Chapter 12

"No need." The voice of indifference rings, and Ryukyu's body shape has been forced into Murong spring water.

A flash of sullen in his eyes, dare to be mad at him, he will let her pay the price.

The body is flashed with lightning. One sword stabs at the Ryukyu moon.

Ryukyu didn't look at the sharp sword coming from the sharp stab. His body shape ran into the tip of the sword. However, the long sword in his hand directly picked Murong Chunshui's throat.

Fight for your life.

It's a duel. People watching the scene were immersed in it. No one thought that Ryukyu's move was a duel.

Murong Chunshui frowns. Who is going to die with her? At present, the sword front turns and the foot moves.

As soon as the foot moved, the sword in his hand was still in the air. Suddenly, the moon in front of him disappeared. Before he could react, a cold thing on his neck suddenly came up. The shiver and edge made Murong's face white for a moment.

"You lost." Standing behind Murong Chunshui, the soft sword in his hand points to Murong Chunshui's neck and the cold way of the moon.

She didn't learn the skill of fighting with others. She learned the skill of killing people. It's not fancy martial arts, but the skill of killing.

He doesn't deserve to fight with his life.

For a moment, all the Murong family standing on the edge were shocked and could not close their mouths.

One move, just one move. Murong Chunshui, the third youngest generation of Murong family, was defeated by her.

God, it's unbelievable.

The sun is shining in the yard, but it can't cover the murderous atmosphere in the middle of the yard.

"Pa, PA, Pa." A burst of drums and applause sounded, and two people stepped into the gate of the courtyard again. One of them, a gentle young man, was clapping his hands with a smile on his face.

The other is the old man of Murong mansion. Today's birthday, Murong is invincible.

Sixty year old people, but a trace of drooping old momentum are not, as capable as the prime of life.

"Ryukyu, put down your sword and point at your elder brother like this. What do you look like?" Murong Wudi looked at Ryukyu with shining eyes. His words seemed to blame, but all people could hear the joy and maintenance inside.

The military generals of Murong family were born, and force was the decisive factor of all positions.

"Yes, don't call him a joke, Ryukyu. Come here. See you, Prince." Murong Yi's face was slightly red with excitement at this time, and he said to Ryukyu with a smile.