"If you don't have fighting training with Miss Huang, will Miss Nangong still have to fight with Murong Xiamo?"
Murong Xia Mo's eyes flashed with cold light, and she stared at Nangong Feihong, as if looking at an ant under her feet: "Could it be that Miss Nangong's skills have reached perfection, and she doesn't need Xia Mo's guidance, so she specially looks towards Xia Mo
Do you want to challenge?"
Nangong Feihong was shocked. Nangong Yueyao couldn't handle it by herself. If she were to fight with Murong Xiamo, she would have no chance of winning. So Nangong Feihong didn't care about her face and hurriedly smiled and said: "Master Xia Mo, what are you talking about?"
, How dare Feihong be disrespectful to the master. It’s Feihong who doesn’t know how to praise, I hope the master won’t be blamed.”
Murong Xiamo said coldly "Humph" again and said no more. He signaled Nangong Yueyao to start, then sat under the shade of a tree and watched the two people compete with real swords.
Nangong Feihong thought of the last time she and Nangong Yueyao were fighting for training, and how her body felt sore after the two of them fought. She couldn't help but feel a little timid, and her eyes shone with fear.
And in this section, Nangong Yueyao's eyes that were blocked by the sword couldn't help but look up evilly, with a little bit of coldness and playfulness, Nangong Feihong, do you think that this time it's just pain? Then you are too naive.
Well, anyone who dares to take away my life, Nangong Yueyao, still wants to live a good life is just a dream! I, Nangong Yueyao, will definitely make you worse than death and completely regret coming to this world.
Thinking about it, Nangong Yueyao couldn't help licking her lips, feeling the joy of chasing prey emerging from the bottom of her heart. That's right, chasing prey. This can be seen as revenge, or it can be seen as
It was a purely one-sided torture and killing. What does it matter? In the end, the outcome of the prey is the same.
Nangong Feihong couldn't help but feel a chill in her body, and she always felt like she had a bad premonition. This kind of fear and worry haunted her, making her more and more at a loss.
Finally, she couldn't bear the chill that came from the bottom of her heart. So Nangong Feihong took the lead in shouting and rushed towards Nangong Yueyao.
Nangong Yueyao looked at Nangong Feihong, whose eyes were flashing with fear and worry, and couldn't help but feel a little funny. My little prey, do you also have a premonition of your tragic fate in the future? So, are you starting to be afraid? Haha...
...Don't be afraid, because no matter you are afraid or not, I will never let you go.
As soon as the long sword was blocked, the sword in Nangong Yueyao's hand intercepted the long sword that Nangong Feihong had poured all his strength into. Then a sword flower was pulled over. Nangong Feihong's body couldn't help but lean forward. Nangong Yueyao took advantage of the situation and took the sword in his hand.
As soon as the long sword was sent out, it hit Nangong Feihong on the back with a "snap".
The soft long swords lined up on his body, but they were not light at all. Nangong Feihong felt that his whole body suddenly went soft and he suddenly lost his strength.
However, an unexpected scene occurred. The long sword in Nangong Feihong's hand became unstable, and he fell to the ground before Nangong Feihong. And the weak Nangong Feihong unpreparedly sent his face to the person who had not yet stabilized on the ground.
On the edge of the long sword...
"Ah!" Nangong Feihong, who had regained his strength, couldn't help but let out a long roar, covering his face in severe pain, and looking at Nangong Yueyao with eyes full of resentment.