Not good.

Murong Xue hurriedly picked up the sword at his feet.

"Save!" narrowly escaped a move. I didn't expect him to hide so deeply, and he was actually deceived.

The sword pierces through the air, as fast as lightning.

The palm of the flesh is swept across, and the body is like a swimming snake.

It was almost impossible to see the figures of the bamboo pole man and Murong Xue clearly, and he could only see the fiery red and gray clusters, intersecting together.

I don't know when, the sky that hasn't rained for a long, long time gradually began to rain, from the beginning of the drizzle, gradually continuous, the slightest raindrops cut through the air, moisturizing things silently.

The wind was gently blowing, and on such a beautiful cliff, it became more and more beautiful and more and more chilling to the bone.

The moves became more and more powerful, and the corresponding Murong Xue's sword became faster and faster.

The anger that was full of anger was really integrated into the murderous aura, and he rolled up towards the bamboo pole man.

The rain gradually became heavier, and it was almost impossible to see the two sides of the war and the road ahead.

In the distance, Xiahou Mobing rode alone on a horse, and in this rainy night, the horse's hooves rang suddenly, and he rushed wildly.

Here, Murong Xue was thinking about the way to crack it while following the dazzling moves of the bamboo pole man. If she continues like this, she will definitely lose the side. The body is overdrawn, and the bleeding has not stopped at the wound.

She thought that his weakness was his feet, but she didn't expect that at that time, he deliberately shrank back, thinking that he deliberately showed her so that she could mistake it for feet. She did a lot of calculations, but she undercounted the psychedelic effect in his flute voice and the weakness that was deliberately exposed.

As the bamboo pole man approached step by step, Murong Xue retreated again and again. In the end, he was forced to only a corner.

Watch the cliff approach. Could it be that she was actually forced to this point today? Is she destined to have no chance with the flower on the other side? Did she just die? No, she was unwilling, she didn't believe it was fate. If this is fate, then she will go against the sky.

There must be weaknesses, there must be, people can't be perfect people, where is it?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through me.

Woman! That's right.

The bamboo pole man went crazy after discovering that she was a woman.

"Huh...... No wonder she doesn't love you, you deserve it. Suddenly, Murong Xue was like crazy, and mocked at the bamboo pole man without fear of death.

"Ah......hh What did you say? The bamboo pole man seemed to be crazy, and after listening to Murong Xue's words, he held his head and kept knocking.

Yes, this is the time.

"Shhh The sound of a sword entering the body.

When the bamboo pole man reacted, he was faced with his full palm.

Between the lightning and the fire, the bamboo pole man's palm had already really responded to Liuyue's chest, and Murong Xue's body leaned up, and he was shot away by the bamboo pole man's palm towards the mountain stream next to the cliff.

At the same moment, the bamboo pole man also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Murong Xue's sword was inserted two centimeters close to his heart, and he used that palm because of his strength, and the result was self-damage.

The rainy night was in the air, and the sky was pouring rain.

Blood splattered, turning crimson in the rain.

"Xue'er ......" heart-rending scream, tearing through the pouring rain, Xiahou Mobing arrived.

Like ink, his eyes are like fire, and his blood is almost dazzling.

And the fiery red figure flying high snatched his breath and heartbeat, and in an instant, Xiahou Mobing almost felt that his heart stopped beating.