The time seemed to stop for a moment. The people in the surrounding area all stopped their hands. Looking here, the dust should have settled.

In the small encirclement, Ryukyu stood in the middle, slightly lowered his head, and pierced three long swords on his body. Behind her, the sword of the leader in black, the vest that was right against Ryukyu, had penetrated her clothes.

The moon is bright, everything is clear.

All the people around are relieved. It seems that it has been solved.

In the small encirclement, the leader in blue, who was opposite to the front of Ryukyu, was completely twisted, holding the long sword in his hand, but his body was shaking, with absolute shock and panic in his eyes.

"You, you..."

The sound of the piano splashed with blood.

The blue clothed man opposite to the Ryukyu moon has a blood mark on his neck. At the same time, his chest is splashed with blood, and a long scar bursts out.

The blood color spread and the silk flowed out.

The man in blue held the sword in his hand and slowly fell back.

The sharp sword body was drawn from Ryukyu's body, but there was no trace of blood. He only penetrated Ryukyu's clothes.

Ryukyu raised his head slowly with his head slightly lowered. There was no killing in his eyes, and there was no murderous spirit in his body.

Only cold, belong to the cold moon.

No one saw the murderous spirit belonging to Murong Ryukyu, because the four leaders came so well and the gap surrounded by the direction was not exposed.

So they saw it, but none of the others saw it.

The murderous spirit of Ryukyu was only deeply left in their eyes.

There were a few murmurs in my throat, but I couldn't say a word.

The two leaders on the left and right sides of Ryukyu looked at Ryukyu in horror, trying to say something, but at last they only saw Ryukyu surrounded by them, with a cold smile on his face.

Charming and handsome.