"It's so majestic." Meng Fuyao muttered, "I know you are Zhan Beiye... Hey, who is Zhan Beiye?"
Yao Xun had already lost his previous composure, and shrank behind the tree with trembling lips, "The devil is chasing after him..."
Yuan Zhaoxu's gaze flickered, and he suddenly took out two human skin masks from his bosom, and put one on each for himself and Meng Fuyao.
Facing Meng Fuyao's suspicious gaze, Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyebrows, "You don't want to be followed by a difficult guy, do you?"
Meng Fuyao straightened his face in a hurry, and as soon as he raised his hand, he felt a sharp sword-like stare directly towards him, piercing like a nail, which shocked people. There was a flash of light, and a gust of wind pierced the night, rushing straight towards the three of them like thunder.
Meng Fuyao slapped Yao Xun down with a clap.
Yao Xun fell to the ground, and the black light was approaching. In the floating light, there was vaguely an iron-black long spear with the blade tip removed. The spear was filled with true energy and vigorous, and it brought a gust of wind from a distance. It didn't shoot directly, but It hit the head and covered the face, sweeping the three of them.
Such an arrogant style of play!
Meng Fuyao rushed forward, drew his sword horizontally, and wanted to fly the spear away with four or two strokes of skill, but before he rushed forward, the strong wind from the spear had already blown her long hair like a flag, and she couldn't even open her eyes. Open, Meng Fuyao immediately closed his eyes, still refusing to dodge, the long sword also ruthlessly swept towards him.
With a clanging sound, sparks splashed in the darkness, and a person in the sparks laughed long, the laughter was cold and intense, "Who dares to learn from me?" The sound came to people, and the black clothes rolled up like a dragon, and flew like an arrow.
Meng Fuyao collided with the spear, and the fierce breath from the spear immediately rushed into her chest like a torrential wave, her chest was suffocated, she stepped back several steps, unable to breathe, her limbs immediately became sore, how could she hold it up? She could bear the sword, but the opponent was approaching menacingly, she was startled, but she heard a low laugh, the light purple robe flashed, and Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly floated out.
That's the real floating, Meng Fuyao has never seen such a nimble and elegant movement, like a nine-day fairy dancing in the sky, graceful and unspeakable, but it's not like ordinary good-looking moves that can't guarantee the speed, but fast enough to catch up with the light Liao Dian, as if the light of a star thousands of light years away came to his eyes in an instant, he was still ten feet away just now, and with a movement of his body, he was in front of Zhan Beiye.
He turned with one hand, with a smooth arc, the silver light lit up in the air immediately, and the snowy light was like a blizzard, covering Zhan Beiye who was coming like a black whirlwind, Zhan Beiye suddenly raised his head, like that In the bright sword light, his eyes were still frighteningly bright, like the first rising star in the far western sky, scorching like fire.
"good!"
Zhan Beiye's tone was full of excitement of meeting his opponent. With a cross-arm move, the spear flew back into his palm. With a flick of his hand, the sharp tip of the spear was already installed. The ten thousand pieces of snow collided together.
"boom!"
The air seemed to be slightly exploded by the shock, and the thousands of snow lights flew, splashed, and hit the surrounding trees, and there were countless small deep pits immediately, and an invisible qi swished like the ground. The dragon flew close to the ground. Wherever it passed, the turf exploded, the mud splashed everywhere, and a deep ditch appeared on the ground as if it had been plowed by a giant sword.
After a while, the broken snow rested, and the gun was quiet.
Yuan Zhaoxu, who was within the range covered by the snow light, did not retreat at all, and stood on the tip of a branch with a smile. Even though the wind was violent, he and the branch under his feet did not move at all.
Zhan Beiye dragged his spear and stood proudly under the tree, and the mud dust that was blown up by the stellar energy did not touch him.
Standing a few feet away, Meng Fuyao was thinking about the move just now with her eyes straight. She had always felt that the fourth layer of "Broken Nine Heavens" she broke through with Yuan Zhaoxu's power was always a bit vain to use. She knew that it was because borrowing strength was not as solid as self-training, and she had been troubled all the time, but now it seemed that because of the move made by the strong man against the enemy tonight, she suddenly saw the exit revealed by Shuguang, which was round, bright, domineering, But the shot can be retracted freely, isn't it the true meaning of the fourth level of "circle"
She was thinking in a daze, and when her mind moved, the whole body's true energy had automatically started to flow along the meridians. She was in a half-sedated state, and she vaguely heard Zhan Beiye laughing, "Okay, happy! Fight again!"
Meng Fuyao was startled, and quickly focused on observing again, but suddenly felt the wind around her tighten, and her eyes went dark, as if something was passing by extremely fast, she could even feel a faint scent of rosin passing by when she rubbed her shoulders. After a while, something soft and slippery brushed his cheeks, making him cool like silk.
Someone passed by? So fast? Is it a human or a ghost
Subconsciously, Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was empty. The other person was like a ghost, strange and mysterious. When he turned around, he was already in front of Zhan Beiye, and Meng Fuyao vaguely heard a word, "Let's go!"
In the next moment, the man had already made ten moves to Zhan Beiye who turned around suddenly when he heard the movement.
Meng Fuyao opened his mouth wide, looking at the man's movement that was more nimble and quicker than Yao Xun, so fast that it seemed that the whole forest was covered by him, and his whole body turned into a wisp of smoke and mist, everywhere but also everywhere , he didn't need to hold the sword at all, an extremely thin and extremely long sword with a strange shape was always horizontally below his elbow, only a half-inch long black sword tip was exposed at the end of the elbow, and his figure as he walked was like a poisonous snake Constantly hesitating, he doesn't use any slashing and closing moves at all, all the moves are within an inch of the elbow, and all the killers are done by close body, pointing, poking, stabbing, scraping, flowing, fierce and incomparable .
Zhan Beiye didn't seem to be used to this weird style of play for a while, and the spear lost its effect after being hit close by someone. Almost in an instant, the faint black shadow rushed forward brazenly, passing by Zhan Beiye , a light flashed at the bottom of the elbow.
Bloody, splash.
Dark red blood flew into the dark woods, making people's eyes red.
But Zhan Beiye's eyes became brighter, his eyes ignited raging fire, he suddenly slashed out with a palm, the violent palm wind made the man dare not take it hard, he took three steps back, Zhan Beiye waved his arms during this retreat , the spear was thrown far away, nailed to the ground with a snatching sound, three feet into the ground, Zhan Beiye slowly licked the blood on his arm amidst the buzzing vibration, suddenly calmed down, and smiled, "Taiyuan is crouching tiger!" Hidden Dragon!"
Before the smile was over, the shouting started again, this time no weapons were used, Zhan Beiye used his body as a sword, and Cyclonus got involved!
With a cry, Yuan Zhaoxu flew down from the tree branch, scanned left and right, dragged away the two people who were dazzled by the fight, Meng Fuyao was still not reconciled, and looked back frequently, "Why are you doing it?"
"Didn't they tell you to leave? Are you still here?"
"It's a wonderful match, it's a pity to miss it, Yuan Zhaoxu, don't stop me, I'll watch it again, maybe my kung fu will make great progress."
Yuan Zhaoxu didn't refute, and stretched out his hand with a smile, as if to caress Meng Fuyao, and Meng Fuyao turned his head immediately.
Yuan Zhaoxu then answered, "If you stay longer, it will be troublesome to wait for Zhan Beiye to withdraw. Don't think that if An Mei hurts Zhan Beiye, he will win. He doesn't know that person. The more frustrated Zhan Beiye becomes, the more courageous he becomes. Seeing blood, they will fight to the death, An Mei won't be able to please him tonight."
"You know..." Meng Fuyao muttered in dissatisfaction, and halfway through speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said in astonishment, "Dark Charm? That's Dark Charm? The world's number one bloodthirsty killer? He's here?"
Yuan Zhaoxu looked back slightly, suddenly something strange appeared in his eyes, and after a long while, he said softly, "The one who should come, has already come..."