Both worlds are like dreams

The four men stopped talking and attacked her again with their scimitars.

Snow Phoenix's body was suddenly filled with cold air, and countless snow and wind froze her. Countless ice blades condensed behind her, shooting out like a rain of arrows.

The four men in black were immediately engulfed by the wind and snow, but in just a moment, one of them broke through the wind and snow and flew up to hit the Snow Phoenix with a palm.

The fierce palm wind was so strange that Xue Huang felt as if a huge rock from a mountain was rushing towards her. She had no way to defend herself and could only gather the sword in front of her to block it.

However, the opponent easily broke her moves and knocked her out fiercely.

Xue Huang managed to steady her body with the help of the wind and snow behind her. She frowned deeply, what a strange power.

The masked man looked at her face and said, "You are no match for us with your own strength. Hand over your things. This is your last chance."

"I can not understand what you say."

"court death!"

The man in black said coldly, broke through her wind and snow, and rushed over again.

Xue Huang gathered cold air in her palms again. Just as she was about to take action, several streams of icy air suddenly emerged from behind her, like vines, and rushed straight towards the masked men.

For a moment, several people were forced to stop attacking and looked behind her.

Xue Huang also turned around to look at the figure who was walking slowly towards him. He was dressed in blood-red clothes, with flying black hair, holding two swords, and his feet were paved with ice. He looked like a god of death walking out of hell, evil and noble.

Her brows furrowed slightly, "Why is it you?"

The corners of Mo Yunchen's mouth curled up in an evil arc, and seemed to carry a trace of tenderness, "Don't you wish it was me?"

"You followed me?" she asked in a slightly cold tone.

Mo Yunchen walked up to her and did not answer her. Instead, he looked at the masked men coldly and said without any warmth, "She is mine."

Fuck you! Xue Huang rolled her eyes. If the situation didn’t allow it, she would have wanted to stab him first.

"This is my own business and has nothing to do with you."

Mo Yunchen didn't say anything, just looked at those people coldly. And those people didn't say much either, they jumped up again and approached them like a ghost.

Mo Yunchen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little surprised by the other party's body movements and strength. However, his body immediately became cold, and the ice spread all over the sky, but it did not seem to have much impact on the four people.

He swung the sword with his left hand, and the icy air swirled around like a dragon or snake, chasing after those people and temporarily suppressing their strange movements.

But his swordsmanship was also amazing, and he attacked the two of them as soon as the sword flew out of his hand.

Xue Huang blocked them one after another, frowning and saying: "They are very fast. You're on your own. If you run away, I won't blame you."

"How can I bear to leave you behind?"

Xue Huang blocked another scimitar and said helplessly: "At this critical moment of life and death, you still have the mind to talk nonsense."

Mo Yunchen smiled slightly, "I believe you won't let me die." After he finished speaking, he took out his sword and engaged one of the masked men in combat.

But after just one round, he realized that the person in front of him was far more powerful than himself.

Who are these people? When did such masters appear in the martial arts world, and why did they chase Xue Huang?

Xue Huang also condensed a Frost Sword. Every move and every style contained the strongest sword intent of the Seven Kill Sword Technique. With the help of the young man's power, her sword intent was also very powerful.

But this action also exposed the boy's strength, so these people attacked even more ruthlessly.

For a while, there were sounds of fighting, flashes of swords, and sparks flying.

Xue Huang had already used all her strength, but only injured one of them, and her own internal energy was mostly depleted. In the previous fight, the masked man's internal energy palm method was very strange, and she was no match for him at all.

At this time, her throat was full of blood. Mo Yunchen was not much better. His clothes were cut in several places and he was visibly injured.

He swung his sword and temporarily repelled the man, then flew to Xue Huang's side and blocked the opponent's sneak attack for her. He caught her in his arms and landed on the ground.

At this time, both of them were injured, and his eyes became very cold. If the fight continued, they would not be able to hold on.

Xue Huang took his hand away and glanced at his pale face. "I said, what's happening here has nothing to do with you. If you don't want to die, leave immediately."

Mo Yunchen's expression remained unchanged, "I also said, you are mine, and your life is naturally mine as well."

Xue Huang was too lazy to argue with him. Even with the combined strength of the two of them plus the young man, they were still no match for them. If they continued fighting, they would probably all die here.

She held the Cloud-Piercing Arrow in her sleeve, still very hesitant. If this signal was sent out, the Shanhe Sect would surely come to help, but their identities would also be exposed.

The young man seemed to have sensed her hesitation and spoke to stop her, "It was me who implicated you, and there is no need to implicate others. I will give you all my power and will definitely help you break through the fourth level of the Mysterious Ice Curse. You must kill them."