Chapter 186: Kill out the encirclement 1

Cold moon cold, between life and death.
The cold eyes of Haoyue suddenly flashed, and the murderousness in the eyes swarmed out. It was not cold, but a kind of murderous explosion, an absolute breath of death.
A kind of lore that only possesses Murong’s moon.
The four people who came to the air were surprised, such murderous, chilly, and iron.
In the hands of Yaoqin a wave, Haoyue one finger to pick up the strings on the piano, the backhand grabbed, and did not look at the black man who was cut behind him.
The sword is hollow, and the string is like a sharp sword. It passes by, and it is as fast as a meteor.
I saw the string of the sword that was cut in the moon and crossed it. I didn’t wait for the sword to cut to her back. The string that is as thin as the hair has been firmly on the air The black man's chest.
Silver and white flashed, a little red rose on the black man's chest, the string of hair as the hair has been retroreflected.
No blood was splashing, and under the black clothes, almost nothing could be seen.
Only the black man’s eyes were round and round.
I don’t even look at the black man behind me. The moon is recycled, the fingertips are picked again, and the strings are crossed.
However, he leaned back and turned back to 90 degrees.
The sword behind him was still in the air, and the figure of the black man who had swept over had not changed. It was as if he had sent himself to the sword of the black man.
The three people who rushed around were stunned and blinked. This is the month of the month.
Three swords light, flying from the air.
Electric light flint.
I saw a silver light flashing through the night, almost no one saw it.
At the same time, Haoyue had already leaned back to the sword of the black man behind him, and the body almost retreated to the arms of the black man who came down.
In front of her, the three chiefs have already rushed to the sword, and the sword moves and falls.
The silver light flashed and the four people arrived.
The dust settled.
Everything is only a moment, and the people outside the circle have almost not seen anything yet, and they have already fixed their style.