Before Fang Wenwen could reply, the moon was like a hook with a cold light, slashing towards Fang Wenwen with a coldness.

Fang Wenwen also didn't have that lazy look, smiled, the drunken beauty in his hand, raised a somewhat stumbling arc and said, "My drunken beauty, it's not just drinking"

The sword in his hand drew a trace, and a cold sword aura slashed towards Fang Wenwen with a sharp edge.

Fang Wenwen stretched out his hand and touched it lower, his body slid backwards with a sense of agility, and gently avoided this move.

Tearing it up, the corner of one of Fang Wenwen's clothes was gently scratched.

The duel between these two is not earth-shattering, just like a swordsman in the mortal world, holding the most important sword in his life, but carrying out the most brutal killing.

Fang Wenwen stood with his sword up, grabbed the beauty under the moon in his hand and chirped softly, as if the beauty was groaning, Fang Wenwen shook the sword in his hand, but his face was a little angry.

Chen Yiyi didn't chase after him, he was also holding a sword and watching, Fang Wenwen.

Fang Wenwen said, "You are a good opponent"

Chen Yiyi, his eyes were cold and he said, "You too"

The sword in Fang Wenwen's hand, in an instant, turned into a light with the fragrance of wine, and the speed was extremely fast, as if it was a flowing cloud in the sky.

In the moment when he was approaching Chen Yiyi, he turned into thousands of swords, one sword after another with a wine-colored aroma.

The sword light differentiation is not known to be a special case of a certain person.

Fang Wenwen's sword light was even more cold, as if he was a beauty in anger, with a ruthless sword path.

Liu Pian looked at these countless swords, with a trace of cold sword light, and felt that every sword had a trace of wine, beautiful but deadly.

Liu Pian looked at it again, the tens of millions of swords flying in the air, but there was no messy meaning at all, Liu Pian stretched out his hand and gently touched his eyes.

Liu Pian also admired Fang Wenwen's sword path.

There is a trace of wine on each sword, which is connected to Fang Wenwen, it can be said that these ten million swords are under Fang Wenwen's control, and thousands of swords can be turned into ten thousand swords in an instant.

The control power of Fang Wenwen's divine soul can be seen in general.

At this time, the fat man not only shouted, but Liu Pian also shrank the pupils in his eyes.

That Chen Yi looked at the sword flying all over the sky one by one, and the moon in his hand was like a hook and let out a gentle chirp, and the visible moon was like the moonlight on the hook condensed, as if it was a small moon.

Chen Yiyi's eyes froze, he reached out and touched the sword, and held the sword horizontally forward. Point your toes on the ground and swing forward.

There was only one sword, and the sword stretched out into the distance, and thousands of beauties under the moon sighed softly.

Countless swords, when they were still one step away from Chen Yiyi, all shattered, and there was only one sword left in the sky, Moon Like a Hook, and another sword, the drunken beauty and the Moon Like a hook were far away.

Fang Wenwen was stunned for a moment, and then waved the sword fingers in his hand.

The beauty under the moon disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Chen Yiyi retreated dozens of meters out of thin air, and the soles of his feet turned the ground into a huge ditch.

Chen Yiyi waved lightly, and the sword in his hand carried a little moonlight.

One last touch, the drunken beauty, with a wail, disappeared.

Chen Yiyi held the moon in his hand like a hook, his body shook slightly, his body shook, and a thunder sound appeared, which resounded in the ears of the spectators as much as a thunderbolt, and the sword seemed to turn into a line in an instant, tearing through the space and tearing the distance.

The end of the world was just a moment away from that sword.

Fang Wenwen's palm holding the sword trembled continuously at the moment when the drunken beauty turned back.

A mouthful of blood gushed up his throat, Fang Wenwen's rare face turned cold, and he swallowed it hard.

The fat man said, "What was the sword just now?"

Talking, speaking, the fat man's face turned cold, and the fat at the corners of his mouth stiffened, "Could it be that sword that breaks ten thousand laws?"

Liu Pian smiled, "Isn't it, but it's almost the same for you."

Fang Wenwen stretched out his hand and wiped it on the sword, chuckling at the corner of his mouth. "A drunk beauty is beautiful, and of course a beauty who can dance with him is better."

The sword in Fang Wenwen's hand was horizontal to the left.

One, a white sword, was nailed, and Fang Wenwen's left side seemed to be nailed in time and space.

Chen Yiyi suddenly appeared, holding his sword.

Fang Wenwen said, "How can I let you go when I come?"

The sword in his hand chirped softly, and the voice was crisp, like a beauty's whisper.

The sword in Fang Wenwen's hand was horizontal, and his footsteps swayed slightly, with a trace of beautiful dance steps.

Bang bang.

Chen Yiyi held the hand of the sword one by one, but he could no longer let go of the sword.

Bang bang

bang

Non-stop collisions, non-stop collisions.

Chen Yiyi seemed to be entangled.

danced a dance with Fang Wenwen, there was no sound in the song, but the sword was chirping, and the sword was constantly ringing, as if it was a dance.

The two of them are like dancers in this dance music, although the dance music is beautiful, but it has a cruelty, cruelty, every sword, is with a trace of blood.

Chen Yiyi's white robe was already stained with blood.

Chen Yiyi was smiling at the moment, and he was laughing extremely happily.

He smiled in the midst of this wound, and that smile seemed to be the eternal ice condensed by a cruel glacier on the ice.

This smile didn't make Chen Yiyi gentle, but it made him even more cold.

The sword in his hand was raised lightly, and he said, "I'm happy, I'm happy."

A chuckle, a chill, a complete release.

Thousands of sword wires enveloped the entire venue, and a sword roar seemed to be dawn.

Fang Wenwen's sword dance was interrupted, and when he came out, his body was already covered with wounds, and his robe that was stained with wine last night had been completely soaked.

Thousands of sword wires, wandering in the air.

The dancer's sword in Fang Wenwen's hand couldn't stop retreating until there was no way to retreat.

A sword roared, a drunken beauty, and a tiny mouth lightly covered with it.

It's like the tears of a beautiful woman's weeping.

The fat man looked at this scene in a daze, he didn't know what to do, he looked at Liu Pian, and Liu Pian looked at "Wenwen has two swords"

Fang Wenwen looked at the sword filaments flying in the sky and listened to the sound of swords in the air.

The corners of his mouth said softly, "It doesn't matter if you hurt me, it doesn't matter if you kill me, but you are a beauty who hurt me"

Fang Wenwen flicked his fingers.

A little chill spreads.

The whole venue was frozen under this chill.

Fang Wenwen continued, "My sword, my beauty will also be angry."

With a touch of this sword in his hand, a sword body as clear as water appeared on Fang Wenwen's sword.

Chen Yiyi shrank the pupils in his eyes and said, "Hide the way of the sword"

The sword filaments in the sky tightened all the time, as if there was a trace of trembling, leaving wounds on Fang Wenwen's body.

Fang Wenwen was still unhurriedly sliding his hand on the sword.