Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 50 The first edge 5
The speed was so fast that everyone only saw a black silhouette passing by.

Mingyue was shocked, the sword in her hand was taken away under her high defense, and it was taken away so easily, fortunately, the person who took the sword was the leader.

Ming Ye was the first to realize that he was hiding something, but unfortunately, he didn't take it to heart.Lifting the Mingshang sword also flew out of the thatched cottage.

Chu Han and the others immediately followed.

Mo Yang turned his back to the crowd, and his black robe looked particularly eye-catching in the plum blossom forest. The contrast between black and white was so strong, but it gave people such an ethereal feeling, as if a flash would disappear.

Ming Ye looked at the slender black figure, and was in a daze for a moment. Who is he?As if such a person should not exist, Ming Ye's pupils shrank slightly to get rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind.

The ice-blue sword light pierced fiercely.

Mo Yang turned around and swung his sword to meet him, making the sound of metal colliding.

Ming Ye was shocked, such an ordinary sword did not break under the collision of Ming Shang Sword, which shows that the person holding the sword has deep internal strength.Immediately, the sword became fierce.

After dozens of moves, Mo Yang was still able to handle it freely, only defending but not attacking. She had no actual combat experience, so she first explored Ming Ye's bottom, and then found out the flaws. She was not afraid of losing, because she had Chu Han as her backing.

Ming Ye has already realized that his opponent is not an ordinary hidden person, and he regrets fighting alone. Now I am afraid it will be a fierce battle, either you die or I die, life and death!Then he exerted all his strength, and suddenly, a blue light appeared.

Seeing this, Mo Yang didn't dare to neglect his sword power.

In an instant, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, if you don't pay attention, you will be killed by the opponent's sword.

The people outside the Plum Blossom Grove looked more and more frightened, the sword shadow was so beautiful, but it was so cold and bloodthirsty.

The more Chu Han watched, the more frightened he became, the silver needle in his hand was ready to go.

The powerful airflow swayed like ripples, and suddenly, the petals of the sky were wrapped in snow, floating up and down.

The sword movement was so fast that most people outside the plum blossom forest couldn't see it clearly. They saw that the red plums in the sky seemed to have turned into pink snowflakes, which was really beautiful.

Mo Yang gasped slightly, a few strands of hair fell from the bundle, some of which had been cut off by Ming Ye's sword, and looked a little messy; the silver mask fell off at some point, hanging on a red plum tree, glowing Cold light; the imprint on the right cheek is becoming more and more coquettish, contrasting with the red plum blossom, it seems very alive; a trace of blood flashes in the pupil, and the bloodthirsty light is getting colder.

Ming Ye's sword was about to reach Mo Yang's neck, however, when his eyes rested on Mo Yang's face, the sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably, for a moment he couldn't use any words to describe the person in front of him, especially the one under the corner of his eyes. That weird flower is charming, coquettish, evil, and bloodthirsty, and those breathtaking eyes are actually blood-colored, making people tremble involuntarily in the depths of their hearts, like, like Shura in hell.

At a moment of astonishment in Ming Ye, Mo Yang swung his sword to block the sword that was close at hand, and palmed out with his left hand, Ming Ye immediately reacted, and took the palm vigorously.

Both of them took a few steps back, and Mo Yang already felt that he was brushing against the snow, and the sword in his hand picked up a white plum, and the tip of the sword was cold, and the white plum flew out like an arrow off the string, quickly passing through the air , Bai Xue, pierced the opponent's chest straight.

Mingye closed his incredible and frightened eyes and fell down. The icy blue sword light suddenly disappeared. The white plum was dyed red, swaying in the cold wind, like a red plum, and Baixue was also dyed red. , little by little.

The wind stopped, everything returned to calm, and tiny snowflakes floated in the blue sky.

Mo Yang stood quietly, adjusting his breath.

(End of this chapter)