Chapter 188: Killing the encirclement 3

The figure was upside down, and the two chiefs in the left and right sides of the moon fell down one after another.
In the heart, a mark crossed and a fatal wound.
The swords and tails were revealed as they fell backwards. There were four more holes in the body of the moon, and four holes pierced by a sword, but even the skin of the moon was not scratched.
The difference is a thousand, lost in a thousand miles.
Haoyue’s calculation of the strength and orientation of the weapon’s attack is too precise.
The moonlight was cold, and the shadows of the attacks in the hands were stopped. They were all in the local area. They seemed to see incredible things. It was incredible that they had not been reflected by anyone in a flash.
The icy face flashed past the absolute arrogance, and the moon stepped forward.
Behind the black leader, holding a long sword, he fell down on the front, and the small wound on his chest had already rendered bright red flowers.
The white vest of the crescent, slightly infiltrated with a trace of blood.
It was she who stepped back and reached the tip of the black leader, and knocked it out. However, it was almost impossible to calculate the small injury.
The moonlight is empty, one faces, and the dust settles.
No one knows how she did it, what she did.
Together with the sound of the piano, the wind blade fluttered, and the moon swayed, and it immediately fell into the darkness.
In the sound of the piano, the people in the shadows reflected each other, and immediately they were shocked, and they rushed to the ground like lightning.
Either get it or destroy it at all costs. This is their task tonight.
No matter who is dead, the task is to be done, even if they have only one person left.
It’s cold and cold, and it’s a profit.
The shadows flashed and the shadows disappeared.
In a blink of an eye, the moon has sunk.
The woods on the outskirts of Lishui City.
The treetops danced gently in the breeze, bringing the sound of the silk. The fresh wind in the early spring was refreshing and pleasant. The sound of the river was heard from the ears, and the river wind smelled far and wet.
In the woods, Haoyue grabbed Yaoqin in one hand, while walking slowly in the direction of the river, the crescent moon was white and calm and self-sufficient in the night.