The short spear in Huangfu Yue's right hand swept back, and he cut his waist.

Yan Qingrui's body rotated, always avoiding the range of the tip of the spear.

When Huangfu Yue changed to sweep and used the gun as a stick, Yan Qingrui's silver moon dagger could always be just right to block and sweep, and the weapons did not intersect, although her dagger touched the body of the gun more than once, but it was only four or two dials of gold, mainly to squeeze, shun and wipe.

Huangfu Yue's spear and claws came out, but Yan Qingrui only had a silver moon dagger, however, the gun came to block the gun, and the claw came to block the claw, but it was smooth and not cramped.

After more than a dozen moves, Huang Fuyue also discovered the weakness of the silver-faced Langjun, her moves were light, but she didn't dare to fight with her own real strength, all with the ingenuity of four or two thousand gold.

Why don't you dare to hit it hard? It seems that she is really hurt a lot.

Huang Fuyue attacked even more violently, didn't this silver-faced Langjun dare to face her head-on? She had to force her to fight hard. If you can't trample her under your feet today, and let her be tortured to death, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in your heart.

Huang Fuyue changed his playing style, and Yan Qingrui struggled here.

Baili Xiufeng's palm was too ruthless, if she hadn't carried the injury medicine with her, I was afraid that even if Baili Xiufeng gave her the antidote at that time, she would not have the ability to act, and she would not be able to support it until now, and then she was forced by the martial arts of Huangfu Yue's poisonous path, which was really a little unbearable.

If it goes on like this, it will attract city patrol guards, and as the fifth princess, it will not be too easy for her to catch someone.

Yan Qingrui's eyes narrowed slightly, and she had to make a quick decision.

Huangfu Yue spear clamped the palm claw, the move was fierce and vicious, she used the move "Ten Thousand Miles of Stars", the move made with the gun was more dangerous than using the ice silkworm snow silk, and Yan Qingrui was completely enveloped in it.

Yan Qingrui's body retreated, breaking through a false move, and the marksmanship of the short spear was exhausted when it was still half an inch away from Yan Qingrui's heart.

However, at this moment, Huang Fuyue's eyes suddenly showed a trace of gloomy coldness, and there was a calculated smile in the middle.

Yan Qingrui knew that it was not good, and her body hurriedly fell and spun around, and at the same time, the silver moon dagger in her hand flew out of her hand.

It was too late, it was fast, Huang Fuyue pressed the motive, and the head of the short spear more than two feet long suddenly cracked, burst out of it, and suddenly grew half a foot. It turned out that this was a gun that was shot, and when the machine was pressed, the head of the gun suddenly elongated, and it was unexpected, and I don't know how many people were injured under this gun.

Blood splattered, and the spear head pierced deep into Yan Qingrui's body.

But before Huang Fuyue could laugh, she felt a pain in the back of her left shoulder, and then, she was hit hard in the stomach, and the whole person was kicked out. Sensing that something was wrong, she slapped her hand and successfully saw the silver-faced Langjun being slapped away by her.

The silver-faced gentleman was in the air, and the blood that spurted out of his mouth and the blood from the wound stabbed by Huangfu Yue's short spear flew like rain in the air, and then he fell into the darkness.

And Huang Fuyue's body was also kicked up by the other party, flew backwards more than a foot away, and fell to the ground.

Huang Fuyue looked down at herself, and the silver-faced dagger was pierced under her left shoulder, reaching through her back. That kick was fine, at the end of the silver-faced Lang Jun's strong crossbow, he kicked it out without any internal force, just kicked the person away, but the dagger that passed by made her hate and anger.

Unexpectedly, the silver-faced Langjun was dying and struggling, and when he was dying, he had to take out the dagger and hurt her.