The man in white snorted coldly and said, "Clever words, it's useless to talk too much, let's see the real trick with our subordinates." ”

Nangong Yuhuan said angrily: "You are a monk of the Transformation Stage to challenge a monk of the Yuan Infant Stage, what else do you say that your subordinates are not ashamed to see the real move?!"

The man in white said coldly: "I'm not here to challenge you, I'm here to kill this kid, and it's already a hehe...... to give you a fair chance to fight." The man in white didn't say anything, but the meaning was obvious, and it had already given Mu Sheng and the two a lot of face.

Mu Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Then come on." "I can't say that if I am defeated, I will kill this person in a desperate attempt to expose the secret of the Holy Witch's Eye.

But he heard Nangong Yuhuan say: "Since you rely on the strong to bully the weak, then we only have two enemies and one enemy." Nangong Yuhuan showed out the jade ring and stood side by side with Mu Sheng.

"If you want to die, I won't force it. The man in white said lightly. When the words fell, his body suddenly moved, and the sword flew straight towards the two of them like a little cold light.

When the kendo is cultivated, I only see the sword qi vertically and horizontally, but I don't see the whole sword, there is no place on the body that can't send out sword qi, the eyes can also send out sword qi, and the hands can also be turned into sword qi, and even the whole body can be combined with the sword.

But the man in white obviously hasn't reached the point of sword qi yet, but even so, he has reached the advanced realm of the imperial sword and the flying sword, and the speed of the flying sword is extremely fast. Fortunately, Mu Sheng and Nangong Yuhuan knew that their skills were not as good as others, and they did not fight hard with their skills, but only chose their best spring artistic conception to dance.

The sword light of the man in white was clear, and everywhere the flying sword went, there was a killing aura, and even the air seemed to be much colder. The sword light shot towards the two of them with the momentum of thunder, seeing its terrifying momentum, Mu Sheng and Nangong Yuhuan looked nervous, and they didn't know if the artistic conception of spring could resist it.

The sword light rushed to the territory of Italy, crackling and chaotic, splitting the willow silk and the flowing water, where the sword light passed, the grass and trees were bleak, and everything withered like autumn. Mu Sheng and Nangong Yuhuan glanced at each other, a touch of melancholy in their eyes, but the moves in their hands did not stop, and they were still trying to resist.

The man in white pinched the trick in his hand, and took off the sword. He shouted in his mouth: "All things and people are born, people have nothing and heaven, ghosts and gods are clear, think about themselves, kill, kill, kill, kill." ”

With a few killing word exits, there seemed to be only a piece of killing intent left between heaven and earth, and the flying sword flew all over the sky, hanging over the heads of the two people, and it seemed that it would land down at any time and cut the two of them with a sword.

Mu Sheng and Nangong Yuhuan were unmoved, and the moves in their hands were more dense, after such a period of practice, the artistic conception of spring of the two of them has made long-term progress. In the past, there was only the image of early spring and early spring in the artistic conception, but now there is also a scene of late spring.

Before, it was still 'the water surface was flat at the beginning of the clouds, the feet were low, and several early warblers competed for warm trees, and the new swallows pecked the spring mud. The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe. The color of early spring was swept by the sword light of the man in white, and immediately turned into a bleak image, the grass was gone, the flowers withered, and the trees were broken.

But then the scenery of spring changed again, and suddenly a spring thunder sounded, and it was the Qinggang sword that hit the streamer sword of the man in white. The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the branches. For a while, the Qinggang Sword and the White Jade Ring turned into various spring flowers that blocked the Streamer Sword.

The man in white snorted coldly, urged the flying sword to cut through the thorns, and rushed in front of the two again, and the scenery in the territory of the meaning changed again, turning into a late spring scenery 'The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple fight Fangfei. Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky. 'Bai Yuhuan and Qinggang Sword may also be flying in the sky and fighting with the Streamer Sword.

The man in white showed a look of surprise on his face, but he really didn't expect that since the two juniors could break their ruthless sword path by joining forces, they knew that the streamer sword in their hands had ruined the lives of many people, and even people who were higher than their own realm died under this ruthless sword dao.

The look on the face of the man in white was still flat at the moment, but he was already amazed in his heart, and he shot with all his strength, without the slightest reservation, but the two people in front of him were just a little flustered at the beginning, and they immediately calmed down, which was not easy.

The hearts of the white-clothed people were turning, but there was no pause in their hands, they were still urging the streamer sword, the sword light was fierce, and the sound of breaking the sky was also terrible, which sounded chilling.

Mu Sheng and Nangong Yuhuan glanced at each other, but there was no fear in their eyes, only endless tenderness and honey, just like the spring sun.

Nangong Yuhuan smiled slightly, and said with a charming smile: "Brother Mu, I have a song that falls and falls, and I will show you the dance." ”

Mu Sheng smiled dotingly and said, "Okay, Ah Huan, you are the best dancer." ”

When the two said this, they acted as if the man in white did not exist, and when they were really in love, they wished that everyone in the world was dead, and only the two of them were left. made the man in white snort coldly, if it weren't for the ruthless kendo practice of this man in white, he would already have a weak temperament, and he would have to be angry with the two of them.

Nangong Yuhuan sang in his mouth: "Falling flowers fall, falling flowers are deserted." The green leaves and green tarsus reflect the dancalyx, and Jun Pei returns to the Golden Pavilion. The shadow brushes the tortoiseshell feast, and the incense flutters on the dogwood curtain of the dance hall. Falling flowers fly, burning into the middle curtain. The falling flowers are full of spring, and the spring people will not return. The degree of falling flowers, the atmosphere surrounds the tall trees. The falling flowers and spring have multiplied, and the spring people ignore the spring. Qige Qingtai is quiet and leisurely, and Luo Yuan's red scarf is returned. The prime of life is no longer obtained, and the high branches are difficult to climb again. Try Fudan to travel in the falling flowers, and stay in the falling flowers at dusk. With Jun Luohua Courtyard, the stage is double-haired. ”

Nangong Yuhuan sang and danced together, but it was also strange, for a while, the murderous aura in the sky turned into the lingering spring of Lang Qing's concubine, and the cold murderous aura of the streamer sword was blocked and melted by the falling flowers flying in the sky, and he couldn't take a step forward.

Mu Sheng praised: "Sister Huan, your singing and dancing are amazing, why don't you come and play a song with me." ”

Nangong Yuhuan replied with a smile: "Then dare to be kind, I have never seen you perform in song and dance." ”

Mu Sheng Khan said: "I'm just chanting, not singing and dancing." ”

Nangong Yuhuan smiled: "That's okay, I'll just listen to it." ”

The white-clothed man said: "You two treat me as a dead person, right, and you sing and dance." ”

Nangong Yuhuan grimaced at the man in white and said, "If we really treat you as a dead man, we won't sing and dance again, who has ever seen a dead man sing and dance?" After speaking, he turned his head and said to Mu Sheng: "Don't be distracted by him, you can sing quickly." ”

Mu Shengwu sword chanted: "One breath returns to the Yuan Yun, and the grace contains all things deeply." Yin and Yang create the number of ends, and heaven and earth have hearts. There is a letter to pass away, selflessness from ancient times to the present. The wind was excited, and the south turned to Xunqin. ”

Nangong Yuhuan couldn't help but praise after hearing it: "Your poem is good, and you say that the spring breeze and spring are not bad, but isn't it that the grace contains all things deeply, and the selflessness has been from ancient times to the present!"

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