"Mo Yang!" Xie Junhe drew his sword alertly.

However, the white shadow fell like lightning.

"Be careful!" Yan Hong blocked Xie Junhe's front with an arrow step.

A sword light flickered swiftly across Yan Hong's eyes. Completely caught her off guard. Suddenly, a line of blood cracked open in the jade muscle—the long sword slashed through the back of Yan Hong's hand.

Mo Yang's sword light was extremely fast and oppressive. This is exactly the same as Xie Junhe's sword, but Mo Yang's sword light carries exquisite spirituality. The pear flower sword taught by Jiang Shaoyun doesn't know if it's fortunate or unlucky.

The gloomy and cold copper mask reflected the sharp light of the sword. He seemed to want a quick fix.

However, the wide sleeves of the red rose, as if there was the breath of peach blossoms. At the same time, dozens of silver needles shot out like meteors with red threads, flying up and down in the air into a huge net, tightly entangled the threat on the opposite side.

With a clanging sound, the silver needle grazed the blade of the sword, and then whirled and clasped the blade tightly. Mo Yang's sword originally wanted to cut the silk thread, but unexpectedly, the silk thread didn't know what material it was, not only could it not be easily cut, but it split Mo Yang's sleeve into three cuts. Only then did he discover that there was a small metal blade hidden in the red line, which could withstand the advantages of the sword. Mo Yang should be glad that he was not too underestimated and hid quickly. Half a minute late, the flesh is broken, then the venom on the red line is a more lethal weapon.

Before she could fight back, the red line quickly retracted the bottom of her red sleeve.

A glamorous smile was thrown at the cold copper mask—the scholar felt that it had been wasted.

There are two things in Tianyuemen: one is a hidden weapon, and the other is poison. Unfortunately, the red is already known.

There was a vicious grin behind the cold brass mask.

In the dark, Yan Hong listened to the rough voice behind her and said, "There are two hits, I'll leave it to you!"

Looking back, the figures of Xie Junhe and Wang Hong had swept across the night sky, disappeared somewhere in the mountains and forests, and disappeared completely.

"Bastard, how dare you use the old lady as bait?" Yan Hong cursed, drawing a shiny nine-section whip from her waist. Crazy like a cloud, swishing and waving. Between the wind and dance, I saw a series of light wheels across the night sky, drawing into a magical pattern. For a while, the anger against Xie Junhe was completely vented to Mo Yang.

But at this time, Mo Yang didn't move at all.

Until, the barb at the tip of the nine-section whip was close to his chest, like a dragon with teeth and claws, almost devouring him.

At the critical moment, he saw the long sword in Mo Yang's hand roll abruptly, and the whip body was quickly tightened. A powerful vortex rose with the sword, tightening Crimson and the nine-section whip in her hand.

Rattling, it is a spark that rises from the friction of each tense joint. It was also the sound of red riding boots rubbing against the ground.

In the stalemate, Yan Hongzheng lost her defense line inch by inch, but Mo Yang's arm holding the sword became more powerful. When the power came, the bronze mask was even colder.

There was a crisp sound, and there was a light, which struck in Mo Yang's direction like a frisbee, but it hit the sword light hard. Yan Hong only felt a shake in her hand, and the sword on the opposite side instantly shot out a huge wave of qi.

The trembling nine-section whip shattered like stars in the air, and the barb suddenly reversed its direction towards the red.

Everything is out of control, both in the hands and under the feet. Scarlet almost fell to the ground.

It was extremely critical, but there was a burst of coldness blocking her chest, and in the loud bang, her arm was numb, and the nine-section whip fell to the ground in response. Her body was supported by the other shoulder.