Cold wind mixed with thin air.

Everywhere, it was wet and wet because of the blood.

Then Mu Yurong walked out.

Just now, when the eyeballs were pulled out, many people's gastric juices inevitably rolled and felt nauseous, and Mu Yurong was no exception.

It's just now, walking in front of people, Fang Fang's frowning brows relaxed.

The hair of a shawl was jet black, gently fluttering in the wind.

Mu Yurong took a deep breath, she used to fight with her master and brothers often, after all, she was also tolerant, it was the first time to let go and fight for victory like today, she was nervous and excited, and her liver was beating carefully.

I just closed my eyes.

Let the ends of your hair sway in the wind, and let the cold freeze the air.

Slender fingers have touched the soft hilt of the sword.

The person on the other side has not yet been selected to deal with it, which just gave Mu Yurong a chance to calm down.

A few puffs of turbid gas came out of his mouth, turning into white smoke, and his fingertips no longer trembled.

Mu Yurong opened her eyes and was stunned.

Mu Yurong took out her sword, but she was not moved under the sword.

Mu Yurong under the sword, like a live fish in the river, is light and smart.

Some swordsmen strike with a fierce spirit, sometimes they can scare others, and sometimes they are just sharp.

Mu Yurong is of course different.

The fish-woven sword swung open, like ripples, and the circle spread outward, each circle was absolutely round.

Three swords are cut out in a row, and one sword is better than the scope of one sword.

The tip of the sword is pointed towards the enemy's chest, and although it is not fatal, it is not easy to dodge.

The provocation on the wrist also made the sword edge turn, and the sword momentum was unpredictable.

Jian Ming's pupils couldn't help but constrict, and he didn't let go of any details.

Undoubtedly, Jian Ming is a strong hand in the sword, and looking at Mu Yurong's sword dance in his eyes, the problems are clear in his heart.

The first problem is that it is not direct.

The most effective way to control the enemy is often fast, simple and direct.

After all, Mu Yurong's sword dance is an elegant dance, which pays attention to beauty and flowing water, so the moves are all continuous, and there is no such thing as a stab that breaks the sky and conquers everything in an instant.

Although it is a shortcoming, it is still unresolved for the time being for Jian Jing to think of a way to crack it.

Because this sword dance is like a circle, and it is perfect.

I saw that Mu Yurong was supported with her left foot, the person was already flat, and the arc of the tip of the sword was drawn out with the flat body, and at the same time, the right leg was also lightly in the air, from the tip of the sword to the tip of the toe, connecting into a smooth line, and the body was also balanced with the sword, scattering the ripples farther.

As a result, the tip of the sword was already bloody.

And the two sharpest were shocked separately.

Xue Qi thought in his heart.

"'Pity'. ”

Meng Qingyi couldn't help but shout.

"A good girl, it's a trick of 'pity'. ”

The clouds are rolling and falling, the beauties are crying, and I feel pity.

Only by stopping under this sword, even if the liver and gallbladder are broken, he is willing.

Mu Yurong's long legs spun slightly, and she stood up straight again, her slightly straight chest bullied with her breathing, and she also pinned the fish weaving sword behind her waist with her backhand.

Mu Yurong looked at the blood flower and muttered.

"Your wound is open again?"

Everyone's eyes inevitably looked at him, only to see that his right hand was still shallowly caressing the wooden box behind his waist, but his left hand was clenching his chest, and the thick red blood slid out of the five fingers.

Mu Yurong gritted her white teeth and said.

"Don't think that if I bandaged you, I will show mercy to you. ”

He just lowered his head, and his right hand swiped over the inscription on the wooden box.

Seeing that he didn't retreat, Mu Yurong was angry, pinched his sword fingers, and the fish weaved the sword.