Under the moonlight, in the snowy valley, two men looked across the valley.
After a moment of silence, Mingyue spoke first, "Are you Zhuoyang?!"
"It's me!" Zhuo Yang replied.
Mingyue's eyes turned cold, "You shouldn't have come!"
"Why?!" Zhuo Yang asked.
"When you come here, you will never have the chance to compete with me on the battlefield!" Mingyue said lightly, with a very plain tone, but full of confidence and arrogance.
Mingyue admired the military advisor who appeared in Wulan, so she wanted to compete with him on the battlefield. However, he injured Mo Li on the stage that day, and anyone who hurt Mo Li would die.
!
Therefore, Mingyue said that Zhuo Yang had no chance to compete with him on the battlefield.
Because Zhuoyang met him, he will die tonight!
Zhuo Yang is very smart, so he heard the subtext of Mingyue.
"Do you think you can kill me?!" he asked, his tone full of unruly and unruly.
"As long as I want, I can!" Mingyue said.
His tone was still calm, but he exuded absolute confidence.
As long as he wants to do something, he can definitely do it, no matter what it is, no matter who he kills, it's that simple!
"As long as I don't want to die, no one can kill me!" Zhuo Yang said tit for tat.
He also admired the bright moon, always keeping a low profile and keeping a low profile. Once he made a move, it would be earth-shattering.
In Zhuo Yang's mind, Mingyue is also an opponent worthy of his attention. However, as a man, Zhuo Yang also has his own pride, especially the man in front of him, who has a close relationship with him.
"Then try it!"
Raising his hand, he calmly took out the long sword from the storage ring. It was the Mo sword he had used when fighting Li Qiye in the ring.
Under the moonlight, the blade of the sword is as dark as night, as if it has drawn out the darkest depths, and there is a chill in the depth.
"good!"
Mingyue's eyes showed some excitement.
He slowly bent over and placed the snowball in his hand on the clean snow beside him. In a flash, he had disappeared from the spot.
A golden light gun silently pierced out from less than a foot in front of Zhuo Yang and went straight to his chest.
That's Mingyue's gun!
Zhuo Yang turned sideways, picked up his sword, and passed his gun. The tip of the sword tilted his arm.
Mingyue's figure appeared silently in front of his sword, and withdrew the spear, turning the stab into a sweep. The golden light spear drew an arc-shaped afterimage in mid-air and swept towards Zhuo Yang's waist.
The long sword grazed the body of his gun, Zhuo Yang spread his wings slightly, and he rose from the ground, bringing up a piece of snow dust. The light gun swept past and knocked all the snow dust away.
Turning over and facing down, Zhuoyang's long sword swung downwards. An ink-colored long sword instantly turned into a black sword shadow, like a black cage that completely enveloped the bright moon.
Mingyue turned a blind eye and just raised the spear and thrust it straight upward.
bite!
The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword met each other in the air, making a crisp sound.
"good!"
Zhuo Yang praised lightly.
In the black sword shadow, I was prepared to recognize the real sword. Mingyue was indeed worthy of this good word.
Spears and swords are separated at the touch of a touch.
Mingyue stepped forward and stabbed again. The wings on Zhuoyang's side fluttered sharply, and his body flew straight up towards the sky.
The two of them rushed into the air together, and their guns and swords struck each other more than ten times in an instant, and the sound of the strikes was almost continuous.
With a false step in the air, Ming Yue's body instantly rose up, the spear in her hand opened and closed, and a golden light wrapped in it drew a golden arc in the air.