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In the fierce battle with Yao Ren just now, in order to protect Yun Ran in his arms from harm, it was inevitable that he would be a little restrained and spend more energy and internal strength.

Nangong Mo raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a bottle of medicine from his arms, poured it into his palm, and pressed it randomly on the bleeding wound on his chest.

After treating the wound so simply and roughly, Nangong Mo stood up with Yun Ran in his arms and continued walking down the mountain.

But sometimes that's the case, the more you fear trouble, the more trouble will come to you.

He had just walked less than a hundred meters when a figure flashed before his eyes, and a man in black blocked his way.

A large black cloak rustled in the night wind, and a silver long sword exuded a cold light in the night.

Nangong Mo narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Ye Wushang!

That damn girl wants to protect the man she loves so much!

He's here again!

The target is...her?

Ye Wushang looked at him for a moment, and then his figure suddenly moved.

His movement was so fast that his body almost turned into a black shadow, but the long sword in his hand pulled out a dazzling sword flower, which struck Nangong Mo like a silver lightning.

When masters compete with each other, they can only be watched from a distance but not appreciated up close.

They couldn't clearly see the moves they were using. They could only feel the silver light suddenly appearing in the night sky, flashing continuously, like shooting stars and lightning, while the wind and clouds in the sky and the earth were changing in that area, rolling up thousands of layers of snow.

It can be vaguely seen that in the turbulent clouds, a white shadow is cold and elegant, and a black shadow is cold and ghostly, but they are both equally fast.

Some night birds flew out of the forest, neighing and flying into the distance.

I don’t know how long it took, but the storm dispersed, and the two figures slowly descended from the sky.

Ye Wushang put one knee on the ground, half-kneeling in the snow, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, and one-third of the sword body was submerged in the snow.

Vaguely, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

Those eyes that were as empty and indifferent as glass were quietly looking at Nangong Mo, who was nine steps away from the opposite side, with a very shallow fluctuation flashing across his eyes.

The man was injured and had to protect the woman in his arms, but he still had the upper hand and was far superior.

At this moment, Nangong Mo was also looking at Ye Wushang, his eyes dark and flickering, and his handsome face under the mask was covered with frost.

The all-out battle just now failed to seriously injure him, and he showed up several times to assassinate him. It was obvious that Yunran was his unrelenting target.

That girl knew him, but he didn't know her identity and just wanted to kill her.

But at this moment, the qi and blood in his body were retrograde, the true qi was disordered, and it seemed like a fire was burning the five internal organs. This was clearly... a precursor to the onset of the Nine Netherworld Curse.

But it’s clear that the poison has not yet appeared…

Suddenly, there was a sound piercing the sky in the night, and a feather arrow flew towards Yunran with a roar, aiming directly at Yunran in Nan Gongmo's arms.

Nangong Mo's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly flicked his sleeves, and a powerful and domineering inner force surged away, forcing the hidden arrow to change its direction and fly towards the path it came from at lightning speed. go.

A cry of pain came from the depths of the forest, and it was obviously a woman.

Nangong Mo also accelerated the retrograde flow of Qi and blood in his body due to the use of internal force, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!"

At this moment, Feng Xuan arrived with several shadow guards. He saw the situation in front of him from a distance, and his eyes were almost splitting.

"Master! I'm late!"

Feng Xuan suddenly drew out the sword from his waist and took the lead in killing Ye Wushang.

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