Yue Wushang laughed and pulled out the black jade sword with his backhand: "Okay! No one will bother you this time, then let's fight to the death!"
Yun Hua made a move with his hand, and a long sword with cold light and glazed glass appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The bodies are together, the sword is held across the chest: "Okay!" [
The two of them were in the air without any unnecessary nonsense. Before they even took action, the surroundings were already surging.
The moon also hid in the clouds as if it was afraid of being affected.
Yue Ziying didn't understand why Yue Wushang suddenly ran into a fight when the fish he grilled was so good?
She naturally knew Yun Hua's skills, but she felt uneasy in her heart.
In the past six months, Yue Wushang had been drunk every day, and his kung fu must have become a lot rusty. I wonder if he is still Yun Hua's opponent...
Before the two people started making moves, she was already sweating nervously.
Although Lechi looked calm and composed, he was also worried.
Yue Wushang was smiling, his smile was alluring. He always loved to laugh. He would laugh when he was happy, he would laugh when he was angry, and when he was extremely angry, he would smile even more brilliantly.
Whether it's a vicious smile, an arrogant smile, or a proud smile, he is always smiling no matter what.
Different smiles show his different styles and moods.
At this moment, he was smiling brilliantly.
A pair of eyes flashed with an inexplicable, bloodthirsty excitement.
It seems that after holding it in for too long, I finally found a punching bag!
However, Yun Hua still had a calm and indifferent expression on his face, his eyes were neither happy nor worried, and there was no emotion at all.
She is dressed in a plain white robe, simple and clean, and her black hair is like a waterfall, hanging casually, hanging like satin, smooth as water, and not messy at all.
His grace is far above the nine heavens, holy, cold, and spotless.
It always awes people, and even looking at it feels like blasphemy.