Originally there was no wind around, but under the influence of these two people, a strong wind roared within a radius of ten feet.

All the snow on the ground flew up,

Under the agitation of the strange air, they danced wildly...

Feng Lingyan is good at martial arts. If she were an outsider at this moment, she would definitely stop and watch carefully, even if she couldn't drive him away with a whip.

After all, such a PK between two masters is rare to encounter once in hundreds of years. It would be a big loss not to watch it.[

Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape. After passing this village, there will be no store...

At this moment, they suddenly separated, four or five feet apart.

Although Fengjian Yueli's iceberg face had not changed for thousands of years, there was no other expression at the moment, but there was a hint of passion in her eyes.

He has been lonely for too long, and it is rare to meet a decent opponent...

His sword was already in his hand but not yet unsheathed.

And Gong Yanmo also put aside his usual laziness.

The ends of his narrow eyes were raised upward, and all the expressions on his handsome face disappeared in an instant, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, which was dangerous and cold.

His white robe was blown by the strong wind.

His eyes were fixed on Fengjian Yueli's sword: "Why - don't you draw the sword?"

Fengjian Yueli had no expression on her face and said coldly: "Didn't you draw your sword as well?"

Gong Yanmo burst out laughing: "You really don't want to take advantage of others. But -"

He narrowed his eyes and his voice suddenly turned cold: "Did anyone tell you that my advantage in martial arts is not swordsmanship?!"

At this moment, Gong Yanmo seemed to have changed into a different person, his body filled with a murderous aura that could not be looked directly at.
Chapter completed!