"There are some people who are born destined to be human beings, and some people who are born to be pawns. In fact, everyone has their own way, but they don't fight for it. Feng Yu pinched a piece of feather in his left hand and swept his cheeks, so uncomfortable.

"He was not born to be a dead man. People have their own choices, and their lives are always in their own hands. Mo Yan raised his head, looked at them, his right hand was slowly raised, his body tilted slightly, and he rushed out, after a sword light, the first to come was the first to die.

Mo Yan stood next to the corpse, the sword in her right hand dripping with red blood, and no one saw her draw the sword. The feather pinched by Feng Yu's left hand flew out, transforming ten pieces one piece, and in the center, a little red dyed red.........

"What's next? There seem to be more and more people. Feng Yu stood aside and said lightly, I don't know what happened to Tingyu and them!

"The more people, the better, and they should come too. In this way, the junior sister and sister will be safer. Mo Yan wiped the blade of the sword, and the corners of his mouth raised. That guy Xiao Tingyu hasn't seen him for a long time, including his fourth brother!

"That way, they're safer. I heard that his fourth brother has disappeared for a long time. Feng Yu flicked his hand and blew gently, and the feathers slowly floated into the sky!

"That's right, do you know Weishenme?" Ink Unsheathed his sword and turned to look at him, his black pupils glinting.

"Because of a woman. Do you believe it? Feng Yu looked at her, and there was a trace of helplessness in her expression.

"Will Purple Thousand Views be? I think it's just Nicholas as this. Mo Yan turned his head and said coldly. How could Zi Qianjing lose her square inch because of a woman!

"It is said that that woman is the goddess of the Snow Mountain!" Feng Yu stretched out his hand, and a bird landed on the back of his hand, chirping.

The wind blew slowly, Mo Yan put away his sword, crossed his waist with one hand, his eyebrows were cold, his black hair fluttered, and the branches around him shook gently.

"What's the situation? What has Xiao Tingyu been doing all these years? Mo Yan turned to look at Feng Yu, his hands hanging down. Watch the phoenix feathers disperse the flock.

The corners of Feng Yu's mouth raised, he put down his hand, turned his head to look at Mo Yan, his body fell slightly, he stood on the ground, and turned to leave.

Mo Yan frowned unhappily, looked at Feng Yu's back, clenched his fists, damn it, didn't he listen to himself? "If you want to keep doing it here, wait. I wouldn't mind. Feng Yu said lightly.

After hearing this, Mo Yan looked embarrassed, and quickly moved towards Feng Yu. Feng Yu squinted, and her cold pupils exuded dazzling colors. As Mo Yan's palm approached, he flashed to the side, and a hand took her hand and pushed her out. Mo Yan gritted his teeth and continued to attack, palm-to-palm, foot-to-foot confrontation, Feng Yu easily resolved. Mo Yan was anxious, and reached out to hold the sword at his waist, but was picked open by Feng Yu. Zuihou hit his elbow on Mo Yan's abdomen, and immediately jumped back, standing in the wind.

"Xiao Tingyu is a member of the Phantom God Family. Ranked seventh. Good at attacking and striking enemies. His martial arts, no one can touch clearly, and at the same time, there are very few people who can get close to him, and you have only touched it slightly...... There are very few people in the world who know about him. Feng Yu said coldly. The Phantom God Family, an existence more powerful than the Dream, no one knows where their family is located and how many people there are!

"You say! Why did the little junior sister get the help of the Phantom God family? Mo Yan sat under the tree and leaned against it, closed his eyes and recuperated, and said lightly, I still can't win you! Phoenix feathers.

"The goddess of the Snow Mountain is the person his fourth brother is looking for. At the same time, the goddess of the snow mountain is also the master of the little junior sister! After Feng Yu finished speaking, a dodge disappeared in place.

"Huh~." Mo Yan sighed lightly, opened his eyes, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and covered his abdomen with his hand. Damn it! It's so heavy, I don't know if my sister Aoi Shui is coming?

Hoohoo! The wind whipped up dust and sand, and weeds swayed from side to side with the wind. The leaves also rustled. A dull depression hits. A scholar slowly appeared in Mo Yan's eyes.

Handsome and white-skinned, red-lipped and phoenix-eyed, gentle and elegant, delicate and charming. Mo Yan watched him slowly walk past him and disappear into his eyes.

"Him! Is it Xiao Tingyu? Mo Yan struggled to his feet, twisting his waist and leaving.

Xiao Tingyu walked halfway and stopped, and the dark woods revealed a trace of shade. Six people silently surrounded him.