The black long sword drew a silver arc in mid-air, and the blade cut through the air, making a sharp sound.
From a distance, it seemed as if that sword actually split the air in half.
"Zhankong!"
Xu Zixiao in the audience was shocked and spoke out.
There is a sword on his body called Duan Shui, which can cut off flowing water with the energy of the sword. He also uses a sword. Although the level is much lower, Xu Zixiao has great knowledge about swords.
It can be seen at a glance that this is the secret skill of a god-level swordsman - Zhan Kong.
One sword cut, and the sky was broken.
Under the stands not far away, Cang Shanxue raised her hand and took off the long bow from her shoulder.
What kind of competition, what kind of rules, if the price is that the person is in danger, he will break all the rules with his arrows without mercy!
In the stands, Mingyue's clenched fists were clenched tightly.
Mo Li raised his head and stared at the sword that was cutting off his head. He turned his right wrist and raised the soul-chasing thorn in his hand.
Feeling the opponent's sword energy coming towards her face, she let out a sudden whistle, and a ball of silver energy burst out of her body, forming an almost substantial barrier of energy outside her body.
Sword, cut down.
Before the sword arrives, the wind has arrived.
puff!
The silver barrier was broken in response. Zhuoyang's sword slanted away from Mo Li's soul-chasing thorn, and slanted her long hair. At the same time, Mo Li's soul-chasing thorn had also been cut vertically, cutting towards
His robe.
She said that she hated people touching her hair, so he insisted on doing it.
He said he hated being disheveled, so she helped him undress.
When facing an evenly matched enemy, the simplest way is to make the opponent angry. When you are angry, you will be impulsive. When you are impulsive, you will lose your cool. If you lose your cool, you will easily reveal your flaws.
This is Mo Li's law, Zhuo Yang also heard someone say it.
The sword passed, the sword passed!
With two soft sounds, Mo Li's silver cloth belt tied his hair and Zhuo Yang's belt tied his robe were disconnected at the same time.
The two of them, back to back, a few steps apart, stopped.
Mo Li had a head full of silver hair, which fell down like a waterfall and spread over his shoulders. His long snow-like hair cast a silver glow in the sunlight.
That scene shocked so many people.
A few steps away, Zhuoyang's belt slipped off and his robe was loose, revealing the moon-white inner coat, looking slightly embarrassed.
Mo Li straightened up and Zhuo Yang, who didn't even look at him, spoke in an extremely frivolous tone.
"Master Zhuo, are you taking off your clothes in public?!"
What she said about hair just now was just a flaw in disguise. How could a woman like her care about a few black hairs?!
"Damn it!"
Zhuo Yang cursed lowly, turned and raised his sword, stabbing her straight in the back of the heart.
In a pair of dark eyes, it was still the same as before, like an ancient well without any microwaves.
What he just said about clothes and clothes was just a lie. How could a man like him care about his appearance and clothes?
It's just that she wanted him to be angry, so he went along with her wishes, but wanted to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.
Mo Li turned his head and looked back.
Hiss!
The band of the mask in the hair cracked softly, and the golden mask fell off the face.
At this time, Zhuo Yang's sword had reached the back of her heart, less than a foot away.
He caught the profile of her face from the corner of his eye, and his heart skipped a beat.
That forehead, that face, that beautiful nose line...
In a piece of silver, in a bright sun, the beauty seems to be indescribable.
Yiru, dreaming back thousands of times.
His murderous intention was endlessly dissipated.
The silver light flashed in Mo Li's left hand, and the spear thrust out. At the same time, he raised his right hand, caught the falling mask in the air, and covered his face again.