Such people are not Ouyang Shaochen's opponents at all. Murong Xue asked this question, which clearly humiliated him!

Tuoba Hao's sharp eyes shot at Murongxue like arrows, and the burning anger in his eyes seemed to burn people.

Murongxue turned a blind eye and looked at him condescendingly: "Why don't you talk? Is it terrified ..."

"Of course not!" Tuoba Hao didn't think about it. He vetoed it. In Turke, there was only the defeated Grand Turkic prince, and there was no unsuccessful Grand Turkic prince. Since Murong Xue wanted to watch the fight, he succeeded her.

"Which of you shot, Ouyang Shaochen? Xunfeng? Or Wuzhen?" Tuoba Hao's sharp eyes swept Ouyang Shaochen, Xunfeng, Wuchen three people, full of alertness.

"Neither!" Murong Xue shook his head gently: "This time I will shoot!"

The voice fell, Murongxue's wrist turned, and the soft sword in his hand came out, bringing up a cold and cold man, and stabted towards Tuobahao mercilessly: Tuobahao brought her to Turk, she wanted to teach Tuobahao It's been a long time since she met the right opportunity today, but she was disrespectful ...

Tuoba Hao's eyes flashed a surprise, even if she shot, then he was relieved!

Slowly, he pulled out the big sword that was worn around his waist, and Tuoba Hao rushed towards Murongxue's soft sword ...

Aftermath of the wind, leaves drifting, Hanmang flashes, sword shadows come and go.

The soft sword in Murongxue's hands was extremely sharp, and the cold light illuminated the sky. The sharp and dazzling cold light flashed in front of Tuoba Hao, so he had to squint slightly, the contempt in his heart disappeared, and he played twelve. The spirit of the split meets Murong Xue.

Dozens of strokes have passed between the two of them, and Tuobahao's face is calm and calm, but his heart has turned upside down.

He originally thought that Ouyang Shaochen was a peerless master, Xunfeng, Wuhen was a first-class master. He, a wounded and poisoned person, is not their opponent at all, but he still has a weak Murong Xue With a full grasp of victory, I did not expect that Murong Xue was not at all delicate. Her martial arts improved a lot compared with a few days ago. He chose to fight her, and it was a bit miscalculated ...

Murongxue didn't know what he was thinking, a sword stabbed, punctured Tuoba Hao's arm, and a long blood stain was drawn, Yin red blood oozed out, dyed red sleeves ...

Tuoba Hao's eyes flicked and quickly backed away. He didn't want to. Murongxue swung another sword and stabbed Tuoba Hao's wrist. Tuoba Hao's hand suddenly loosened, and the long sword in his hand fell, To ...

Murongxue's wrist turned again, the soft sword in his hand cut through the sky, and placed on Tuobahao's neck: "Prince Tuoba, you lost!"

The sharp blade was close to Tuobahao's neck. As long as he dared to move, the soft sword would cut his neck. Tuobahao's face was blue, and his hand was covering his injured wrist. He looked at Murong Xue coldly: "You What about you? Did you kill this prince? "

"Does the grand prince think that what he has done should not be killed?" Murongxue's eyes were cold: he took her to Turkic humiliation, sent troops to round her up, pile by pile, and everything was pushing her on the road, if she It is a weak woman who does not understand martial arts. She has been tossed to life by Tuobahao. She kills Tuobahao in revenge.

There is also the three Turkic princes, who are also the accomplices of Tuoba Hao!

Murongxue turned to see the third prince, but he saw that the place where the third prince had just stood was empty, and there was still the shadow of the third prince.

Murong Xue was stunned and immediately sneered: "Great prince, your third brother has escaped!" Before she finished fighting with Tuoba Hao, she ran away, and she silently escaped, ignoring Tuoba Hao completely. Life and death ...