In the blink of an eye, Xie Junhe stood beside her again. Leng Fengyi peeked at the position where Xie Junhe was standing just now, under the moonlight, there was only white gray sand everywhere. It's not snow, but it's more powerful than snow.

No matter how invincible the Pear Flower Sword is, these white-clothed holy envoys can no longer harm people. Xie Jun and Yang Tian smiled indifferently.

The green clothes fell gracefully, like a fairy descending. Leng Fengyi half-suckled with an arrogant smile that cut off the red dust, and lowered her eyebrows and swept towards the immovable body under her feet. The white-clothed holy envoys in front of him were all disillusioned in the night.

Dead silence, except for Mo Yang's withered posture holding the broken sword—but also the despair of dying.

"Sure enough, women can't be provoked. Xie Junhe teased without a match.

She was breathing a sigh of relief, but she saw Mo Yang's copper mask swooping down on her eyes viciously, and a sudden gust of wind swept over, and she was instantly stunned by the air current. In a trance, Mo Yang's broken sword almost strangled her throat. I thought that this person should be captured with his hands tied, but even if there is only one broken sword left, he will still not die. There was a blazing hatred in the face!

Is there no way to survive anymore?

In a panic, he heard the sound of the sword in his ears, and the blade of the remnant sword crossed the broken sword, and he hit several times in a row. The corners of Xie Junhe's mouth were rippling with murderous intent. The continuous attack, really like the courage of thunder, pressed so hard that Mo Yang didn't even have a chance to parry, and only shrank behind the broken blade, lingering.

After all, such a blow was needed, Mo Yang only cared about receiving the move, and a fatal gap had leaked behind him.

Leng Fengyi raised her sword and stabbed straight at the poor back.

The copper mask slipped off Mo Yang's face, and the tip of Xie Junhe's sword picked off Mo Yang's disguise, revealing his face that was distorted like a rotting corpse from practice. A streak of blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. No matter how arrogant the smile is, it can't hide the deep loneliness between the eyebrows. Maybe he didn't expect that he didn't die under Xie Junhe's sword.

Leng Fengyi's sword had pierced his chest from his back, and the crimson blood was dripping silently down the blood trough. The beauty's extraordinarily pale face is a little weird because of the color of blood. Raising the sword, the blood splattered, staining the green clothes. Mo Yang's hand protected his heart, and he knelt on the ground with difficulty, supporting his body with a broken blade.

"It's your own fault...... he opened his lips and smiled at Xie Junhe.

Xie Junhe stared at the blood in Leng Fengyi's hand, and clearly felt breathless and depressed.

"Unexpectedly, the junior brother has achieved a lot now...... What's more, he didn't die under the remnant sword of his junior brother...... "He chattered, completely lost the decisiveness of the war, as if his blood was dry, and his spirit was also dissipated......

"Raising tigers is a problem, it is better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. Leng Fengyi broke Xie Junhe's heart - willing to pick off the opponent's copper mask, but unwilling to hurt his life, this is by no means like a former killer. It's also a swordsman who shouldn't be calm.

Xie Junhe lowered his head, his eyes darkened, and he put away his sword and stood with his hands behind his back.

The melancholy call of "Brother Mo......" seemed to come through time and space—at that time, he was still the skinniest disciple of the Blood Ghost Hall. At that time, Mo Yang's eyebrows had not yet been dyed with deadly killing intent, only a smile as simple as sunshine. At that time, Xie Junhe was full of anger and killed people just for a glass of wine. Who would have thought that a few years later, the fates of the two would be staggered to the opposite extreme!

Mo Yang spit out a few words with difficulty, and Leng Fengyi heard it clearly: "No regrets, but it's a pity to ......" He smiled, but as soon as the smile bloomed, he fell to the ground weakly.