Chapter 94: We are the same kind and rivals in love
The two fought at a very fast pace, both using their own unique skills.
Swords come and go, swords strike each other, swords flash and shadows appear.
The sword light, sword light, and the surrounding bamboo forest and trees were all destroyed and shattered by the energy wave generated by the collision between the two of them.
Everything in the bamboo forest was destroyed beyond recognition.
Tong Qianli's long knife, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, quickly bit Yun Mo's throat.
"Ding dong!"
There was another sound of metal colliding, and the two of them stepped back at the same time.
"Haha... That's really good. You, Yun Mo, are the only one who can push me to this point!" Tong Qianli looked at his palm that was cut by Yun Mo, and a trace of ferocity flashed across his face.
With murderous intent, Tong Qianli moved and attacked Yunmo again.
"Then I'm really scared."
Tong Qianli's attack was very fierce. Every time she waved the long knife in her hand, it would bring up a chaotic wind. The branches in the bamboo forest were blown off by the strong wind and fell to the ground.
The long knife in her hand was like a giant python, rushing towards Yunmo with fierce wind.
Yun Mo looked at her long knife with sharp eyes.
The Yama Sword in his hand also waved.
"Zheng~"
There was another violent collision.
The two of them walked backwards again.
The two stopped attacking, and Tong Qianli glanced at Yun Mo, with a serious expression in his blood-red eyes.
Yun Mo's strength was actually much stronger than she imagined.
Although he didn't take the initiative to attack, Yun Mo was able to defend against every knife she threw, and was still able to counterattack.
Moreover, I learned from the intelligence from the Fools that this person also has an unpredictable form. This person is really extremely dangerous.
Yun Mo held the Yan Demon Sword tightly in his hand. The blood on his arm dripped along the Yan Demon Sword and fell to the ground. The blood was flowing, but he didn't know it.
Ever since he devoured the Demon God and unlocked his demonic transformation, Yun Mo could feel a violent aura spreading across his body every time he fought, as if it was eroding all his sanity.
Sure enough, as the general said, power is a whirlpool that can turn a normal person into a devil or a murderous beast. This feeling is indeed a bit frightening.
Yun Mo's eyes were as bright as fire. He glanced at his chopped left arm and frowned slightly.
He looked down at his shoulder that had been penetrated. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the wound. Blood dripped from his fingers to the ground. The soil on the ground was already soaked with blood.
"Yunmo, since you're here, why don't you show your sincerity?" Tong Qianli narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yun Mo sneered and looked at Tong Qianli, waving the Yan Demon Sword gently in his hand, and a cloud of black energy lingered in the Yan Demon Sword.
Yun Mo's aura suddenly increased.
The Yan Mo Sword in Yun Mo's hand also bloomed with black light that seemed to be able to swallow the stars. There was a chilling aura in the black light.
When Tong Qianli saw the black light emitting from the Yan Mo Sword in Yun Mo's hand, she laughed strangely: "My blood is boiling!"
The long knife in Tong Qianli's hand burst out with a blood-red light that was like substance. The long knife in her hand made a harsh buzzing sound in the air, making bursts of buzzing sounds, as if a wild beast was roaring.
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The long knife in Tong Qianli's hand suddenly swung up and slashed at Yun Mo.
A bloody sword light shone across the sky, roaring towards Yunmo.
This time, the power contained in the sword light was several times more powerful than before, and even more terrifying and frightening than before.
This bloody sword light carries a strong evil spirit and smells of death, and seems to be able to corrode all objects.
Tong Qianli looked at the sword in his hand, with a strange sneer on his lips: "Yunmo, let's die here, Dao's wife doesn't need a second martial arts genius! The general doesn't need a second sparring partner, so you go
Die!"
Yun Mo watched the sword light roaring towards him, and the expression on his face became very calm.
Why did he become a love rival? But I'm not afraid.
The Yama Sword has been sheathed, and the black light that swallows the starry sky is covered by the silver-white scabbard.
He raised his right hand and pressed gently towards the handle of the knife.
On Yun Mo's right hand, a crystal clear bead on the sword tassel shimmered with colorful light under the candlelight.
Yun Mo's hand pressed on the handle of the knife.
"Zheng~"
There was another crisp and harsh sound of a knife.
The Yan Mo Sword in Yun Mo's right hand suddenly buzzed, and a powerful and domineering aura instantly filled the air and enveloped Yun Mo.
The Yan Mo Sword in Yun Mo's hand exudes a powerful and harsh black cold light. The black cold light is like the breath of death transmitted from hell.
This is the sickle of death. Once it falls into hell, it will take away the lives of the living, the souls of the dead, and the pain and torture of the living.
The showdown between black and red became particularly splendid on this night.
The sword light almost swallowed up the entire Zhuyuan, but Yun Mo and Tong Qianli appeared unusually small in the powerful and brilliant sword light.
One black and one red, two rays of light, entangled with each other.
The two of them were fighting fiercely in mid-air, and from time to time, powerful waves of air struck all around them.
The already lively Kanding shrine became even more lively.
…
"Rumble"
Bursts of muffled thunder sounded at this moment.
"Wow!"
Raindrops as big as pea grains poured down.
Winter rain is coming.
The people who did not bring rain gear were soaked in the downpour by the downpour and ran around in the rain curtain in embarrassment.
"Ah, it's raining! It rains heavily in winter. There must be evil spirits coming out. Run, run!" An old man shouted while holding an umbrella and running wildly.
The old man had just finished speaking.
"boom"
A loud noise exploded in the sky.
"Boom!!!"
Another huge thunder sounded.
This loud noise caused the old man to stop and stumble, almost falling down.
"Oh my God, why is it raining again! My children are still visiting the temple fair on the street. Such a heavy rain will definitely get wet!!!" A middle-aged woman ran in the rain holding an umbrella.
With.
The loud noises woke up all the people in this town who were enjoying the winter temple fair. They put on their raincoats and ran home holding umbrellas.
And among the crowd, there was a man in black walking quickly. He was like a vigorous swimming fish, weaving in and out of the sea of people.
His steps were light and he moved quickly through the crowd without attracting anyone's attention or noticing him.
Even the rain never poured on him, and he was like a ghost, shuttling among the crowd.