"Come on." As soon as Zhuohua stretched out her hand, Twilight Gui appeared in her hand.

The sword glowed faintly in the cold moonlight. The temperament of Zhuohua's body suddenly changed.

Nan Jingchen held the sword in his hand, and his eyes were cold. He jumped to his feet, and the tip of his sword stabbed at the scorching flower, sending out a golden light.

Zhuo Hua slashed horizontally with his sword, and the sword qi turned Nan Jingchen over with a strong wind.

Nan Jingchen took a few steps back before standing firm. Without stopping, his feet suddenly kicked back, and his body jumped out like a streamer, and appeared in front of Zhuohua in the blink of an eye. The sword in his hand was raised downward.

Zhuohua used the Drifting Cloud Footwork and disappeared under Nan Jingchen's nose in an instant, making his attack miss. Before he could react, a ghost appeared behind him and slapped at him.

He clearly felt that Zhuohua's blow didn't exert much strength. Because of this, he felt the gap between the two of them. He gritted his teeth and raised his sword in disbelief. With a flick of his wrist, a golden dragon rushed straight towards Zhuohua.

Perhaps, instead of being called a dragon, it might be more appropriate to call it a reptile.

Zhuo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly, but he still didn't use the bright sun, and he still slashed the past with a slap of wind and moon.

Just now, it was this force that turned itself over, Nan Jingchen stared at his eyes, and his heart was nervous.

I saw Zhuo Hua's attack slash at his golden dragon fiercely, and then split his golden dragon in half, instantly crushing.

"I lost." Now that the situation has become clear, there is no need to continue fighting.

Although he doesn't admit defeat, he is not a person who can't afford to lose, Zhuohua is really powerful, and he is not unjustly lost.

Zhuohua put away his sword, and the cold temperament around him was swept away. She looked at Nan Jingchen, who was a little frustrated, and said lightly, "You are very powerful, but your cultivation is lower than mine." If we were the same cultivators, I wouldn't necessarily be able to defeat you. ”

Hearing that Zhuohua was just comforting him, he could only hold back his aggrieved voice. Where is the problem of cultivation, even if it is the same cultivator, he will lose slowly at most.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Several other people heard the noise and hurried over. Seeing two uninvited guests appear in Zhuohua's courtyard, he instantly became vigilant.

"Who are you?" Su Jinxuan's face was cold, and she stared at them unkindly.

"It doesn't look like a good person." Luo Yang said quietly. Dressed in black and still appearing in the girl's yard in the middle of the night, can he be a good person?

Not like the two of the good guys:?

Although Qin Shuran didn't say anything, her eyes were full of vigilance, and she held her jade flute tightly in her hand.

Nan Jingchen's face was red and white for a while. If it weren't for Nan Jingyu standing beside him, he would have to pick up his sword and knock open this girl's skull, saying who is not a good person?

It was Nan Jingyu who came out to play a round, "Everyone, you are friendly, below is Nan Jingyu, a disciple of the Longyue Sect, and this is Nan Jingchen, a junior disciple below." Today's junior brother came to talk to Miss Zhuohua, and I'm really sorry to disturb you. He bowed to them apologetically.

Hearing this, Luo Yang and Su Jinxuan hurriedly looked at Zhuohua, "Are you injured?" Qin Shuran looked at Nan Jingyu, who was slightly embarrassed, and reluctantly replied.

"It's fine." Zhuohua shook his head lightly, "Even if it's a discussion, it will definitely stop at the point." ”

"That's good." Su Jinxuan put her heart at ease.

Luo Yang snorted coldly at Nan Jingchen. Even if Zhuohua said this, she still didn't want to see him in her heart. How can anyone come to the woman's yard in the middle of the night to fight with someone??

Nan Jingchen looked at Luo Yang and felt extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't say anything, so he was so angry that he secretly gritted his teeth for a while.