Mu Li was coerced into his hands, and only a low hissing sound remained.

It was as if it was a faint grievance, gently mixed in with the flying snow.

Xiang Shaotong and Mu Li, the two have always been different.

Mu Li looks a little rougher, Xiang Shaotong is extremely handsome; in the army, Mu Li's negotiations are broader, but Xiang Shaotong is self-styled; Mu Li's double knives have always been a little rough, and he still has the fierceness of fighting in the battlefield; Xiang Shaotong's ghost claws are naturally the most dangerous means, and every shot is meticulous about precision.

Even if they were in the army decades ago, it was not easy for two people to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and the battle in the outer city made everyone look at it and shout out for the treacherous changes in the world.

After the mental struggle, Mu Li has an absolute advantage.

But seeing that his double knives were blooming, Xiang Shaotong was already shrouded in the moment.

Naturally, there are two double knives in the Ink Rain Hall.

He Jiefeng's double knives are fierce, cross hidden flowers, and never die.

Mu Li's knife may not be able to stir up turbulent waves, like the wind and sand in the desert, sometimes only whistling in front of him, and it can change into a sandstorm that changes the color of the sky and the earth in an instant.

These two knives slid along Xiang Shaotong's sternum, but they were not too sharp, after all, Mu Li had never thought of putting this young friend to death.

But Xiang Shaotong could only retreat, holding his breath.

Even if you exit the trajectory of the blade, there is no chance of counterattack.

Such a situation is not much different from the appearance of his unilateral attack on Mu Li just now.

Mu Li roared angrily while slashing with his two knives.

"Stand down. ”

Xiang Shaotong could only hold his breath and dodge, not only did he not have the opportunity to fight back, but he also had no time to fight back.

The martial arts of these two people are really inseparable, so if one idea is wrong or missing, the balance of balance has been broken.

In the current situation, unless an accident happens, Xiang Shaotong has to lose.

However, Xiang Shaotong's face did not change in the slightest, as if he was about to drill into the gap in the knife edge.

There were also a few young people with high consciousness in the crowd, who quickly saw through Xiang Shaotong's thoughts.

From Xiang Shaotong's standpoint, accidents are going to happen after all.

On the one hand, naturally because of the snowfall, it is just to meet Mu Li's face, if it drifts a lot, it must be Mu Li's vision that is the first to be affected, on the other hand, of course, it is Mu Li's arm.

After the tough collision with Xiang Shaotong, the whole arm was almost dislocated, and now even if he wielded the knife, it did not complement each other, but one knife was strong and the other was weak, but because Mu Li was experienced in shaking, he tried his best to hide the disharmony in it, so that he seemed to have the upper hand slightly.

It's just that Xiang Shaotong is so clear about the situation here, and he doesn't plan to let Mu Li go.

Mu Li's face became more and more ugly, and after all, there was a knife leak.

The meaning of the leak is that Xiang Shaotong doesn't have to hide at all.

Since there was no need to hide, Xiang Shaotong rushed upward.

The two were only three steps apart, leaving Xiang Shaotong with the slightest chance, and he had already been bullied in front of him.

The ghost's claws stretched out and grabbed at Mu Li's front door.

In desperation, Mu Li had to abandon the double knife and block it with his hands against the sky.

But Xiang Shaotong suddenly withdrew his hand, and then his left hand stabbed out with a fist, hitting Mu Li's throat hard.

The force of this punch may not be fatal, but it made Mu Li suffocate suddenly.

In an instant, the face was flushed.

Xiang Shaotong rushed a few more steps and grabbed Mu Li's throat.

Mu Li was still a little conscious, and he still wanted to call "it doesn't work", but his throat was pinched and he couldn't make a sound, so he was only left with a slit for his breathing.

The ancestral hall of Moyu Hall, isn't everyone now staring at Mu Li, who was held by Xiang Shaotong's throat!

No one expected that another person would make a fatal move.