Yu Jinyuan suddenly retreated, and Li Yuan's eyes fell on Mo Xie, and when he heard Yu Jinyuan's words again, his eyes paused slightly.

Is this person Mo Xie? The handsome doesn't seem to be like a mortal, dressed in ink, and his skin is as white as snow, and Lu Wan's world-class face flashes in his mind.

Mo Xie's face and Lu Juan are not inferior to each other, just thinking about the way the two stand together, I feel that they match everything.

Li Yuan thinks that he is also handsome, but compared to Mo Xie, he has an opinion.

Even the man's all-round style and awe-inspiring temperament are already beyond the crowd, even if he is angry at the moment, he can't hide the temperament of his superior, and even Yu Jinyuan can't compare with it.

He seemed to understand a little at this moment why Yu Jinyuan was so mustard, making him a thorn in the flesh.

Who else in this heaven and earth can match it?

He pursed his lips slightly, he had thought before that when he saw Mo Xie, maybe he would really let go of his obsession with Lu Juan, but now that he has seen it, he understands, and it is time to let go.

Mo Xie didn't have him in his eyes, he looked at Yu Jinyuan coldly, as if he was looking at an ant, or a dead man.

"I'm coming, so you should die." The deep voice did not wave, as if it was just narrating an ordinary event.

Yu Jinyuan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the crazy hatred and jealousy made the expression of his whole face almost distorted.

"After so many years, the thing I hate the most is that I didn't kill you back then, and our feud should have ended a long time ago!"

Yu Jinyuan's cheeks swelled with crimson blood, which was caused by forcible luck after blood loss, his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were distorted and crazy.

Mo Xie nodded, his eyes calm.

"Let's end it."

The next moment, the person was no longer in place, just in the blink of an eye, the person had already arrived in front of Yu Jinyuan, and the long sword was unsheathed,

Yu Jinyuan was shocked at the same time, it was too late to retreat, and the next moment the sound of the blade stabbing into the flesh and blood.

When Yu Jinyuan saw the person standing in front of him, his brows tightened.

"Young!" Yu Yao always paid attention to Mo Xie's movements, and silently moved to Yu Jinyuan's side, and sure enough, Mo Xie's skills were terrifyingly high.

Mo Xie drew his sword indifferently, blood rushed out like strands, Yu Jinyuan reached out to cover it, but it was in vain, Yu Yao's body slowly slipped into Yu Jinyuan's arms.

Mo Xie's brows furrowed slightly, this scene seemed to sting his eyes, and the evil intent around him not only did not dissipate, but became more violent.

He didn't pause, he was about to continue killing Yu Jinyuan with his sword, but he was entangled by someone who suddenly appeared.

"Lord, go!" The person who came was a frosty day.

Yu Yao died in his arms, which also made Yu Jinyuan finally sober up, leaving Qingshan here, not afraid of no firewood, of course he knew how to choose.

Dodge away quickly.

And how could Mo Xie let him go.

A palm slammed into Frost Tian's chest, and the full palm directly broke his heart.

The next moment, the long sword in his hand seemed to cut through the air, and it was directly inserted into Yu Jinyuan's heart, and the person fell to the ground, like a dead dog.

Mo Xie forced himself into his side like the wind and kicked him over.

Yu Jinyuan vomited out a gulp of blood and convulsed all over.

Looking at this face that he had hated for half his life, his hand, which was stained with blood and ash, held the sword and slowly lifted it, but finally he had no strength, the sword fell, and his hand fell hard.

A pair of eyes widened.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.