The sword shadow flashed, like a night-like shadow, and stabbed Yu Wushuang's chest again.
Yu Wushuang turned sideways, and the sword grazed his arm.
The sleeves were torn and blood streaks flew out.
He smiled lightly and then flew up again.
Once, twice, three times...
Cheng Shu left scars one after another on his body, but he never hurt his vital parts.
Blood dyes the white clothes red.
Yu Wushuang raised her hand to wipe the blood stains from the corner of her lips, squinted her eyes and looked up at the sky, and a smile appeared on her lips again, "It's almost noon!"
His smile was bright and proud.
The dry color on Cheng Shu's face became increasingly intense.
Yu Wushuang's calmness and procrastinating fighting techniques had made him unknowingly doubt his own judgment. Looking down at his short shadow on the ground, Cheng Shu finally decided to leave.
He turned around and was about to leave, but Yu Wushuang's body swayed and she flew towards him again.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged more than twenty moves. After the last hard confrontation, the cloth straps wrapped around Yu Wu's hands split apart, accompanied by splashes of blood, and the sentimental knife in his hands was also released.
Then he left, his body flew backwards heavily, knocking down a thick-legged poplar tree.
"I'll kill you again when I don't come back!" Catching the sentimental knife in mid-air, Cheng Shu dodged away and disappeared for a moment.
Yu Wushuang stood up with both arms on the ground and shouted loudly, "Xuan Tian, you bastard, you turtle grandson, don't run away if you have the guts. Come and play with me again. I haven't competed with you in mystical arts yet..."
No matter how loudly he scolded, Cheng Shu had no reaction at all.
Confirming that the other party had really gone far, Yu Wushuang swayed, fell heavily on the grass, and sighed with lingering fear.
A long purple thorn appeared silently and slowly pressed against his back.
"Where is Xuan Tian?!" Li Li asked coldly.
"Gone!" Yu Wushuang turned around and looked at her with a smile, "Where are you?!"
"You have no right to know!" Li Li put the tip of the thorn against his throat and turned his wrist to stab him.
"Don't kill him!" Mingyue's voice came urgently from the distance.
The tip of the thorn penetrated Yu Wushuang's skin and stopped narrowly before piercing his throat. Li Qiye pulled out the soul-chasing thorn and looked at the blood spurting out from the wound. There was no expression on his face, and he just lifted the tip of the thorn.
Still at the fatal point of Yu Wushuang.
Yu Wushuang frowned and looked at Bugui, "She is indeed your woman, and she is even stronger than you!"
Mingyue's gaze passed over the sword marks on his face, "Why?!"
"I was wrong!" Yu Wushuang shrugged, "You are right, the best way to make them obey is to be stronger than them, so that they will never have the courage to resist!"
"He is not from Xuantian!" Mingyue stepped forward and patted Mo Li's shoulder gently, "Let him go!"
Mo Li looked sideways at him, then stood up and put away the soul-chasing thorn in his hand.
"Thank you for trusting me!" Yu Wushuang raised his head and looked at the bright moon in front of him, "I'm sorry, I didn't keep that knife!"
"He probably won't leave until he gets the knife!" Mingyue's eyes glanced at the bleeding wound on his body, and then stretched out her right hand to him, "Come with me and take care of the wound!"
Yu Wushuang's eyes fell on Mingyue's outstretched palm. His face was always full of teasing, and he couldn't hide his feelings. Finally, he raised his hand and put it on the palm.
He looked sideways at Mo Li, "If you are worried, you can tie my hands!"