The blade collided with the cold iron claw, and sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the man's eyes exposed under the cloth scarf.
Mo Siyu stared at those eyes, Mo pupil shrank sharply: "It's him!"
"Who?" Chu Chuyan asked.
"The killer who drove me into the forbidden area's cliff, I remember his weapon and figure, and he used cold iron claws." After Mo Siyu finished speaking, he held the dagger, covered his face, and faced the man in black rushed over.
Chu Chuyan also covered his face, and then joined the fight.
It was originally a one-on-one fight, but because two people were involved, the scene suddenly became chaotic. Although the night was dark and windy, and there was no moonlight, the martial arts practitioners had excellent eyesight, at least they could see that person Han Tie The sparks that exploded from the collision of claws and swords.
Mo Siyu had a deep-rooted hatred for this person, and with the assistance of Chu Chuyan, every move was like a god's help, and the short knife was fatal.
Soon, the man was cut all over by Mo Siyu's dagger and short knife, full of scars.
Seeing this situation, the other man in black slowly retreated a little farther away, and once again retreated to the big branch, sitting silently admiring the scene:
Not bad, the little girl's skills have become sharper, and her kung fu has improved a lot. It seems that she has experienced a lot of experience after entering the forbidden area. At a young age, her fighting kung fu has already caught up with her mother. Not only is she beautiful flower shelf.
These two people can be considered to have a perfect understanding, and the cooperation is seamless, it seems that he is a bit redundant as an older brother, so it's better to just appreciate it.
Mo Chengyue took out the melon seeds, leaned them on the branch, and admired them with great interest...
Qingmu's cold iron claw turned sharply, grasped Chu Chuyan's long sword, and folded it hard, thinking that it would break the long sword, but unexpectedly the long sword was soft, like water, and extremely sharp.
Chu Chuyan shook his long sword, and the long sword that was invincible just now was as soft as a rope, wrapped around Qingmu's cold iron claws like seaweed, pulled hard, and the cold iron claws on his fingers were unexpectedly caught by Chu Chuyan. Chuyan was torn off by Shengsheng and fell to the ground.
At the same time, Mo Siyu raised the knife in his hand, and the blade of the short knife stabbed the man in black's chest.
The figure of the man in black moved like a shadow, and he stepped back suddenly. Mo Siyu's dagger pierced into the shoulder of the man in black.
Mo Siyu turned her wrist, she was too close, she heard the sound of his bones breaking.
The man in black twitched in pain, and slapped Mo Siyu's chest with his other hand, but Chu Chuyan blocked it in time with his long sword.
Chu Chuyan put his other hand around Mo Siyu's waist, pulled him away, and blocked him behind him.
Mo Siyu turned his head, and saw that Chu Chuyan's long sword had wrapped around the other cold iron claw of the man in black. When he pulled hard, the cold iron claw on his fingertips fell to the ground. .
Chu Chuyan withdrew his long sword and shook it vigorously. The long sword was about to stab at the man in black's chest, but he saw the man in black pull out a black bullet from his arms and smash it on the ground.
In an instant, thick fog rose, and Mo Siyu quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes, nose and mouth.
Chu Chuyan closed his eyes in time, pricked up his ears, and heard the slight sound of the blade cutting through the air. When the long knife stabbed Mo Siyu's chest, Chu Chuyan held the long sword and pointed at the man holding the knife in time. The hand slashed across.
The long sword slashed across the wrist of the man in black, as if it had pierced the man's meridian. The man was bleeding like a torrent, and he dropped the knife in his hand, taking advantage of the thick smoke, and fled in a hurry.
Chu Chuyan closed his eyes, hugged Mo Siyu horizontally, and withdrew from the thick smoke. He was relieved when he could no longer smell the smell of the smoke, and asked, "How are you?"