When Nangong Yi heard this, he felt that this voice was very familiar. It was light and slightly cold, and there was only Ling Mulao.

His eyes suddenly lit up, he stepped faster and flew over at a faster speed.

The plum blossoms are enchanting, and the air is getting denser and denser.

Ling Mulao was kissed domineeringly by Xuanyuan Moxie, and her heart suddenly became filled with anger. With a turn of her wrist, a sharp cold light immediately shot through the wind.

He raised the knife and dropped it without any hesitation. This was a sign of determination to kill.

Xuanyuan Moxie frowned, grabbed Ling Mulao's shoulder tightly with one hand, and quickly grabbed the dagger with the other.

Without using any internal force, the five fingers of flesh and blood tightly grasped the blade.

Blood gurgled from the palm of my hand, and drops splashed on the plum blossoms, making them redder and more enchanting.

"Ling Mulao, remember that you can never be Nangong Yi's in this life!" A cold voice sounded in her ears, like a curse.

"Get away!" Ling Mulao tightened his fingers and immediately pulled the dagger out of Xuanyuan Moxie's palm. Blood spattered and warm blood fell on his cheeks.

With her eyes wide open, Ling Mulao looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. This voice, this tone, who he was, and why it made her so scared, like...

Before my thoughts were completely condensed, suddenly I felt the wind rustling behind me and countless falling flowers flying up.

"Xuanyuan Moxie, take your life!" Looking at Ling Muchao, whose clothes were messy and whose arms were dripping with blood, Nangong Yi's face turned livid in an instant.

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword was unsheathed.

"Yi~" Ling Murao suddenly turned around, and the aqua blue body flashed past his eyes. That cold and bloodthirsty face was none other than Nangong Yi.

There is no mistake, this time it must not be an illusion, because the coldness around Nangong Yi is something that cannot be formed by any illusion.

The cold light flashed, and even the mist split open under the sharp sword blade.

Nangong Yi held the hilt of the sword tightly with his five fingers. This sword was sharper than ever, almost using up all his strength.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and a smile slowly spread between Xuanyuan Moxie's brows. It was not a gentle smile, but it was not cold either, but a very strange smile.

It looks like a smile but not a smile, but it has its own horror.

Facing the edge of the sword, he quickly retreated, waving his long sleeves, and blasts of murderous wind blades shot through the wind.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the sound of wind blades colliding, the two people could not be seen in the thick fog.

"Master, are you okay?" The spirit duck flapped its wings and quickly landed on Ling Mulao's shoulder, its round eyes staring straight at the wound.

"It's okay, I just stabbed it myself!" Perhaps because of the poisonous gas released from the blood, Ling Mulao at this moment was no longer as confused as before.

"So stupid!" When Lingya heard this, he looked completely shocked, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world.

Ling Mulao: "..."

Suddenly she felt like she had been struck by lightning and was scorched inside and outside, but at this moment she had no time to fight with Lingya because she didn't know if the two men would fight to the death.

Naturally, Ling Mulao didn't want to care about Xuanyuan Moye's life and death, but Nangong Yi didn't.

Now it seems that Xuanyuan Moye's martial arts is better than Nangong Yi's, and he is the one who suffers from such a tough fight. Moreover, they don't know where they are now. They are rebelling in their own nests at this moment. It is estimated that no one can leave.

go out.
Chapter completed!