The weapon that has accompanied him for many years, although its appearance is not as gorgeous as Dong Ziyan's purple sword, but its power...
Qianmo Qingcheng's frost-like face was even more cold as he heard.
Dong Ziyan's words, he sounded very upset! Very unpleasant! But for Luo Xue's sake, he couldn't say anything now.
Some people don't give her some color, she will always feel that she is unique.
The tip of the sword pointed horizontally, but Dong Ziyan's long sword waved, and pointed at Yun Luoxue who was less than five meters away from her: "Little girl, make a move."
Yun Luoxue's eyebrows flicked across the corners of her eyes, and she didn't speak or move!
Dong Ziyan was short-tempered, but Yun Luoxue refused to listen to her, so she had no choice but to make a move by herself.
Originally, I wanted Yun Luoxue to make a move first, and then play a few tricks with her. I was embarrassed by beating her, and gave her a bit of color. It would not be much better for Qianmo Qingcheng to protect Yun Luoxue Say what.
After all, the sword doesn't have eyes long, and it's normal to be stabbed with a wound.
Unexpectedly, Yun Luoxue was more calm than her, she just stood still and didn't make a move.
The harmed Dong Ziyan had an impatient temperament, and it was even more frizzy.
The long sword was swung, mercilessly, and he was brutal and brutal.
Yun Luoxue's dagger was also handy.
Dong Ziyan's strength is stronger than her, but at the beginning, the strength of the two sides will not be much different.
But Dong Ziyan was so anxious that she hadn't cared about Qianmo Qingcheng watching. She was angry now when she saw Yun Luoxue, thinking of teaching her, her action naturally became a little bit harsher.
All of them are full of aura, vowing to knock Yun Luoxue down.
Yun Luoxue already possessed the martial arts and skills of the king of mercenaries in the 21st century, and naturally he was a little faster than Dong Ziyan.
Therefore, it was originally a match between two people with a little difference in strength. Now because Yun Luoxue's martial arts routines are not owned by this world at all, with strengths and weaknesses, the gap is not so obvious.
Aura scattered, Dong Ziyan's long sword pierced Yunluo Xue's heart.
Yun Luoxue's figure is like a white butterfly, deflecting and dancing, avoiding Dong Ziyan's tricks. No one can do it, but another one.
With five fingers formed into claws, he sacrificed the purple long sword in mid-air, and Dong Ziyan screamed: "Tie—" The purple halo filled the entire sword body, and the stream of light swirled on the sword body.
Suddenly, as Dong Ziyan spit out a word, the purple sword body seemed to have heard a silent command.
The purple streamer on the sword was like a purple ribbon, sweeping towards Yun Luoxue.
Yun Luoxue's figure had long been standing still, but she didn't have the place to sit and wait for the beating.
While Dong Ziyan was offering the purple long sword, the scarlet black short sword in Yun Luoxue's hand also grew as long as the wind hit the wind, reaching the size of the purple long sword.
The scarlet sword had a murderous aura, and the biting arrogance was directed at Dong Ziyan's purple smoke.
Yun Luoxue still has a word that is cold and without temperature: "Broken" is gorgeous to monotonous, and purple is to red.
In an instant, the light was brilliant.
Purple is entangled with red, and red is entangled with purple.
The aperture surrounds the two people. In the halo, Qianmo Qingcheng was on the sidelines, completely unable to see the situation of the two people in the halo.
Unable to help, his heart began to lift up, for fear of Yun Luoxue's shortcomings.
He knew that Yi Yun Luoxue's strength seemed to be no match for Dong Ziyan...