Chapter 442: Emotional Wounds

After all, Wu Duxue was born after a famous general, and she has also made great achievements in martial arts since she was a child, and she has also been an outstanding swordsman since she was a child.

It's just that the swordsmanship practiced by Wu Duxue is not as elegant as Feng Yewu, but it is more practical in the army, and it is convenient to use it to kill the enemy and break the armor.

In the face of Wu Duxue's admiration, Fengye Wuliuye raised her eyebrows and looked at it, chuckled lightly, and said provocatively: "Let the Lone King also come to teach your Wu family's swordsmanship, and see if the Wu family's swordsmanship is really so famous." ”

When Wu Duxue responded, the scabbard of her left hand shook, and the long sword roared out, and Wu Duxue's right hand slid directly through the air, holding the hilt of the sword, and the blade flowed out of the air with a cold arc of sword shadow, which sounded in the breaking wind.

Wu Duxue's sword blade was hidden behind her, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and the scabbard blocked in front of her, quite a bit of the style of a martial arts general.

Wu Duxue used the Wu family swordsmanship commonly used in the army, which was not as fancy as Feng Yewu's, but it was a more simple move.

In the rivers and lakes, the scabbard is often just a tool used by knights to decorate and protect the long sword, but on the battlefield, the scabbard in the army can become a life-saving protective gear.

Regardless of the sword, its own slash will damage the blade, and if it is used for a long time, it will inevitably damage the blade.

If it is in the middle of the rivers and lakes, the two of them will fight each other, maybe the back of the sword or the back of the knife, in short, it is not enough to kill perfectly, or it can be confirmed that after breaking the flesh, there will be a deliberate blade to hurt the other party, and the rest of the time is also trying to avoid it.

And in a marching battle, after a battle, you will face far more than one or two enemies in front of you, but thousands, and a sword will inevitably be unable to withstand so many collisions and slashes.

The existence of the scabbard will inevitably be able to successfully resist many attacks, and at the same time, it can also meet the sharpness of the opponent's blade under brute force.

You can even make the opponent's weapon curl the blade.

"Look at the move!"

With a coquettish sound, Feng Yewu took the lead, with the long sword in his hand, and the cold light flashed on the stabbed long sword like a winter lake.

The pace of his feet is coordinated, although he is not as skilled as Lu Jue, but he also has some ingenuity to accommodate it.

Ping Pong!

In the back garden, the sound of weapons staggered, like an orchestral instrument, resounded in the back garden.

At the door of the back garden at the moment, Han Yue was also idle, and after hearing that the two were fighting, he was also curious, so he leaned on the porch of the back garden, and looked in on tiptoe.

Looking at Feng Yewu and Wu Duxue's posture, one elegant, the other condensed, and imposing, Han Yue was so envious in his heart.

In Han Yue's heart, in fact, where is there a reason not to envy, after all, this kind of Tsing Yi long sword fights the sword world, and Han Yue also had an expiration date in his dreams.

Even for Wei Nanqi, who was later, he also fantasized that he would go out of the palace to marry Wei Nanqi, and from then on, he would ask his husband and son to ask for it.

But when he was envious, he was a little sour, and after envy, Han Yue was still reluctant to leave Feng Yewu's side.

In addition, Han Yue deeply understands her background, if it weren't for Feng Yewu being better to herself, she would actually be no different from most palace maids, and all her self-knowledge made her know in her heart that it was impossible.

All her self-knowledge also made her particularly envious of Feng Yewu's decisiveness and courage to break everything.

In the sound of clanging sword lights, Han Yue looked at the two people not far away, their posture was elegant and brisk, Feng Yewu and Wu Duxue had been going back and forth, but it didn't look like they were fighting, but more like dancing in the brisk rhythm of jingling.

"Girl Coldmoon?"

Just as Han Yue was looking at Feng Yewu and Wu Duxue in a trance, a familiar voice suddenly called Han Yue back.

It's him!

Han Yue didn't know why she suddenly felt a little inexplicably happy, and hurriedly turned around, in a panic, she saw that the person who was still in her mind didn't know when she had arrived behind her.

The man who would make his face blush and his heart beat was looking at him with a smile.

"Ah, Wei, Lord Wei."

On weekdays, it can be regarded as a sharp and sharp cold moon, but at this moment, for some reason, she really looked a little flustered and hurried, and her cheeks were a little shy for no reason, and she bowed to Wei Nanqi.

And just behind Wei Nanqi, another light voice also called out.

"Hanyue, did you miss me!"

Han Yue raised her head when she heard the sound, but saw that Wei Nanqi had a small head poking out behind him, pink and cute, with green eyes and continued sunshine.

It was Gunaro, who had not returned to the palace for many days.

"Cold Moon meets Princess Tianyin."

When Han Yue saw Gu Naluo's appearance, Fang Cai's shyness suddenly disappeared, but he withdrew the corners of his mouth a little far-fetched, and then lowered his head and hurriedly saluted.

Gu Naluo is also eccentric, although he and Wei Nanqi have recently expressed their hearts, but when they return to this palace, they are a little less dignified and a little more brisk.

Hanyue was already trying extremely hard to cover up her loss, but she was still seen clearly by Gu Naluo's green eyes, and she couldn't help but have thoughts in her heart.

Wei Nanqi didn't know that the two women in front of and behind him had become somewhat alienated from each other because of their existence.

Originally, Gu Naluo and the ten warriors came and lived in the palace all the time, in terms of feelings, Feng Yewu was busy with the government every day, and it was the cold moon that played with Gu Naluo before and after.

Seeing that his former sisters looked so rusty, Gu Naro couldn't help but feel a little tingling in his heart.

"Hanyue, why did you make such a big gift to Gu Naro today?"

Wei Nanqi didn't notice the sadness that had spread in the air, but started joking with a smile.

Wei Nanqi's words, the speaker has no intention of listening, Gu Naluo sounds, naturally wants to know Hanyue's answer, and some characters similar to Wei Nanqi are even more persistent.

On the other hand, Han Yue sounded, but it seemed that his identity had been stinged once.

"The identity of the princess and the slave is different, and the princess is still a foreign princess, and Han Yue, as a slave and maid by His Majesty's side, naturally has to do all the etiquette."

Han Yue got up slowly, but she didn't look up directly at the two, her head was slightly lowered the whole time, avoiding the eyes of the two, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, which seemed particularly distant.

"What's going on? Didn't the cold moon girl always get along with the princess before? This girl praised you every day that day, and said that she wanted to be sisters with you. ”

Wei Nanqi patted the back of Gu Naluo's white hand with a smile, and looked at Gu Naluo when he spoke, his eyes were full of love and spoiling.