"Wow~~~"

A shrill howl resounded through this dark space, Su Yanxue summoned the lyre, her jade fingers were plucked, and a little bead of sweat appeared on her forehead due to the large movement, she clearly realized that the strength of this black-tailed fox was far superior to hers, but she had no chance to retreat, and it was impossible for her to retreat.

Light Mist and Aoyin were gone at this time, what should she do?

Think about it, in the past, she was an invincible swordsman on the rivers and lakes, but now she is so weak that she can't even beat a little fox, and God is really ironic to her.

From a distance, although Su Yanxue's response was a little difficult, the self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth made the man see it clearly, he was even more curious, what choice would she make?

Su Yanxue focused all her attention on the enemy, that is, the fox, as she once said: no distraction or softness in dealing with any enemy.

The strong are respected, this is her creed, and it is the only condition for her to survive in her last life, so she wants to become stronger, to become stronger, she does not allow herself to be weak, nor does she allow herself to have the slightest cowardice, today, war is death, not fighting, it is also death, it is better to let it go.

This time, in this life, at this moment, she felt the crisis for the first time.

In the deep darkness, in the depths of Su Yanxue's eyes that were as black as night, a faint wisp of blood red rippled slightly.

In the air, the red-eyed fox finally revealed its figure, and it landed not far from Su Yanxue, its front paws touching lightly in the void.

That round of silver moon, the phantom beauty was cold, turned into a silver-white blade, condensed into a sword of moonlight, and stabbed straight at Su Yanxue.

The black-tailed fox put down its claws, its red eyes narrowed, it seemed that it thought that with this sword, Su Yanxue would definitely die, after all, it was also the power of its forbidden power, although it was only a small part, but it was enough for that weak human being.

Su Yanxue closed her eyes, did she give up? No, it was absolutely not, it was impossible, she entered a state of unintentionality, her mind was calm, everything around her, all the noise, at this moment, in her world, no longer existed, only the sharp blade, the sword of the moon, screamed and pierced the sky, getting closer and closer to herself.

The lyre in her arms disappeared, and the man was a little puzzled, what was she going to do at this juncture?

Are you going to die? Of course not, sure enough, it's still easy to use a sword.

When Su Yanxue opened her eyes again, the long sword on her back was also pulled out, the long sword was in her hand, the human sword was one, the cold air was soaring, and the sword of the moon was close at hand!

She seems to have returned to the familiar martial arts rivers and lakes, falling into a desperate situation again and again, and surviving again and again!

One person, one sword, that is her, the life of a swordsman, as long as she tries her best, even if she dies, she will die without regrets, no, for her, she has never hoped, how can she regret.

Su Yanxue took a deep breath, she took a step forward, kicked her back foot, and jumped in the air.

"Ice Fall!"

Sen Han's sword qi wrapped around the sword body, and an aggressive cold aura rose with the wind, and in an instant, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the cold was indulging.

Hundreds of flowers freeze, thousands of trees freeze, snowflakes fly, frost and snow fly.

The poignant but deadly sword of the moon collided with it like this.

"Wow!"

The force of the impact swept through the forest, everything blurred, and the sand mist danced in a chaotic dance in the air, causing one to squint when one step closer.

Su Yanxue condensed all her internal force on this blow, everything in front of her became more and more blurred, and she gradually lost consciousness, her head, it hurt, she understood that this was a sign that her strength was about to run out.

"Bang!"

Su Yanxue's body was bounced out heavily, she squinted, but there was only a small crack in the Yuehua Sword, she laughed bitterly, after all, was she still defeated? But she's really unwilling.

At this moment, a touch of disappointment rose in the man's indifferent eyes, although he was a little surprised, the girl's strength actually made its power have a trace of brokenness, but this is far from enough, it seems that her real strength has not been truly stimulated.

"Why, why .........."

She asked herself over and over again, in the dark, on the way back from death, in this life, she is doomed to the fate of a loser, in this life, is she such a vulnerable weakling?

The sword of Yuehua pierced Su Yanxue's heart, and a drop of blood, a drop of black and red blood, rolled down the sword and landed on her sword, the butterfly.

And at this moment, the man suddenly discovered something, a touch of surprise replaced the disappointment in his eyes just now, what is this situation?

I saw that the black and red blood bead gradually began to merge with the sword,

What really happened at the moment when the sword pierced the heart?