The dark night is the best cover for the black sword, not to mention that Uncle Ming's assassination method is the best in the world. The sword light perfectly melts into the night sky, brushing through the floating white snow, and not facing the back of Dongfang Changsheng.

A long sword blocked in the air, but Dongfang Changsheng's arm was slanted behind and his wrist twisted, and he slowed down the black knife's slash. When the black knife shook the Sunflower Sword, Dongfang Changsheng had moved horizontally to the right, causing Uncle Ming to rush into the air.

Uncle Ming escaped in the void again, this time it was above Dongfang Changsheng's head. The sword light flashed in a flash, but it triggered Dongfang Changsheng's sword energy light shield that was released to the three-foot.

The sunflower was spinning slowly, and the petals opened and closed. Uncle Ming's sword technique slowed down greatly. Dongfang Changsheng snorted coldly, and the sunflower sword stabbed out quickly. At the same time, his left hand bent his finger and bounced continuously, and the sword energy rushed towards his opponent frantically.

A painted black sword light enveloped Uncle Ming, shattering the petals. Uncle Ming slashed with a knife, taking advantage of Dongfang Changsheng's serious injury, and indeed divided the sword energy craze into two.

Just as he was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue, a golden light suddenly appeared on the right side, and the Buddha shadows were heavy, but Master Jingxin used the Tian Buddha's hand to attack. If Uncle Ming did not change his moves, he would certainly be able to severely damage Dongfang Changsheng, but he would also be injured.

In desperation, he had no choice but to dodge.

With such delays, those powerful auras were approaching here. I knew that staying would become the target, so Uncle Ming quickly turned into a shadow and escaped into the vast night sky.

Master Jingxin said, "No wonder the Ancient Night Pavilion is so difficult to deal with when looking at this elusive ability."

If you are not prepared, neither Master Jingxin nor Dongfang Changsheng will be absolutely sure to avoid the opponent's sneak attack.

In other words, the entire world can completely block the opponent's sneak attack, and there will be no more than two hands.

Inevitably, the two remembered Zhuo Mufeng again. After three consecutive games and their skills were exhausted, Zhuo Mufeng was able to avoid the sneak attack of the man in black. This fact is so admirable.

Brush brush.

Three figures fell on the scene, namely the Bahrain master of Tantric Buddhism, Nangong Xin of the Nangong family, and Tang Zhao, the lord of the Shura Palace.

Looking at the devastated scene, seeing Dongfang Changsheng and the other two were injured, Nangong Xin's pupils shrank and he asked anxiously, "You met Yan Yiqing."

On the way here before, Nangong Xin was very lucky and happened to face Yan Yiqing. Fortunately, Master Balin and Tang Zhao were assisted at that time. Yan Yiqing was worried that the three of them would accidentally hurt the people in the city. She couldn't let go, so the three of them successfully escaped.

Thinking about it, the three of them are still scared. While talking, Nangong Xin couldn't help but cough a few times, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

"Yan Yiqing" Dongfang Changsheng and the other two looked at each other, Liuchen asked Nangong Xin and the other two, "Can you meet her and lose."

All six people were stunned, and were vaguely shocked by the opposite answers and expressions. Tang Zhao asked, "What the hell is going on? Could it be that Yan Yiqing injured you?"

Dongfang Changsheng had a dark face and did not answer. Liuchen was speechless. Master Jingxin sighed, clasped his hands together, and said with difficulty, "It was Zhuo Mufeng's hand."

"Zhuo Mufeng" Master Balin, Nangong Xin and Tang Zhao all spoke in unison, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Racing in the dark night, tapping the roof a few lightly along the way, it was a crossing dozens of feet. Zhuo Mufeng was so fast that he couldn't even see his figure clearly, and he deliberately avoided some powerful aura.

In the battle tonight, his greatest goal has been achieved. At the moment when he defeated Dongfang Changsheng, it was like two mountains moving away from his shoulders, making him feel relaxed. The breath that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time dissipated, and the whole world seemed to have become different.

Even at that moment, the martial arts realm, which had been in nowhere to make any progress, showed signs of looseness and was touched by him to the barrier of breakthrough.

Once the storm is lifted to the sky rain, Zhuo Mufeng's martial arts will be further improved. With great relief, Zhuo Mufeng laughed silently and let the snow seeds melt into his mouth.

I don’t know what happened to the other people, but no matter what, now he just wants to hug his sister in white and vent his excitement.

There is a restaurant in front of me. Under the archway, there is a woman in white clothes with snow standing. She just stood casually, making the city of wind and snow the snow the whole city her background. Lonely, silence, arrogant and cold, obviously disdain to show anything, but it makes the world pale.

Such a stunning woman

Zhuo Mufeng's heart beat, and a stream of cold air surged from his limbs throughout his body. With his current state, he might not even be able to beat Mengbang, Tuoye Zhen and others, and the threat the woman in white gave him was even above Dongfang Changsheng.

Zhuo Mufeng turned around without thinking and was about to avoid it from another direction, but a sharp and cold sword energy locked him from afar. As long as he moved half a step to the side, it would completely detonate.

After looking around, Zhuo Mufeng found that several powerful auras were approaching. From the distance, those people should not be able to sense him or the woman in white, and they were searching in the city.

If there is too much noise here, it will attract people.

Zhuo Mufeng sighed inwardly, and after landing, he slowly walked towards the archway, taking this opportunity to gather his skills little by little. The woman in white just looked at him calmly, without any stopping, and had no intention of taking action.

When the two sides were twenty steps apart, Zhuo Mufeng finally stopped and smiled and said, "Miss Snow, long time no see, you are getting more and more beautiful."

This woman in white was Dongfang Qianxue who abused him when he was in the Oriental Family, but also helped him break through the storm realm in disguise.

But what shocked Zhuo Mufeng was that this woman looked young and according to his knowledge back then, she was not a few years older than him. But when she saw her today, her breath seemed to be above the Dongfang Changsheng, which was simply incredible.

Dongfang Qianxue stared at Zhuo Mufeng, and her eyes made Zhuo Mufeng unable to understand. She nodded and said, "Martial arts have improved rapidly, exceeding my expectations."

Zhuo Mufeng smiled and said, "How can I get to Miss Snow?" This is not a flattery. If there is no external cheat, he would not be able to compare with others.

To be honest, there are countless geniuses in this world, but after all Zhuo Mufeng's life, he has never seen a martial arts genius who is more terrifying than the woman in front of him. Judging from his age alone, it seems that even the sister in white is slightly inferior to that in her sister.

Dongfang Qianxue "I have practiced for a few years more than you. If it is a fair contest, I am not sure to beat you." This sentence means that you are sure now.

This should have been a saying that doesn't take people seriously, but when it comes to the other party, it doesn't make people feel rampant at all, but it seems like it's just right.

This tone, this tone, this wonderful and strange feeling touched Zhuo Mufeng's thoughts, reminding him of an old friend who had never seen him for many years and had shared life and death.

Squeezing his thoughts, Zhuo Mufeng smiled and said, "Miss Xue, are you here to kill me? We are still acquaintances. You are even half of my teacher, so don't be so cruel."

Dongfang Qianxue's eyes fluctuated slightly, and some words touched her, saying, "It's not to kill you, but to compete with you to confirm what I have learned in my heart."

Zhuo Mufeng spread his hands, "Miss Snow has also seen it. I am seriously injured and I can't do anything about it. Why don't I leave you a contact address and we will make an appointment when we have time in the future."

Dongfang Qianxue shook her head, "It's better to hit the sun than choose a date."

Zhuo Mufeng said helplessly, "But I can't exert much skill in this way. Could it be that Miss Xue was afraid of losing to me, so she deliberately took action today."

Ignoring his inferior provocation method, Dongfang Qianxue said, "I can suppress my skills, and I will never let you suffer any loss."

It is useless to show off your good deeds and act well. Zhuo Mufeng was too lazy to hide it. He sneered, "Is it true that once you and I fight, people from all sides will come. Then everyone besieged me. How can I have my life to say it nicely to you? It's just that I want to hold me back. People from the Eastern Family are indeed birds of a feather."

Dongfang Qianxue said silently, and even had no fluctuations in her expression. She just reached out to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword bit by bit.

The wind is no longer cold, and the snow is pale, just because the sword force of the shallow snow in the east replaced the wind and snow. It was like a cold wave of sword energy, chaotic and disorderly, and rolled wildly like a tornado. The cold edge is like a knife, and the knife scrapes the bones. The white snow all over the ground suddenly appeared, crisscrossing black sword marks, three feet deep on the ground.

There was also a creaking friction sound in the air, but it was caused by the sword cutting Zhuo Mufeng's protective true energy. Clusters of golden Mars burst out, illuminating the entire 100-meter-long street.

The tourists from nearby restaurants were basically frightened by the movements in the city before, but there were always a few brave people who stayed there. When they saw the light in the sky, they all rushed to the window and saw a man and a woman standing on the long street. Their aura was so trembling that it was hard to describe.

As the sword was drawn out, the whole street seemed to be peeling off from the city. Zhuo Mufeng stared at Dongfang Qianxue. It was not that he deliberately let the other party accumulate momentum, but that he found that once he interrupted the other party, it would inevitably bring about a more terrifying rebound.

The other party seems to have accumulated momentum and is flawed everywhere, but in fact there is no flaw. Every pause or even a subtle change in the sword drawing is almost impeccable.

Even when facing Dongfang Changsheng and Master Jingxin, Zhuo Mufeng did not feel such great pressure. What is terrible is that the pressure is still increasing.

The layers of swords were pressing over the sky and the ground, making him feel that all his internal organs were attached together. He couldn't help but hold the golden dragon tightly, breathe, waved his palms, and the sound of the Sanskrit sounds roared, and Buddha light overflowed from his body.

Dongfang Qianxue Gu Han's eyes seemed to have a look of surprise, but it did not affect her movements at all. When the long sword was completely pulled out of the scabbard, the chaotic sword force around her became solemn.

The world in front of Zhuo Mufeng kept shrinking and collapsed, and in the end there was only a spot of light left, slowly approaching him. It was Dongfang Qianxue's sword.
Chapter completed!