Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

The moves of Yan Qiaotian and Mo Jiutian are somewhat similar. This is because over the years, Yan Qiaotian has opened Tianxue Mountain, and he has gained a new understanding of martial arts moves, so he watched Mo Jiutian pull out from his waist. He smiled slightly, and pulled out the Qingming sword from his waist.

Mo Jiutian's long sword is longer than his Qingming sword. The long sword can reach farther places, while the short sword is more flexible and ingenious, so both have their own advantages. It only depends on whose hand the sword is in. Can dance differently.

On the snowy ground, I saw two beams of white light slowly dancing into the sky, the figures of Yan Qiaotian and Mo Jiutian could not be seen clearly for a long time, only the white light could be vaguely seen like fireflies all over the sky, it looked really beautiful .

Holding the Qingming sword, Yan Qiaotian tried to get as close as possible to Mo Jiutian, but the other party seemed to have expected it, so before Yan Qiaotian got close, he fled from Yan Qiaotian's sword like a smooth loach Pass.

But even so, Yan Qiaotian and Mo Jiutian were still tightly entangled, his Qingming sword could not get close to the opponent's body, but the opponent's long sword was always dodged by him very lightly.

This is a protracted battle. For Yan Qiaotian, it can be delayed as long as it can. At least Wu Fuqian will have a greater chance of being found.

For Mo Jiutian, the longer the delay, the better, because the opportunity he is waiting for can only be implemented when the other party is exhausted.

The two fought absent-mindedly like this, until the sun reached the top of their heads, and then fell to the west mountain again. After dusk, the setting sun shone on the snow on the top of the mountain, reflecting dazzling rays of light, which dazzled both of them.

After a whole day of confrontation, both sides seemed a little tired. Yan Qiaotian didn't hear the good news from Qiu Yeliang's messenger, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered. Mo Jiutian obviously saw something, so he took advantage of the emptiness , A long sword pierced Yan Qiaotian's lower abdomen.Although Yan Qiaotian pulled out of his body in time, dazzling blood red still oozes from the snow-white gown.

Yan Qiaotian's footsteps were a little unsteady, the stab wound was not serious to him, he just regretted being distracted at this time, this is the big taboo of people in the world.

"Hmph, do you know where Wu Fu is?" Mo Jiutian didn't stop the moves in his hands, but asked very clearly in his mouth.

Yan Qiaotian was startled, and couldn't help but secretly yelled: "It's not good."

"He died. Just before I came here today, I ended his life with the long sword in my hand. Hahaha, Yan Qiaotian, is this a surprise to you?" Mo Jiutian laughed. The sound echoed in the valley, and also echoed in Yan Qiaotian's heart at the same time.

died?How could he die?

Yan Qiaotian asked himself countless times in his heart, death, how could someone like him die?

No, definitely not.

The movements in Mo Jiutian's hands danced even more wildly. Compared with before, not only was it much stronger, but it also seemed to be much more powerful.

While Yan Qiaotian dealt with Mo Jiutian in embarrassment, his mood had already dropped to the bottom. Although he knew that the other party might be lying to him, but even so, he couldn't help but wonder what should he do if it was true?

Finally, when Yan Qiaotian was distracted, Mo Jiutian stabbed the air with his sword, but after turning around quickly, he printed a heavy palm on Yan Qiaotian's chest. It was this palm that made Yan Qiaotian's body It flew out quickly and landed heavily on the ground.

Yan Qiaotian's body sank deeply into the snow, he held his chest, blood spat out on the snow-white ground with a puff,

"You lied." Yan Qiaotian said weakly.

Mo Jiutian took off his filial piety clothes, and the clothes he was wearing were covered with bloodstains from top to bottom. He pointed to the bloodstains on his body and said, "Haha, don't you believe this?"

Yan Qiaotian looked at the glaring blood, resisted the pain in his chest, struggled to stand up, and said with a bitter smile: "Since he is dead, what else do I have to worry about, it's time for you to see Ming Tian The power of the eight moves." After speaking, Yan Qiaotian raised the sword in front of his chest, and he shook it slightly, and the sword gradually became covered with purple mist, and as Yan Qiaotian's hands trembled slightly, The fog was getting thicker and thicker.

"The eight moves of Mingtian?" Mo Jiutian stared at all of this suspiciously. Not only did he find this move very strange, but also in the duel just now, the kung fu performed by Angel Yan Qiao was almost the same as his own. He learned a new move, so he asked nervously, "Could it be that the old man taught you something else behind his back?"

"You'll know soon." Yan Qiao had just finished speaking, but his body had already flown out, his sword was in the air like a huge purple dragon covering Mo Jiutian's head infinitely.

Mo Jiutian raised his sword to pierce a hole, but as soon as his sword touched Yan Qiaotian's sword energy, he was thrown out heavily. With Mo Jiutian's counterattack, the sword energy that was like a big net became stronger and stronger. It became more and more intense, and finally shook the sword in Mo Jiutian's hand.

"Yan Qiaotian, if you exhaust your true energy, you will die." Mo Jiutian looked at the sword net that was getting closer and closer. He knew that he could not resist this strong aura no matter what, but He wanted to struggle one last time, so he roared loudly.

Yan Qiaotian pointed his sword at the top of Mo Jiutian's head, not only did he not take back his true energy, but instead let out all the true energy in his body, this time he just wanted to solve all the troubles thoroughly.

With a loud bang, everything on the top of the mountain returned to calm, and there were two figures lying on the ground, one was slightly ups and downs, and the other seemed to have lost its breath.

When Qiu Yeliang came to the top of the mountain, it was already dark. Holding a torch, he managed to find the two people covered in snow.

Yan Qiaotian had already breathed his last breath, while Mo Jiutian went where he needed to go with his grandfather Tianxue.

Qiu Yeliang quickly carried Yan Qiaotian on his shoulders, and asked his subordinates to take off their own clothes and cover him, hoping to warm him up.

This time Yan Qiaotian finally saw what kind of nightmare he was having. In his dream, he saw Wu Fuqian being pierced in the chest by a sword. His chest was bleeding as he walked forward while muttering. He muttered, "Help me, Xiao Lang, save me."

Standing in the distance, Yan Qiaotian looked at Wu Fuqian who was approaching him step by step, and couldn't help showing a smile, and said softly, "I'm here, you won't be alone anymore."

After finishing speaking, he quickly walked up to him, hugged the other party into his arms, and whispered in the other party's ear: "I love you, I love you."