Masters exchange moves and travel thousands of miles in an instant.
When Zhuo Yang lost his mind, the silver spear had already arrived in front of him.
At this time, the Zhuoyang people were already in mid-air, and it was impossible to retreat temporarily, because the spear was longer than the sword. Although Mo Li struck from behind, he found an advantage in the weapon.
Zhuo Yang's sword was still half a foot away from the back of her heart, and the tip of her spear had already pierced his chest.
A strong man is a strong man after all, and the instinct to protect himself burst out in an instant. Zhuo Yang suddenly raised his right hand, grabbed the tip of the spear, and the spear turned into a thorn, wrapped in a piece of silver light and slashed towards Mo Li's spear.
Bah!
There was a soft sound, which was the sound of the tip of the gun piercing the silk.
After ten days of practicing only one move of the carbine, Mo Li dared to know that this blow was her only chance. If she wanted to win, she had to succeed with this shot.
Therefore, she had already used all her strength with this shot.
The infuriating energy of the first-level god level coupled with the domineering power of the Tianhu clan, the force of this spear is beyond the limit. Since Zhuoyang has reached the middle level of the god-level martial arts, it is impossible to block it with just one hand.
live.
The tip of the spear pierced his brocade clothes and went straight into the skin of his left chest and heart. The position was extremely precise.
If this spear hits the heart, Zhuo Yang will definitely die.
Bang!
The spear sharply slashed at the body of the gun, and the silver spear made of hardened cold iron stone broke with the sound.
The gun was broken, and Mo Li's strength was also interrupted. The tip of the gun stopped dangerously less than half an inch away from Zhuo Yang's heart.
Taking two steps back, Zhuo Yang held the tip of the spear piercing his body with his left hand, and the sword in his right hand hung slightly.
Looking at her, he stood there blankly, "Are you Mo Li?!"
It's really ridiculous that she wants to use this method to confuse her mind!
"Who is Mo Li!"
Li Qiye sneered and moved slightly. The man was already flying up, and the remaining half of the spear in his hand was unceremoniously swept towards his face.
Looking at the pair of silver eyes full of murderous intent behind her mask, the joy in Zhuo Yang's heart instantly turned into a chill.
That person is already dead, how could he still be alive?!
How stupid is he to think that the young man in front of him is her?!
Seeing the opponent's spear coming, Zhuo Yang immediately raised his sword to meet him.
The gun and the sword met hard.
There was a muffled sound, and countless streams of silver and white air flowed out from where the gun and sword met. From a distance, it looked like a huge silver firework blooming on a high platform.
However, these fireworks are not only beautiful, but also dangerous.
The bodies of the two people separated instantly.
Click!
The high platform shattered in response, and numerous cracks instantly appeared in the thick cedar wood. The thick wooden stakes held by the two men shattered into pieces, turning into countless wood chips and flying away.
The stands were also affected, with tables and chairs tilted and sliding downwards.
"Your Majesty the Crown Prince!"
Nangong Xiao shouted and stood in front of Ming Yue, trying to catch Ming Yue. On the side, Ming Che naturally raised his palm and released a water barrier to protect his brother.
Then, Nangong Xiao took a chance. Mingche only saw a flash of shadow in front of his eyes, and his brother was gone.
Amidst the sawdust and smoke, and the screams of the spectators, Mo Li and Zhuo Yang fell respectively.
Li Qiye held the mask with one hand and held half of the silver gun in the other hand, which landed on a wooden pillar that had been lucky enough to escape.
The blow just now had cracked her tiger's mouth, and blood was dripping down the seams between her fingers, staining the spear with streaks of blood.
In the corner of the high platform diagonally opposite, Zhuoyang held the tip of the gun on his chest with one hand and held the long sword tightly with the other hand. He fell on a shaky wooden post. The wooden post was already shaky, and coupled with his gravity, it could no longer bear it.
, it cracked open with a click, and Zhuo Yang fell downwards with a piece of exploding sawdust.