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Seeing the three-pointed two-edged knife slashing at the flames, he smiled slightly, and threw the wine gourd diagonally against the blade with his right hand, only to hear a loud sound of "dang", and the two-edged knife was really cut on the gourd, stirring the surrounding air like a transparent water wave rippling outward. "Oops", the general was already shocked and flipped back a few times, his feet just hit the ground, "Tengteng", and took more than ten steps backwards, his chest was disgusted, his mouth was salty, and he couldn't help it, "wow", spurted out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly put the knife in his hand on the ground, and Fang Shi stood firm.

The gourd hovered three feet above the head of the gourd, the gourd mouth slanted down, and the transparent and crystalline liquor flowed out from the gushing down, the gourd opened his eyes half-open, opened his mouth wide, and took it, "Gu Du Gu Du", drank a few sips, stretched out his tongue and swept the lips around, licked all the residual wine, smashed it and smashed it, it was very pleasant, raised his hand and beckoned, and the wine gourd floated back into his hand.

He raised his eyes and looked at the leading general, and when he saw that he could still stand, he seemed to be a little surprised, so he stretched his waist, yawned, stood up lightly, smiled, looked at the general casually, and said, "Well, you are not bad, I didn't beat you to death, otherwise, we will blame ourselves for several days." As he spoke, his face showed a little apologetic, smashed his mouth, and took another sip of the gourd, as if the wine in the gourd could never be finished.

Su Xinyan rode on the horse, looking at what had just happened in front of him, and was very surprised. Seeing the drunkard's unruly appearance at this time, he finally couldn't help laughing, covered his mouth, and laughed softly.

Hearing the laughter, he turned his head and said seriously: "You little girl, I'm going to talk about you, this time it's a lesson, you are not allowed to go to a strange place casually in the future, well, remember to ,......" poked his head over, looked at Fan Xiang who was fainting behind Su Xinyan, and smashed his mouth, "Well, I know, these guys bully you two children, right? Well, little girl, I'll help you get angry later, and teach these bad guys who bully the big and the weak and the weak." Well, you're watching from the side. As he spoke, he looked around at the thousands of Beigong soldiers in the encirclement, raised the gourd, and drank several large sips one after another, as if he wanted to extinguish the injustices in the world.

Su Xinyan listened, smiled slightly, and remained silent. Her heart was very calm, and now, in life, she was tightly bound to him, and in death, she was also tightly bound to him. She could feel the body temperature of the man lying behind her, and the faint rhythm of her heartbeat.

Being together is the best happiness, and it has nothing to do with life and death.

Ji Jiqiu raised his hand and pulled out a hairpin as black as a withered branch from the bun on his head, and shook it in the wind, turning the hairpin into a dark and dull sword, which was an ancient famous sword - the Folding Iron Sword. I saw this folding iron sword, like a straight knife, only one side has a blade, the other side is the back, there is a narrow groove on it; the middle of the sword body is printed with a wide groove, 3 feet 4 inches 3 minutes long, weighing only 1 catty 4 taels, its shape is extremely ancient, rigid and soft, bending freely, can be held with one hand, invincible.

He took a gourd in his left hand and a folding iron in his right hand, and his hair was loosely knotted in a bun, and his long hair hung down and draped over his shoulders. In the twilight, a murderous aura immediately enveloped thousands of soldiers on the battlefield.

A chill couldn't help but rise in the hearts of all the soldiers in Beigong, and they couldn't help but take a step back.

He took a few steps forward idly in the middle of the encirclement, looking at the bloodthirsty soldiers in front of him, the clusters of knives and guns, and listening to the sound of killing in the far camp. The falling wind Xiao Xiao passed, lifted his robe, half drunk, the puppet Ruo Yushan will collapse, Xiao Xiao Su is like the wind under the pine, hearty and clear, high and slow.

The soldiers of Beigong looked at the chill in his eyes, and they all took a few steps back.

Ji Jiqiu lightly tapped the bronze gourd with the folding iron sword in his hand, and the sound was clear, like a chime. Then, the back of the sword struck the gourd, once, twice, three times, like the sound of a dingdongdong zither,...... The melody gradually rises, intertwining, undulating, changing, the music is passionate and generous, faintly revealing the unyielding slaughter of the spear conquest, implying the struggle of the oppressed against the tyrant, which is the forty-first shot of Uncle Ji's "Guangling San".

The melody of the sword hitting the gourd, from the main tone of the second section of the "Zhengsheng", takes the grandiose middle tone, hits the ancient energy, carries on the turn and the combination of the rhythm and the frustration, more and more desolate, tragic, far-reaching, impassioned, and the wonderful sound spreads across the battlefield.

A few hatreds walked slowly among the thousands of troops, wide robes and big sleeves, uninhibited, immersed in this rhyme that was just like the resonance of the heart, combined the rhythm, and began to chant casually:——

Plain clothes and green fur, long yellow sand,

The country is messy and prosperous,

Who is it, the city is falling, and the pear blossoms on the branches are bounced?

You take a lotus step at a time,

The smoke and rain fell on a lute,

Who is it that has taken off that red veil for you?

Thousands of stacks of red dust, just a bright moon and a night, picturesque,

Peerless affection dyed cinnabar,

And you, for whom, left the green silk behind?

A section of rivers and lakes, a pot of spring and autumn,

Thy horse's hooves clatter, and the end of the sword world,

Where did you come from and where are you going?

Thinking of going thousands of miles, the world is safe and perfect!

......

He is tall, handsome, has a pleasant voice, and has excellent literary talent. He does not deliberately pretend to be himself, but he has a detached bearing, and the rhythm he plays is still lingering from the aftersound, such as hearing the sounds of heaven. He looked back on his life's ambitions, was emotional, and after playing the song, there was a dead silence on the field.

After a few hatreds of the sound of the sword hitting the gourd, he looked up to the sky and sighed: "In the past, Yuan Xiaoni tried to learn "Guangling San" from Uncle Ji at night, and Uncle Ji sighed at every time Jin Guzhi at night, and sighed that "Guangling San" is extinct today! I play this tune today, but I don't know the sound, it is better to die generously on the battlefield of Huangsha, from then on, a pot of wine, a sword, a section of rivers and lakes, a person wandering the world, hahaha!"

The soldiers of Beigong were listening to themselves, and suddenly heard a few words of hatred, all of them were stunned, and then, with a shout in unison, there was a team of 100 people, under the leadership of a centurion, automatically combined into 33 "three-three system" military teams.

He didn't say anything about a few hatreds, raised his hand to pinch a sword trick, and performed a free-spirited swordsmanship, wandering between the thirty-three small teams of three people, waving his sword moves, and chanting: "There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun." The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it flies angrily, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to the south. The Southern Hades, the Heavenly Pond also. Those who are harmonious are also strangers. ......”

I saw him in a dragon and phoenix posture, Zhuo Zhuo was like a wild crane in a flock of chickens, took a step forward, jumped up, stretched forward his right arm, the sword walked lightly, and a black sword shadow flashed, drawing an illusory arc, like a cold moon in the sky, obliquely enveloping the five three-person teams in the front. It is the "ten steps to kill one person" in the Getaway swordsmanship. The shadow of the sword flickered, and the cold light passed through, like the shadow of the crane crossing the cold pond, and it flashed away, stirring up a cold air current, forming a cyclone, and fiercely involved the five three-person small clans, followed by the sound of "boom and boom" knives and guns falling to the ground, and then, it was the sound of the "puff puff" human body constantly falling to the ground, and it seemed that there was a blood mark between the neck of each soldier who fell to the ground, and the blood was gushing out.

This fell together, as fast as lightning, and everyone only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and then they saw the fallen body on the ground, mixed with the original body on the battlefield, as if nothing had happened just now.

He chanted from his mouth: "The words of harmony said: 'Peng Zhi migrates in the south of the earth, the water hits three thousand miles, the one who sways up is 90,000 miles, and the one who goes to rest in June is also.'" 'Wild horses, dust, and creatures blow each other. The firmament of the sky,......"

The sword is as good as it gets, and it is fluttering and agile.

He has an elegant temperament, slender arms, wide robe and large sleeves, long hair flying, plump and handsome, extremely chic figure, and so beautiful that it is fascinating.

The rest of the three-person team killed more than a dozen people in a moment when they saw a few hatreds, and each of them couldn't help but slow down their figures, and before they could think about it, they all mechanically waved the scimitars in their hands and slashed at them together.

Between advancing and retreating, he lifted the wine gourd, drank a big sip, drunk his eyes were hazy, slid forward ten steps, his body was shaped according to the shape of Bagua Pisces, dignified and slow, turned a semicircle, and the folding iron sword in his hand swung out a circle obliquely at will, and the action was chic and uninhibited. The blade of the sword followed the form, a dark shadow floated illusory in the twilight, just like a silent night, a pool of shallow water, washed away by the bewitching fat powder, and a light crane swept over a slightly strange water surface, ethereal and elegant. The crane crosses the cold pond, the water reflects the crane, the crane goes to the pond and does not take a photo; the moon is as cold as water, but the flowers are flying, the moon is cold and the flowers do not know the beauty, the cold moon buries the flowers, and the flowers thank the moon without leaving the soul. The crane is far away, the flowers are gone, the frost sword and wind knife, only the cold pond is flooded with clear waves, and the cold moon is silent.

The gentleman comes and the heart appears, the fairy wind bones, planting plums and raising cranes, penetrating the red dust, clear and comfortable, under the chic and bold sword shadow, everything is empty.

The soldiers of Beigong in the circle array were fascinated by this artistic conception that was both real and illusory, and in a trance, they only felt that for a moment, the crane, the flower, and the great prosperity under the shadow of the sword, it was also the crane, the flower, and the ten perfect martial arts on the ground collapsed, and then, the shadow crossed by the sword blade disappeared in an instant with the body of a few hatreds. All the remaining members of the twenty-eight three-man team had fallen in the encirclement, and there was a blood mark between their necks, and blood was gushing.

Life is gone, but the heavens and the earth are still the same.

A few hatreds stand with a sword in the wind, sparse and elegant.

The onlookers didn't see clearly how to sword and kill a few enemies, but they felt that the dark shadow flashed in front of them, and everything was like lightning and stone fire, and they disappeared in a flash.

The leading general opened his mouth in shock, but he could not speak. After a while, Fang shouted: "Generals, big guys go up together!"

Beigong soldiers have always been brave, seeing this hundred-man team killed on the spot, although they were frightened, but they were not afraid, there were immediately five thousand-commanders, more than 40 centurions, all of whom were good hands of the Beigong army, and more than 20 of them were demon generals with magical powers, all of them rushed out together, "drinking" and screaming, each waving his weapon, and pounced on a few enemies.

After a few hatreds, he took a few sips of wine leisurely, squinted his eyes, looked at the enemy generals who rushed forward, and laughed long.

He was already half-drunk, and he was in high spirits, so he picked up the wine gourd, staggered, walked to the center of the encirclement, and motioned to Su Xinyan to get out of the way a little and make room for a vacant seat. In the twilight of the twilight, he raised the wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip of booze, and said in his mouth - "Swing the iron step and dance, and the fire of war will drive away the wolf's beard." "Swing the iron sword lightly, face a group of enemies, slash into the void, and where the strength passes, a black shadow flashes from the blade, pointing straight into the sky.

As the blade of the sword slowly crossed a dark arc in the air, Ji Ji Qiu stepped on the gossip steps, and continued to chant - "Wu Geli shook the sky, and the soldiers scrambled to be the first to take the captive. "Dodge to meet the attacking enemy generals, the figure is as fast as a ghost, light and free, and extremely strange.

At this time, clusters of flames have been lit on the battlefields in the Beigong camp by the soldiers, illuminating the entire battlefield as bright as day, and several cowhide drums are beating together, and the drums of "dong dong dong" are even more majestic and heroic, just like the ground is moving with a sound. All the soldiers on the battlefield here watched with bated breath, and they did not dare to come out.

A few feuds moved in a crowd of enemy generals, with the rumble of the cowhide drum, the shadow of the sword, and the enemy's blades collided, "clanging" sound. Between the swings of the broken iron sword, on the battlefield, the flames were blazing, as if they were following the rhythm of the drums, flickering, swaying, and swallowing, and the tail of the flames stretched out from time to time, like fire burning the sky.

In the fierce fight, he drank old wine, was unruly, waving his sword and chanting - "The enemy is like a cloud covering the sun, and the car is wrong and blood-stained halberd." When the sky is angry, and the sky is fighting and beating the drum. ”

In the middle of drunkenness, wielding swords, drinking, jumping, chanting, killing enemies, heroic and tragic. With the earth-shattering rumbling rhythm, the folding iron sword dances out of sword flowers, sometimes moving around the body, sometimes swinging the sword and stabbing, turning the body into a circle of Pisces interaction, or stepping on the Bagua step, between a breath and a breath, mercilessly stabbing and slashing, the sword is light and agile, and it is easy to play. The number of entanglements and the sound of "snort" were combined, and from time to time the enemy generals from Beigong who participated in the battle fell.

When the battle is in love, the sword plays the gourd, and the crisp sound of the dang responds to the rumbling drum, and the mouth joins the music, and recites in a long voice:——

Swing the iron and dance the battle, and the flames of war drive away the wolf's beard.

Wu Geli shook the sky, and the soldiers scrambled to be the first to take the captives.

The enemy is like a cloud covering the sun, and the car is wrong and the blood is stained with halberds.

When the sky is angry, and the sky is fighting and beating the drum.

The blade is broken, the front is unyielding, and the mountain collapses and the head leaves.

The man doesn't think about it, and the mountains are far away.

The blood-stained heart is sleepless, and the long bow is bent to break the sky.

Sincerity, bravery, and martial arts are endowed with sword courage, and in the end they are strong and strong.

The body is dead, the god is the spirit, and the ghost is the hero!

The voice of the chant is subdued, full of energy, full of man's magnetic voice, gorgeous and rough, and a little low and hoarse, which is a good interpretation of a kind of desolate and tragic feeling of the Iron Horse Glacier, in each rhythmic drum beat and the sound of hitting the bronze gourd, it converges into a very beautiful rap recitation.

In line with the rhythm of the war drums in the Beigong camp, he sang in a long voice, "Honesty and courage are endowed with sword courage, and in the end they are strong and strong, and they would rather not bend." The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the ghost is resolute and resolute!" The song has reached this point, reaching the ultimate majestic and heroic, and there is a barrier in the chest of several enemies, and it is already in tears.

After chanting, a few enemies let out a long roar, a sword swung out, and the five enemy generals near the side were killed on the ground, and then, the wine gourd in his hand was thrown to the sky, and then, the sword in his hand flew out to the wine gourd, only to see a dark shadow rolling, like lightning flying away, directly hitting the wine gourd, the wine gourd landed when a loud "boom", exploded in the air, burst out of thousands of red blue and green fireworks, it was like a firework blooming, reflected in the twilight haze, extremely beautiful.

The folding iron sword turned in the air, carrying the whirring wind, it was about to fall, and a few enemies jumped up, facing the momentum of the sword falling, rose up, straight into the air, held the sword and the gourd in both hands, and waved a sword flower in the void, like a flying dragon in the sky, rotated its body, and formed a strong cyclone in mid-air, the cyclone wrapped those sparks, and the cyclone dispersed, radiating out a little spark, and hitting a group of enemy generals in the field. Then, head and foot, straight to the ground, close to the ground, a volley turned over, holding a dark shadow of a sword, standing firmly in the center of a group of enemy generals, the folding iron sword in his hand was swung out at will, the sword shadow passed, and the battlefield in the encirclement was quiet.

The sound of war drums is still rumbling.

He collected his sword, raised his head, took a big sip of the gourd, and drank it beautifully.