The Infernal Killer Concubine: The Little Queen of Shura

Under the moonlight, in the snow valley, two men looked across the valley.

After a moment of silence, Ming Yue spoke first, "You are Zhuo Yang?!"

"It's me!" Zhuo Yang replied.

Mingyue's eyes turned cold, "You shouldn't have come!"

"Why?!" Zhuo Yang asked.

"You have come here, and you will never have the chance to compete with me on the battlefield again!" Mingyue said lightly, in an extremely flat tone, but full of confidence and arrogance.

Mingyue admired the military adviser who appeared in Ulan, so she wanted to compete with him on the battlefield, but that day he hurt Li Li on stage, and anyone who hurt Li Li would die !

Therefore, Mingyue said that Zhuo Yang had no chance to compete with him on the battlefield.

Because Zhuo Yang met him, so he was going to die tonight!

Zhuo Yang is very smart, so he heard Ming Yue's subtext.

"Do you think you can kill me?!" He asked back, with a rebellious and unruly tone in his tone.

"As long as I want, I can do it!" Mingyue said.

The tone is still calm, but it reveals absolute confidence.

As long as he wants to do something, he can do it, no matter what it is, no matter who he kills, it's that simple!

"As long as I don't want to die, no one can kill me!" Zhuo Yang confronted.

For Mingyue, he also appreciates it, has been keeping a low profile, not showing the mountains and not showing the water, once he makes a move, it will be earth-shattering.

In Zhuo Yang's mind, Mingyue is also an opponent worthy of his attention. However, as a man, Zhuo Yang also has his own pride, especially the man in front of him, who has a close relationship with that person.

"Then try it!"

Raising his hand, he calmly took out the long sword from the storage ring. It was the ink sword he had used when he fought Li Li in the arena.

Under the moonlight, the blade of the sword was as black as night, as if drawing out the darkest abyss, and the abyss revealed chill.

"it is good!"

There was some excitement in Mingyue's eyes.

Slowly bending over, he put the snow ball in his hand on the clean snow beside him, his figure flickered, and he disappeared in place.

A golden gun of light stabbed out soundlessly from less than a foot in front of Zhuo Yang, straight to his chest.

That is, Mingyue's gun!

Zhuo Yang turned sideways, picked up his sword, gave way to his spear, and the tip of the sword slanted at his arm.

Mingyue's figure silently appeared in front of his sword, she turned her arm back and retreated the spear, turning the stab into a sweep, and the golden light spear drew an arc-shaped afterimage in midair, sweeping towards Zhuo Yang's waist.

The long sword rubbed against the body of his gun, Zhuo Yang's wings spread slightly, and the man rose from the ground, bringing up a cloud of snow dust, and the light gun swept across, knocking all the snow dust away.

Turning over and going down, Zhuo Yang's long sword slanted down, a black long sword instantly turned into a black sword shadow, like a black cage completely enveloping the bright moon.

Mingyue turned a blind eye, just raised the spear, and stabbed straight upwards.

Ding!

The spear tip and the sword tip met in the air, making a crisp sound.

"it is good!"

Zhuo Yang praised lightly.

In the shadow of a black sword, Mingyue was ready to recognize the real sword. Mingyue really deserves this good name.

The gun and the sword are separated at the touch of a finger.

Mingyue stamped her feet and stabbed again, Zhuo Yang's side wings fluttered violently, and his body flew upside down towards the sky.

The two rushed into the air together, the spear and the sword had struck together more than ten times in an instant, and the sound of the collision was almost connected.

With a false step in midair, Mingyue's body was instantly lifted up, the spear in her hand was opened and closed, and wrapped in a golden glow, she drew a golden arc in midair.