In the blink of an eye, Xie Junhe stood beside her again. Leng Fengyi glanced at the place where Xie Junhe was standing just now. Under the moonlight, there was only white gray sand everywhere. It was not snow, but its power was more shocking than snow.

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No matter how powerful the Lihua Sword is, these holy envoys in white can no longer harm others. Xie Jun and Yang Tian smiled calmly.

The green neon clothes fell gracefully, like a fairy descending. Leng Fengyi half-hidden a proud smile that was isolated from the world of mortals, and lowered her eyebrows at the immobile body at her feet. The white-clothed holy envoys in front of her had all disappeared in the dark night.

Dead silence, except for Mo Yang's withered posture holding the broken sword - but also the despair of dying.

"Sure enough, women are not to be messed with." Xie Junhe joked one after another.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Mo Yang's copper mask swooping ferociously in front of her eyes, and a violent gust of wind swept over her. She was instantly stunned by the air flow. In a daze, Mo Yang's broken sword was almost strangling her throat.

I originally thought that this man should be captured easily, but unexpectedly, even though there was only a broken sword left, he still refused to die. What was coming towards me was clearly blazing hatred!

Is there no way out?

In the midst of panic, he heard the "clanging" sound of swords in his ears. The sharp edge of the broken sword passed through the broken sword and struck several times in succession. Xie Junhe's mouth was filled with murderous intent. The continuous attacks were really like the force of thunder.

The pressure was so intense that Mo Yang didn't even have a chance to parry, and could only huddle behind the broken blade, lingering for breath.

After all, such a blow was needed. Mo Yang only focused on receiving the blow, but a fatal gap had already leaked behind him.

Leng Fengyi raised her sword and stabbed the poor figure straight in the back.

The copper mask slipped from Mo Yang's face, and the tip of Xie Junhe's sword picked off Mo Yang's disguise, revealing his face that was distorted like a rotting corpse due to martial arts practice. There was already a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He smiled wildly again.

He couldn't hide the deep loneliness between his eyebrows. Maybe he didn't expect that he didn't die by Xie Junhe's sword.

Leng Fengyi's sword had penetrated his chest from the back, and dark red blood was dripping silently along the blood groove. The beauty's extraordinarily pale face looked a bit strange because of the color of the blood. When he raised the sword, blood splashed,

Soaked in green neon clothes, Mo Yang's hands protected his heart, and he knelt down with difficulty, using the broken blade to support his body.

"It's your own fault..." He opened his lips and faced Xie Junhe, still smiling unruly.

Xie Junhe looked at the blood in Leng Fengyi's hand and clearly felt breathless and depressed.

"Unexpectedly, junior brother has achieved great success now... What's more, unexpectedly, he didn't die under the sword of junior brother..." He rambled on, completely losing his decisiveness during the war, as if his blood had drained away, and his spirit had also been drained away.

Already...

"It is better to eliminate the root cause of trouble than to raise a tiger." Leng Fengyi pointed out Xie Junhe's thoughts - she was willing to take off the opponent's bronze mask, but was unwilling to hurt his life. This behavior was definitely not like that of a former killer. He was also a killer.

A swordsman shouldn't be irrational.

Xie Junhe lowered his head, his eyes darkened, and stood with his sword behind his back.

"Brother Mo..." The melancholy call seemed to come from time and space - at that time, he was still the thinnest disciple of the Vampire Ghost Hall. At that time, Mo Yang's eyebrows were not yet stained with deadly murderous intent, but were as simple as sunshine.

At that time, Xie Junhe was full of violence and killed people just for a glass of wine. Who would have thought that a few years later, the fate of the two would actually cross to the opposite extreme!
Chapter completed!