Chapter 21: Winning and Losing
Nine figures, but it has become a Taiji, Yan Hong is yang, Shao Si is yin, and seven sharp sword qi cut off the rain curtain in the sky.
The jade finger shook gently, and the slightly withered autumn leaves instantly became an incomparable sword.
Once her sword is unsheathed, how many undead will it have!
But they still looked her in the eye, with a hint of caution in their gaze.
That kind of look almost shocked a swordsman like them, whose heart was already as cold as iron.
However, they still slowly drew their swords, and the rain sprinkled clearly, as if they were one with his sword with a blue light.
Everyone was two feet apart, and the woman just looked at him silently, and actually smiled slightly.
There was no trace of sadness in her smile, like a rose blooming in the cold rain, lonely, lonely, beautiful, and full of guard.
That smile stunned him. I didn't expect such a woman to laugh!
It was just that the moment he was stunned, crimson sword light flowed out of the woman's sleeve. Before he could raise his sword to fight back, the crimson had already reached him.
Pointe to the ground, retreat!
However, even if it was them, she showed no mercy, perhaps because she had killed too much in the past few years, and her life had long become unremarkable for her.
The cyan sword light finally rose into the sky, and the sword held three sword flowers in the air, like a snake spitting out its core, and stabbed straight at the eyebrows of the disciples of Shushan.
But just this move has almost reached the peak of his lifelong martial arts. And she, just lightly, disappeared out of thin air! When he put away his sword and retreated, she appeared ten feet away.
But it was only a thousandth of a second, and the crimson sword light flashed on his chest, and then quickly disappeared. Even he didn't see anything, and suddenly he felt a pain in his chest. Bowing his head, a line of red blood flowed down.
Such a fast sword light is worthy of the young master's life.
In an instant, the sword was out at the same time, and it was as fast as lightning.
Before the long swords intersected, the sword qi collided, making a "ding" sound, and the blue-colored sword was shaken out of his hand.
The six dazzling blood plum blossoms bloomed so brilliantly in the autumn rain, and the six swords were destroyed in an instant, and the fingers were softened into a hundred steels, which was the Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower.
Suddenly.
After the sound of thunder, the whole canopy boat suddenly warped in the smoke and rain, and at the same time, a light sound burst out from the boat, and the two figures were separated by a touch under this thunder.
One black, one white.
It was like two green smokes with their own colors, and few came out.
With the help of water vapor, it flew away in the smoke and rain. The warped boat returned to its original state, and smashed out patches of water and scattered in all directions.
On the mountain road.
Yan Hong carried it with one hand, and the person's back was as if an invisible long rope was tied to it, and the whole person was dragged and flew backwards at a very fast speed.
In front of him, Yuan Bei, who was dressed in black, held a three-foot Qingfeng with a solemn face, and kept stabbing forward.
Jian Feng shook his finger at Yan Hong's chest, and the sword blade was only three inches away from his chest.
“……”
It's fast!
It's so fast that people don't have time to react!
In his heart, Yan Hong commented on Yuan Bei's shot. Even if Yan Hong had been mentally prepared before, he didn't expect Yuan Bei's sword blade to be so fast. If it weren't for the fact that Yan Hong had already fused the power of the phoenix marrow, and he also paid attention to the way of extreme speed, it was estimated that Yan Hong would most likely not be able to avoid the suddenness of this sword at the previous moment.
With such a sword, this disciple is really scheming, but he doesn't know how much the Ziwei priest knows about him.
Thinking of this, the corners of Yan Hong's mouth couldn't help but smile sarcastically
Although this swordsmanship is only a straight stab, the shadow in it is still a serious Shushan swordsmanship. At the beginning, Yan Hong had seen it used it in the Yuzi period, so he was naturally very familiar with it.
It's just that right now, Yuan Bei's speed is too fast!
Although it was only three inches, the skin under Yue Yanhong's robe could still feel the cold and exciting feeling on the blade.
With a tap of your feet, ripples ripple on the waterlogged mountain path.
Yan Hong was still retreating, while Yuan Bei was expressionless and holding a three-foot Qingfeng straight stab.
On the mountain road.
Ripples of different sizes splashed between the changing figures, and Yan Hong and Yuan Bei were like stone chips that were thrown out as if they were jokingly thrown out by children, constantly drifting in the rain.
It's a light effort!
This shot speed!
Frowning slightly, Yan Hong thought thoughtfully in the face of Yuan Bei's long sword stabbing at him.
"Huh?!"
Yan Hong's gaze suddenly froze, but he saw that Yuan Bei's face was slightly red, and the speed that seemed to be being pushed to the top was actually increased by one point again by the other party. Qing Feng, who was originally only three inches away from Yan Hong's chest, actually crossed this distance and stabbed straight towards Yue Yuan's chest.
With a wrong step under his feet, Yan Hong's body couldn't help but one side, avoiding Yuan Be's direct stab, and at the same time, the right hand in the robe stretched out, the middle finger was slightly bent, and it flicked on Yuan Be's sword body.
Bite!
The sword body was trembling by Yue Yuan's bullet, and the direction of Yuan Bei's entire forward stab suddenly rushed past Yan Hong's side at this moment.
Wrong passes!
Well?
Yuan Bei frowned slightly, and at the moment of the wrong body, he slashed at Yan Hong with a backhand sword.
Bite!
The sword body trembled again, and was flicked by Yue Yuan with his middle finger again, and the whole sword shook endlessly.
And with the power of Yuan Bei's anti-slashing sword, Yan Hongren flew towards the rear.
“……”
Yuan Bei's eyes were slightly condensed, but he didn't expect Yan Hong to avoid his two swords in this way,
Hum!
With a light snort, Yuan Bei naturally would not give up.
The long sword in his hand slashed down, Qingfeng was like water, as if inserted into tofu, Yuan Bei's internal strength was vigorous, his wrist was strong, and the sword was slashed in a beautiful arc in front of him.
Burst!
An arc of water rises.
At the same time, Yin Zhiping's right foot lightly touched on his sword body, but it rebounded in the direction of Yue Yuan with the force of rowing water waves, and the whole person was floating lightly in the pink robe in mid-air, and the real golden goose was fully displayed, and the whole person was like a big eagle that preyed on rabbits from the sky.
Under his feet, Yan Hong slowly landed on the canopy of a green bamboo, and his eyes were staring at Yuan Bei's movements.
When he saw Yuan Bei paddling the water and making waves, using the power of recoil, to stab at him again, Yue Yuan knew that it was not enough to face Yin Zhiping at the moment. Thinking of this, Yan Hong's left hand behind his back slapped the bottom of the scabbard, and suddenly the long sword on his shoulder flew out with the scabbard.
At the same time.
Yan Hong slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and the already misty air became more unclear under Yan Hong's deep inhalation. In a trance, a puff of green smoke was rising from between the emerald green mountain roads, revolving around Yan Hong's whole person.
Eyes, open!
The long sword also fell in front of him, his right hand stretched forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and Yan Hong pointed at Yuan Bei who was falling from mid-air with the scabbard.
Boom!
The scabbard flew out, like a sharp arrow shot from a big bow, shooting directly towards Yuan Bei in mid-air.
While!
With a muffled sound, the scabbard struck the sword, bursting out in mid-air, even the smoke and rain in the sky could not hide the splattered sparks, like lightning suddenly slashing in the darkness.
The scabbard was knocked away, although it stopped Yuan Bei's momentum, but the opponent's condescending three-foot Qingfeng still couldn't be underestimated.
The black clothes fluttered, and the long sword in Yuan Be's hand stabbed straight at Yan Hong, who was standing at the top of the tree.
Bite!
The sword and the sword clashed, and the long sword in Yan Hong's hand also met it.
The tips of the two swords met in the air and collided directly. In the splashing of sparks, Yan Hong and Yuan Bei felt a shock to their bodies at the same time, and the air was like a muffled thunder, and the air between the two swords could visibly produce a shock, and the flying drizzle was even more shocked and flew out in all directions.
Yuan Bei was knocked upside down and flew out, but his body was re-displayed in mid-air, and his body technique was used again, and he flew into the air again.
At this moment, Yan Hong's gaze was slightly condensed, and he seemed to see a hint of clue at this moment.
Rumble!
The unprovoked huge force was suddenly pressed, but a tall green bamboo was bent by the stiff north pressure.
The sword is far away, and the meaning is compared.
The two green bamboos are constantly shaking, and the dripping water droplets have turned into a rain curtain that follows the sky.
The long sword hung lightly, Yan Hong gently held Shao Si Ming's hand, and then walked forward to the end of the mountain road.
"Tianwu is in the same vein, I can't imagine that there is still a world to be introduced!" 【Ancestor of the Wind】
A smooth voice came.
――Qiang――
On the canopy, Yuan Be's long sword broke in response, and a round drop of blood fell in the rain, disappearing into invisibility in an instant.
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