And this battle, which seemed to be filled with gunsmoke, was fermented under the shattered light of the silver moon.

Su Gurong stepped in from outside the gate of Fengyang Palace, and his body lazily leaned against the cold mahogany on the door. Evacuated everyone nearby, leaving only the four people present.

Mo Liang was still crying, Lian Chiyuan and Shu Zhi confronted each other, the corners of Su Gurong's mouth were half smiling, he stretched out his hand and patted it gently, "That's a good point." "It's very evil.

Lian Chi Yuan let go of his dream, and the silver sword in his hand shook slightly, and the sword aura was overwhelming. Su Zhi wanted to stretch out his hand to pull him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pounced, Lian Chiyuan's speed was already extraordinary, and it was infinitely stronger than in Qishan.

"Look for death." In the next second, Lian Chi Yuan's ghostly black figure appeared in front of Su Gurong.

Su Gurong also wanted to fight with Lian Chiyuan in a dignified and upright manner, without the slightest fear. The figure flashed, dodging the sword in Lian Chiyuan's hand. His body rose into the air, took the silver sword thrown by No. 7 from the air, and said with a smile, "King Yuan is good at kung fu." ”

Lian Chiyuan sneered, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

The wind that blew from nowhere swept the entire Fengyang Palace. The branches swayed, and a great shadow fell over them. The two of them confronted each other in front of him, the silver sword in his hand shouted desperately, his skirt was raised, and his delicate face became more and more cold.

She knew that at this point, she couldn't stop it. Even the right to speak has long been lost. Mo Liang got up, limped to Su Zhi's side, and said softly, "Sister, is he the King of Yuan?" ”

The long-awaited heart suddenly ached, and the inexplicable breath invaded again, a little unbearable, and I couldn't help but squat down. There is some swelling and pain in the corners of the eyes.

And on the other side of her, the two figures, so fast that the naked eye could no longer distinguish who was who, were still fighting with the sound of swords.

Lian Chi Yuan's sword count was extremely fast, and every move became more and more ferocious, although Su Gurong was not slacking off, he still had a hard time receiving it. Avoiding the key point, Su Gurong's body spun around twice, his feet wanted to kick at Lian Chiyuan's shoulder, and he quickly retreated, but Lian Chiyuan said disdainfully, "That's all you can do." ”

"Really?" When Lian Chi Yuan was sluggish, Su Gurong threw his sword in the air and stabbed at him. Lian Chi Yuan's figure flashed and easily dodged, but he didn't want Su Gurong to dodge the sword at the same time, and he rushed forward. As soon as Lian Chiyuan came back to his senses, Su Gurong turned behind Lian Chiyuan at the fastest speed, caught the sword that was stabbing at him, and stabbed Lian Chiyuan in the shoulder with his backhand.

Ugh. The sound of the placket shattering and the flesh cracking resounded in Su Zhi's ears.

"Don't." Can't help but shout.

But unexpectedly, Lian Chiyuan did not dodge, instead of dodging, he smiled lightly. By the time Su Gurong knew that it was too late, Lian Chiyuan didn't need to hold a sword at all, and on his wrist was the pale yellow silver thread that Jun Mowen controlled all things. And the sword in Lian Chi Yuan's hand had already used his control to fly behind Su Gurong when Su Gurong approached. Another heart-wrenching whisper.

The silver sword pierced mercilessly from behind Su Gurong, extremely deep.

Su Gurong suddenly drew his sword and retreated, and Da Yan smiled, "I didn't expect you to play Yin too?" Ha lu haha. ”

Lian Chiyuan shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, playing with taste, "There are many more that you didn't expect." ”

When the words fell, Lian Chiyuan's eyes deepened, and a strong wind rose around him, raising his black hair and black brocade clothes wildly, and the wind became stronger, and the entire Fengyang Palace instantly became fierce. The huge aura emanating from him made Su Zhi slightly stunned, he was.

Su Gurong frowned slightly, clenched the silver sword with one hand, and slowly refreshed his true qi with the other. In order to block the sudden and inexplicable impact of Lian Chi Yuan.

In the raging wind, Lian Chi Yuan lifted the sword in his hand and raised it gently. A small whirlwind actually rose around the sword's body, and he rushed towards Su Gurong with a slanted waist.

Su Gurong also got up, with a swing of Tsing Yi, his body was upside down, his palm hit the ground, and when Lian Chiyuan approached, he kicked away the silver sword in his hand. The tremor from his footsteps made his heart rage. The demon's eyes raised fiercely, and he raised his sword upward.

Lian Chi Yuan had a heart that would kill him, and the two voices that swept the entire land were intertwined.

Su Zhi's body was numb from the shock of these two huge impulses, and the huge wind ruffled her long hair, and even her eyes couldn't help but squint slightly. She couldn't see the swaying figure in front of her, but the sound of the fierce fight made her forehead sweat.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the sword breaking, and I was worried for a while, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that the two figures overlapped and collided together, touching. The two huge breaths collided and suddenly separated. If he hadn't held Mo Liang and forcibly stabilized his body, he would have been blown away by this strong wind.

Who, won? Su Zhi shook his head and opened his eyes wide.

The wind gradually stopped, and the swept land was desolate. Lian Chiyuan was still as steady as a green pine, his black clothes were lightly swaying, and some broken hair slipped down his shoulders. Not far from him, Su Gurong Qingyi was soaked in blood, and the red liquid that slipped down his abdomen and back dripped to the ground.

"Ask Jun Mo that demon girl a lot?" As if sneering or self-deprecating, Su Gurong said in a dumb voice.

Lian Chiyuan also smiled, "If I really learn something, can you still stand?" ”

The atmosphere was adjusted to the peak, and countless dark warriors surrounded Fengyang Palace densely. Su Zhi raised his eyes and looked at it, and his heart was in a mess. She still couldn't believe that Lian Chiyuan, who had always been calm and reasonable, would do such a self-destructive thing. Even if it's for her.

No. 7 landed beside Su Gurong and held him up, "King." ”

Su Gurong stared at Lian Chiyuan, his eyes darkened, "Kill." A cold breath seeped out.

"Don't." Su Zhi shouted. couldn't help stepping forward, but Mo Liang grabbed his hand, and from the corner of Lian Chiyuan's eye, he saw the demon fire emanating from Mo Liang's other hand. At this time, Su Zhi couldn't see it, but Lian Chi Yuan could see it clearly, Mo Liang's fingers were gently against Su Zhi's waist, and her eyes looked at Lian Chi Yuan slyly as if it was a warning and a threat.

"Leave her." Lian Chiyuan shouted at Su Zhi.

Before she could figure out who she was, countless black shadows surged up from all directions and surrounded Lian Chi Yuan.

"Sister, your injuries are not healed, don't come forward. Come with me. Mo Liang tugged at the corners of his clothes and said timidly.

And when she was willing to go, she shook off Mo Liang and rushed forward in three steps and two steps.

"Stop her." Su Gurong said to No. 7. He looked at Su Zhi in his eyes, but felt that the dark sky was pressed down, and it turned out that she couldn't let go of him after all.

"Get out of the way." Su Zhi said fiercely.

"I've never known how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, you'd better not give me a reason to kill you." Seven said indifferently in a meager voice.

"I'll give you this chance." Su Zhi's eyes were dark, and he struck first.

Lian Chi Yuan was trapped in the center, entangled with countless shadows. And the current state is the opponent of No. 7.

Tear and pull~ The already broken clothes were torn by the seventh-sword skirt. Shu Zhi stepped back and glared at him viciously, "Hooligans." ”

Seven raised his sword, "I know that the Great King of the Dao doesn't want you to die. It doesn't matter, if you're moving forward, I'll tear your clothes apart one by one. ”

Touch. I don't know which unlucky guy in Lu Dao was kicked to the feet of Su Zhi by Lian Chi Yuan, and the sword in his hand was thrown down together.

Su Zhi quickly picked it up and smiled at Seven, "Together?" ”

This is undoubtedly a naked provocation, and the most annoying thing about No. 7 is to stay like this, full of thorns, even if he dies, he refuses to admit defeat, and without saying a word, he will take the sword.

In terms of the number of swords, Su Zhi was one layer higher than No. 7, but now with flexibility and speed, Su Zhi fell one layer, and the wound on her leg that was injured by explosives was torn inch by inch with the movement of her footsteps. Warm blood stains fell down the cuffs of his trousers.

"Yo~ Look, I forgot that you were struck by lightning." Seven couldn't help but scoff.

"Don't worry, if I can survive, let you taste this thunder."

Brush brush, silver sword collision, crimson all over the ground. If you don't give in to each other, you live or die.

The more she received No. 7's move, the more difficult it became, and the pain in her legs made her tremble a little, and if she was not careful, she was kicked in the corner of her shoulder by No. 7, and her body fell to the ground as soon as she slanted. If it weren't for the silver sword to support him, he would have knelt down.

Seven showed no mercy to his subordinates, and took the silver sword and rushed down. The moonlight and silver ash sprinkled on the sword body, and she wanted to dodge, but the numbness in her legs made her unable to move for half a minute.

As soon as Lian Chiyuan turned around, he saw this scene, of course, what he saw was not No. 7 who was swooping down, but Mo Liang who was quickly standing behind Su Zhi, Mo Liang also had a silver sword in her hand at some point, and her sword was about to stab into her heart from behind Su Zhi at this time. The evil smile made Lian Chiyuan's heart angry.

"Be careful." Lian Chi Yuan kicked the shadow in front of him away with a kick and ran towards Su Zhi.

Whoop~ The sound of flesh tearing. The situation in the next second made Su Zhi stand stiffly in place. The warm liquid all over her face fell down from her eyelashes, and in front of her, Mo Liang's small and delicate body was blocking in front of her. And in the chest, pierced by two swords.

Su Zhi's stiff fingers were raised involuntarily, and Mo Liang's body fell into her arms as soon as he became weak. The scene before Hua Song's death was infinitely magnified in front of his eyes.

"Ah Liang." Su Zhi called softly.

"Sister. Don't leave me behind. Mo Liang's eyes blinked, and tears dripped down the corners of his eyes.

"I won't."

"You're stupid." Lian Chiyuan stretched out his hand and tore away Mo Liang who was blocking in front of Su Zhi, and threw him to the ground mercilessly. Stretching out his hand to grab her waist, he was about to leave Fengyang Palace.

Mo Liang's small body smashed to the bottom, and blood splattered all over the ground. Her faint and struggling voice made Su Zhi's heart squeeze fiercely, "Are you crazy?" After struggling, Mo Liang's words seemed to be still echoing in her ears. She said, sister, don't leave Mo Liang behind no matter what. She said, "Sister, don't leave me behind." No matter whenever.

"You're still not human. Why are you going to kill her!! Lian Chiyuan, do you know who Lu Dao is. Put me down, I won't leave her behind. Put me down. Su stopped shouting, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

"Who the hell are you, you are not Lian Chiyuan, you are not my senior brother~, who are you. Why do you want to do this? I hate you. I hate you. ”

The sound of mourning and struggling after the last time came to an abrupt end when Lian Chiyuan slammed her neck. Her tears fell on his hands and burned his heart.