Chapter 12 (1/2)

”No need.” The voice of indifference rings, and Ryukyu's body shape has been forced into Murong spring water.

A flash of sullen in his eyes, dare to be mad at him, he will let her pay the price.

The body is flashed with lightning. One sword stabs at the Ryukyu moon.

Ryukyu didn't look at the sharp sword coming from the sharp stab. His body shape ran into the tip of the sword. However, the long sword in his hand directly picked Murong Chunshui's throat.

Fight for your life.

It's a duel. People watching the scene were immersed in it. No one thought that Ryukyu's move was a duel.

Murong Chunshui frowns. Who is going to die with her? At present, the sword front turns and the foot moves.

As soon as the foot moved, the sword in his hand was still in the air. Suddenly, the moon in front of him disappeared. Before he could react, a cold thing on his neck suddenly came up. The shiver and edge made Murong's face white for a moment.

”You lost.” Standing behind Murong Chunshui, the soft sword in his hand points to Murong Chunshui's neck and the cold way of the moon.

She didn't learn the skill of fighting with others. She learned the skill of killing people. It's not fancy martial arts, but the skill of killing.

He doesn't deserve to fight with his life.