"That's how you want to fight me?"

Ling Hu Xianxiu grabbed the sword blade with two fingers of her hand, and while avoiding the sword qi, she retreated, her eyes were full of smiles, and only carefully Xuan Yue noticed that the eyes of the assassin were strikingly similar to the eyes of her master.

The man in black was unabated, and it was obvious that he wanted to force her to use the sword, so that Hu Xian watched her fight with Xuanyue and the three of them, and the sword moves were basically figured out, unless she still had a trick that she didn't know, otherwise it would only be a loss!

The person in front of him pressed too tightly, and in desperation, he finally took out the Liuhua, no, now it should be said that it is called Sacrifice Fan, and the cold air is released when the sword body is out of the sheath, so that the eyes of the man in black brighten, and finally retreat two or three steps, cautiously circling with her, and a pair of eyes turn around her and Sacrifice Fan.

Ling Huxian was not arrogant or impatient, standing in place with a sacrifice in her hand and waiting for her to make trouble, and when she saw that the eyes of the person opposite had been paying attention to her left hand with the sword, she seemed to be very unhappy with her such a small look, and in desperation, she could only change the sword to her right hand.

As soon as he took the sword, the man was caught off guard and killed, one move was no different from the one that Fang had just dealt with the three secret guards, and it was even more tricky and ruthless, unceremoniously. Ling Huxian was caught off guard by being killed, and for a while she seemed to be stumbling, and many moves were extremely difficult even if they saw the moves.

Xuan Xi secretly rubbed the hilt of the sword and poked Xuan Yue: "I'm not mistaken...... Our master was actually suppressed?! ”

They dragged the master who hated and killed the enemy and pulled the invincible hands all over the rivers and lakes, and they met a fierce rival as soon as they came to freedom......

Xuan Yue pressed back the head of a worried Xuan Xi, and was quite speechless: "Look quietly, the master's ghost ideas are more than ghosts after all, how can someone really suppress her?" ”

As Xuan Yue expected, after Ling Huxian found out that the person in front of her had been using the swordsmanship she was not familiar with, she also took the sword sideways, and successfully confused the man in black with several footsteps she had borrowed from her previous life.

The three of them are very familiar with that footwork, and she often uses this footwork to bully them when they usually fight, but she has seen it countless times and has not been able to find a way to crack this footwork.

Simply invincible......

But seeing that the man in black was chaotic for a while, he regained his composure, even if he saw her use this footwork again, he was still unfazed, and the sword in his hand was still full of momentum threatening Ling Huxian.

"Master......" Xuan Yue murmured softly.

Ling Hu Xian saw that this footwork couldn't interfere with him at all, and had a slight headache, and was about to use the sword technique of "Nine Decisive Three Judgments", but unexpectedly, a distraction, the slender soft sword blade had already killed his neck.

Xuan Xi covered her eyes and couldn't bear to see her blood splattered on the spot......

It's just that the sword blade was inexplicably off a few points, and it was these points that made Ling Huxian instantly discover the opportunity to counterattack.

She raised her hand, and the fierce sword in her hand quickly collided with the sword body, rubbed, and then made a piercing and sharp sound, only to see countless afterimages appear in the two sword shocks, and with that sensitive hand, like a nightmare weaved, only shadows appeared in front of the man in black.

I don't know the real body of his sword!

"Demon Nightmare!" The real sword body had already moved behind him with Ling Huxian's figure, but when he performed the last sword style, the sharp blade was quickly flipped, and the cold carved cloud pattern hilt hit the back of the black-clothed man's heart.

"Broken!"

The man in black didn't seem to react yet, so Hu Xian could feel that the body touched by the hilt of the sword was trembling slightly,

This trick was beyond the expectations of the man in black, she was afraid!

She raised her little face and smiled proudly: "If the younger generation does not admit his mistake, the sword in your hand, like the sacrifice fan, is also made for women, the sword body is slender and powerful, sharp and flexible, it is a good sword." ”

The three of Xuanyue were shocked, no one thought that the man in black was still a female assassin?!

"It's just that the junior really doesn't know where to offend Your Excellency, if there is any rudeness, I hope to forgive me, and please give your advice......" Before she finished speaking, the man in black moved again, thinking that he had given up the struggle and wanted to leave, but the extremely sharp sword attacked her again, she was frightened and hurriedly retreated to dodge, but she was able to avoid this sudden blow, and the man in black killed again, but those moves had already been used one by one when they first met.

Ling Huxian frowned, not knowing what this person's intentions were.

The sword speed of the person in front of him was much slower, as if he was waiting for her on purpose, everywhere.

She followed the sword of the man in black and obediently followed her sword, but she inadvertently found that she had broken the sword style that she had no way to suppress!

What is this person teaching her?

"Who the hell are you?!" Ling Huxian broke away from the other party's sword, reached out to pull her face towel, and she dodged it.

It's just that those incomparably gentle eyes have been outside her attention, staring at her every expression tenderly.

As Xuanyuan Che expected, it was this old lady who passed him to talk, Le Zheng Long Yu.

is also Xian'er's grandmother.

"Sit down," said the old man, waving off all his guards, and sat down on his main seat on crutches, and watched quietly as he sat down rather politely. "The old body didn't expect that the rumored head of the sick seedling family in the Wan Qi family would be such a handsome son."

Xuanyuan Che was not surprised at all, even the little young master of the Wuma family could recognize the wrench in his hand, and how could he not recognize the old lady Lezheng after so many years.

"The younger generation didn't expect to see the old lady in this situation."

"After you took charge of the Wan Qi family, Wan Qi Jingyue has lived a lot in peace." In the degree of freedom, everyone knows that Le Zheng and Wan Qi have never been Mu, and no one knows that the Le Zheng family doesn't care about competing with Wan Qi's family for the position of the head of the four clans, on the other hand, Wan Qi has always tried to compare himself with Le Zheng.

"My mother has caused you and the nobles for the trouble before, Jiuyue hereby apologizes for her, "He is neither humble nor arrogant, he is more like a master of the family than a young descendant.

"You're a man with a heart." Le Zheng Long Yu is not the kind of person who is stubborn in family grievances and difficult to speak, on the contrary, she is more enlightened than the other elders of the Le Zheng family. Rong Laoshen asked with a lot of mouths, I don't know what the relationship between the head of the Wan Qi family and the little highness of the Linghu family? Why did you come to my Lezheng clan together? "Since the little girl is really her little granddaughter, why did this Wan Qi family master come with her?

"Don't hide it from the old lady, the younger generation is Xian'er's fiancé, but the younger generation is the head of the Wan Qi family, Xian'er still doesn't know anything, the degree of freedom is dangerous, and the younger generation can only follow her all the way."

"You're still hiding it from her?" Le Zheng Long Yu really still cared about this problem, Xuanyuan Che explained with a wry smile.

"The old lady also knows the temperament of the younger mother, and the younger generation is afraid that Xian'er will be wronged......"

"If you know, it's good." Although the old woman has always been kind and kind, her serious momentum is also extraordinary, "The old man of the Wan Qi family has also heard of it, and he is a good young man, but the little girl is the grandson of the old man, that is, the little lady of the Lezheng family, if you let her be wronged, the old man will not agree to this marriage!" ”

The slow and accurate swordsmanship of the man in black provoked Ling Huxian's fighting spirit, and the priest in his hand was overwhelming to resist her sword qi, but his eyes were always looking for an opportunity to pull off her cover, how could this person protect that face was so good that he fought back and forth for nearly dozens of rounds, and the face towel was still firmly covered on her face.

Hu Xian was annoyed, and no longer cooperated to learn how to break her sword moves, trying to disrupt her footwork, but unexpectedly, the man's sword edge also became fierce, quite a meaning that she would continue to fight if she didn't continue to practice.

She rushed over desperately, took the blade behind her, and reached out to grab the black scarf to cover her face.

The man in black really didn't expect her to rush over regardless of the blade, so she hastily collected the sword qi and changed the direction of the sword edge strongly, but she couldn't take care of the face towel on her face.

Or was it ripped off......

Ling Huxian stared blankly at the face that was nine points similar to her own, just like looking in a mirror, only a beautiful mole at the corner of her mouth was even more charming.

Le Zhengying subconsciously protected her in her arms, and was afraid that the sword in her hand would hurt her and lose the sword, the little girl in her arms was covered in orchid fragrance, which was very reassuring.

This is her daughter, the daughter she hasn't been able to look at since she was born.

The little girl looked up stupidly, and she could see the surprise, cowardice, and tears that gradually welled up in those eyes.

The little hand reached forward and stroked the beauty mole little by little, extremely gentle and extremely nostalgic.

"Xian'er?"

She tried, calling out the child's name, the name of the girl she had chosen before the child was born, hoping to get a response to ease the guilt and remorse she had felt for the lack of maternal love for the past fifteen years.

"Why?"

Ling Huxian's tears slipped down silently, she remembered her previous life, the back of her mother who hid her in the dark compartment of the fireplace in order to protect her, and then resolutely left, remembered the motionless corpse in the sea of fire, she was still young at that time, and she didn't know what death meant, because of this, she understood the grief of her biological mother who died in childbirth for her.

She has missed this mother for fifteen years, and she is grateful for this mother for fifteen years,

In the end, it was known that she was still alive, she was not dead.

Then why can you bear to leave her for fifteen years?

Mother, shouldn't she love her child the most?

Le Zhengying heard this rhetorical question, her body trembled slightly, and suddenly, she had just practiced swordsmanship with her, and the glimmer of hope and self-comfort in teaching swordsmanship had finally disappeared, she didn't dare to face this daughter again, she didn't dare to answer her question.

After all, I can't stand her.

"Fifteen years, do you really not want me and my brother at all?"

"Do you really not care at all about what your father will become?"

"It's really ......"

"Xian'er, I'm sorry...... It's my mother who can't live with you......"

Le Zhengying finally couldn't control herself, and held the child tightly in her arms, and the questioning was like a knife cutting her heart, and under the severe pain, it was self-torture of guilt.

"I really miss you, like my father, I miss you very much."

"Father, he is old, and his hair is gray when he stares at your portrait every day,"

"Mother, you're really ruthless."