Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 113: You Can’t Know Suffering until You’re Deep in Love (5)

Flying to catch the long sword thrown by Bizhu, he tapped his toes lightly on the peach blossom branch, and the white figure flew towards the three wrestling with each other in mid-air.

"Get out of the way." Shouting softly to Feng Qinghan and Ye Lingmo, Xuanyuan Yuewu raised the long sword in her hand with one hand, and pulled out the white blade with the hilt in her right hand. In an instant, the entire Peach Blossom Forest There was a piercing cold air in all of them.

With a slight twist of his wrist, he swung his sword in the air, snowflakes flew for ten miles, and even Feng Qinghan and Ye Lingmo couldn't stand the scorching cold.

Although the two of them had heard that once the Tingxue sword was drawn out of its sheath, it would be snowed ten miles away and covered with cold light, but they didn't know that the sword energy emanating from this sword was so cold.

Xuanyuan Yuewu's powerful sword light overwhelmed the black sword light swung by the man in black, and flew towards him with countless flying snowflakes.

The man in black didn't expect Xuanyuan Yuewu to have the real Tingxue sword in his hand. Seeing that the sword light was about to hit him, he quickly squeezed a formula with his right hand on his chest, and the black figure disappeared into the air.

The three of them held their weapons and looked around vigilantly. Ye Lingmo, who was farther away from Xuanyuan Yuewu, suddenly felt the air flow behind him fluctuate slightly.

As soon as Ye Lingmo's figure moved, Feng Qinghan and Xuanyuan Yuewu waved the long swords in their hands, and the two sword lights flew towards the place where Ye Lingmo had just stood.

A wisp of black smoke was cut across the waist by two sword lights, and fell into a peach forest in the distance, immediately destroying a large peach tree.

Ye Lingmo, who had escaped the catastrophe, quickly retreated to the inner side of the peach forest. The bamboo garden behind him was full of flames, but in front of him it was freezing cold. Standing in a peach tree, Ye Lingmo felt that there was a double sky of ice and fire. a feeling of.

Ye Lingmo, who had just taken a breath, was about to open his mouth to say something to Xuanyuan Yuewu, when a gust of wind quickly came towards him from the left side.

Ye Lingmo hurriedly jumped to the side, who knew that his body had just landed on the peach tree beside him, as if someone had punched him in the chest, a fishy and sweet smell overflowed from his throat, and the red figure fell In the peach forest, he took several steps back to stabilize his figure.

Seeing that Ye Lingmo was fine, Xuanyuan Yuewu in mid-air squinted her phoenix eyes and looked around, making every move.If Ye Lingmo had been slower to react, that palm just now would have killed him.

Feng Qinghan on the other side swung a few more sword lights towards Ye Lingmo's position as early as when Ye Lingmo was hit by someone.

Out of the corner of Xuanyuan Yuewu's eyes, she saw the branches of a peach tree trembling slightly, and the white silk in her hand flew towards the top of the peach tree without hesitation.

As Xuanyuan Yuewu's white silk hit the place above the peach tree, a muffled hum resounded in the air.Seeing this, Feng Qinghan at the side held the hilt of his sword with both hands, and slashed towards the peach tree.

The sword light was flying all around, and the powerful sword energy rolled up countless petals around, and the flying petals mixed with white snowflakes. The scene had an indescribably strange beauty.

Looking up at a place where snowflakes and peach blossom petals gathered in mid-air, Xuanyuan Yuewu put away the white silk, leaped forward, and stabbed at the man in black with the sword in one hand.

Ye Lingmo in the peach blossom forest spat out a mouthful of blood, looked up at the movement in the midair, picked up a flower branch cut off by the sword energy and put it on the bow, facing the human figure condensed with snowflakes and petals in the midair, Waiting for the best moment to make a move.

(End of this chapter)