan onto the horse, and rode away.
"Four people go chase!" Baili Wufeng said coldly, "You must not let that woman escape!"
"Yes, Prince." The four of them were ordered to step on the snow and chased them quickly, and their speed was not slower than that of a horse.
Qiannuo and the other two tried their best to intercept, but Baili Wufeng could not escape, and the sword light and sword shadows started another battle.[
Mo Ningxun and Yi Shuihan rode a horse together, and the horse was exhausted and his speed gradually slowed down.
"Dispose them first." Yi Shuihan looked back and saw that Qian Nuo and the other two had disappeared, but the four enemies behind him were chasing him reluctantly, getting closer little by little.
"No!" Mo Ningxun's hands tightly wrapped around her. She always likes to take risks by herself and take risks with her own actions!
"Let go!" Yi Shuihan said angrily. She was still confident in dealing with the four people.
The four of them immediately stopped the horse and stabbed the sword
Mo Ningxun picked up the sword on the ground and met the attack of the four people. For a moment, several people started fighting.