After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 953

"Hehe!" The man on the horseback chuckled, with an indescribable arrogance.

Before Su Chenyang could react, the sharp blade in her hand suddenly came out of its sheath.

Lightning fast!

The cold light flickered, bringing up a murderous wind that seemed to be real, and the sharp blades rushed towards it with swirling snowflakes.

The killing spirit approached instantly.

Su Chenyang smiled faintly, watching her rushing figure.

The frantic sword slashed at the head, and the moves were extremely fierce, deadly, without leaving any room for it.

Ling Yue and Ling Yang who were standing on one side glanced at each other suspiciously. This was no longer a simple discussion, it was clearly...

assassinate!

When she struck with the second sword, Su Chenyang quickly spread out the fan.

There was the sound of weapons colliding, and her fatal blow was like a stone sinking into the sea without ripples.

She steadied herself and landed on the horse's back again.

Only then did she really examine the man in front of her. It turned out that his martial arts were so high.

After a moment of dead silence, the heavy snow rolled up, the wind suddenly picked up, and the Wanggui Sword with a glaring cold light suddenly struck towards him like a sharp blade.

Su Chenyang moved her wrist slightly, and the scarf she covered her face dropped instantly, and fell to the ground, shattered.

Her pale face also appeared in his eyes.

Su Chenyang frowned slightly, and looked at her calmly, "In such weather, Prime Minister Chi even specially sent her off, Gudang is really grateful."

She looked up at him, her red lips curled up slightly, "We have just met, why should the monarch be polite to me?"

As soon as the words fell, Yin Jiuqing suddenly jumped up.

In the silver-clad world, her figure was erratic like a ghost, her bare hands were flying, and the Wanggui sword in her hand struck again.

With a determination to make the sword bloody.

In the snow, weapons meet and dance with snowflakes.

Seeing that the tip of the knife was approaching Su Chenyang's eyebrows, his toes seemed to be pointless in the air, but his whole body jumped up in an instant, his posture was like a dragon, graceful like a butterfly, and light like a swallow.

A crisp sound sounded, and the tip of the knife grazed his gorgeous robe and continued to move forward.

When the two passed by, there was a sudden blunt sound, and Yin Jiuqing leaned forward a little, a mouthful of blood spilled from his red lips.

The man fell lightly to the ground, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Chi Xiang, you lost."

In the rain and snow, she knelt on one knee, holding the long sword in one hand, with a faint smile on her lips, looking at Su Chenyang like this.

The man's skin was as white as jade, and his black hair was casually tied up with a hair band. Blown by the cold wind, he merged with the world.

He is beautiful, magnificent and eye-catching, but without the slightest trace of femininity.

Under the handsome and charming appearance, there is a kind of grace that has been treated kindly by time.

The sky is overcast and cloudy, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the thin crescent moon is hidden in the stratus clouds, embellishing the already quiet forest even darker.

Yin Jiuqing raised her hand and vigorously wiped off the blood on the corner of her lips, her murderous eyes fixed on him.

"My lord, today, either you die or I die!"

The wind blew violently, and the withered branches trembled in the snow. She stood up with difficulty, holding the Wanggui sword fiercely with both hands, and slowly tightened it.

Su Chenyang's eyes gradually became solemn, and he saw a murderous look in Chi Jiu's eyes.

It was a kind of undying determination, but...

Why did he have any enmity with this young man, so that he was so aggressive every step of the way, just because of those little things when he first arrived in Qingbei?

(End of this chapter)