Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

Chapter citation:

Do you say no clothes?Dress with your son.

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A clear sword sound was heard as it was unsheathed, and a sword engraved with a snake's tail crossed in front of Udal's eyes.

The finger bones holding the sword hilt are white, the back of the hand is made of jade, and the cyan blood vessels under the skin can be vaguely seen. The wrist is slender and the ulna is prominent. It is an extremely beautiful hand.

The cold light from the sword shone in Udal's eyes, and he was shaken away by a huge force. The hands holding the hammers hit the ground, barely able to stabilize his retreating figure.

"You actually know how to use martial arts?"

"I never said I wouldn't."

The white-clothed King Yong'an held a sword in one hand, sat on a white horse, and looked down at him.

"Do you think that since I can't lift it with my hands, I call the sword boy to carry the sword as a decoration?"

"You actually..."

Udal really thinks so.

Even the surrounding Cui Huan and Yin Linwei thought so.

Regardless of the shock, Cui Huan took advantage of Fang Yuran's daze and swung his spear away, sweeping him away.

Yan Wuzhou sneered and joined the battle with the Yinlin Guards over there. It seemed that his senior brother had extraordinary abilities. Although his cultivation was banned, he would never be inferior to others in terms of force.

The situation around them suddenly reversed. Yinlin Guards and Cui Huan were even more powerful. The Mongolian soldiers quickly fell into a disadvantage and no longer had an advantage due to numbers!

Mu Qing jumped off the horse and took the initiative to attack Udal, who was as strong as a giant bear on the opposite side with his sword.

The figure is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the shadow of the sword is like the flowing wind blowing back into the snow.

Udal dodged the sword moves in front of him that were like flowing clouds and flowing water. His brute force was so powerful that he was unable to resist this move and could only keep defending.

The white robes were flying, and the air around him was filled with the sound of swords. Just one glance, and he felt as if he was startling a giant or a swimming dragon.

Udal's hammer seemed to have been struck on cotton, and he could only lift up King Yong'an's clothes and hairband in front of him. Every time the soft spring breeze passed over his body, there was a deep cut mark that could be seen in the bone.

There were more and more wounds on his body, like being cut with a knife, and there was no place without sharp pain.

The silver thread on King Yong'an's robe shines brightly, and his moves seem to be slow and slow, but his eyes can only catch the shadow of the sword light. The young man's posture is like an orchid, hesitating in the corner of the mountain, and his figure is like a towering figure, about to fly away. Soar.

The body flies quickly, and the slightest step produces dust.

Forced by this sword attack, Udal retreated step by step. His mentality immediately collapsed, and the voice in his head could no longer be suppressed.

——"Free yourself and unlock the last restriction!"

He looked up to the sky and roared! His eyes instantly turned red as blood, and the air around him seemed to freeze for a moment, and then divided into multiple strands of madness flowing around him.

The young man in white had clear eyes and chuckled softly.

"I'm waiting for you to take this step. Let me take a closer look. What kind of demon power is it?"

"F*ck! He actually has demonic power in his body. No wonder he suddenly became stronger just now!" Yan Wuzhou kicked a Mongolian soldier away as he spoke and shouted towards Mu Qing: "Brother, do you want to help?"

"No need."

After throwing away the two words, Mu Qing raised his sword again, this time with a completely different momentum. He changed his previous playful sword moves and quickly rushed forward, facing Udal who had just opened his sword.

He raised his hammers, stared at Mu Qing with his red and terrifying eyes, and rushed towards Mu Qing while roaring.

"It's quite impressive."

Mu Qing pursed her lips slightly, the sword in her hand was slanted in the cold wind, and her figure floated past for a moment.

With just one strike of the sword, blood bloomed on his neck and splashed three feet!

King Yong'an raised his sword sideways. The sword's blade was silvery and not stained with blood.

Udal fell slowly.

There was a slight gurgling sound in his throat, but he was still breathing. His eyes were fixed on the white figure standing a few feet away.