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Fanxiang and Akihara Hui confronted each other again with a knife, and the time passed slowly minute by minute, as if it was about to stop at the end of time, and the two shouted in unison again, each with a single sword, and rushed into the shadow of the other's knife.

Fan Xiang twisted his waist, sank his crotch, pressed his legs, bounced his waist, rotated, kicked his legs, and raised his arms to exert his strength, and concentrated his waist strength, back strength, leg strength, and arm strength as much as possible at one exit, which exploded in an instant, and was released through a point on the flame knife, instantly cutting through the time and space in front of him, making it deformed and distorted like melting glass. The gods only felt a flash in front of them, and only heard a series of soft sounds of "ding ding ding ding", and the battle between the two was over, each holding a knife ten steps behind his opponent. Akihara Hui's body movements are extremely gentle and elegant, it seems to have a hypnotic effect, in the clouds, the gods on all sides of the battlefield are already intoxicated, on the battlefield, at this time, quiet, very quiet, very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of their heartbeats can be heard.

Before the gods could applaud, they suddenly felt a powerful and incomparable shockwave rushing towards them like lightning and lightning strikes, only to see that in an instant, the wind and clouds swept in mid-air, and the fragments of those chariots and the flames of the embers scattered in the four fields of space were wrapped in this shockwave, and quickly scattered in all directions, rushing towards the gods among the clouds, forming a radiant shock ring of iron and fire that was constantly spreading, spreading, and ruthlessly hitting the space of this area. The surrounding heavenly soldiers and gods will be busy dodging, very embarrassed.

The two stood ten steps behind their opponents, staring for a moment, and then slowly turned around to face each other, both of them knowing that they had used all their strength in this fight. There was a soft smile on the corner of Akihara's mouth, and she raised her left hand, shook it at Fanxiang, put it in her sleeve, and said softly, "Thank you!" He threw his katana back and inserted it into the sheath on his back, full of pride. The words and actions are concise to the extreme. Fan Xiang looked at the thing in her hand, the thing was black, not gold or jade, and a jade-colored lotus flower was engraved on the surface, which was lifelike, and it was the Xun he usually blows. Looking down at the front of the corset, the robe had been torn by the blade, so he also smiled, and raised the object in his left hand to Akihara Hui, the item was crystal clear, very delicate and delicate, reflecting the light of the sky, smiled, and said loudly, "Well, this is also my trophy." "It's the little crystal pendant on Akibara's bun.

"Come again!"

Seeing this, Akihara Hui blushed, raised his hand and pulled the knife out of the back sheath again, and said casually, the language was clean and concise. She no longer bowed, and the delicate and ornate white-handled katana in her hand was already horizontal in front of her, pointing directly at Fanxiang.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. ”

Fan Xiang knew that this battle had reached the point of life and death, and he had to do his best to do nothing, so he calmed down, concentrated on the dantian yuan force of the body, and held the knife quietly, and a blood-colored flame-like mark on the forehead was revealed again, like a burning firework, extending straight into the hairline, and the long hair scattered on both shoulders gradually turned from blue and black to gray, and the hair end stood up, like a blue-gray smoke, dancing, and slender eyes, like a danfeng flying obliquely, half-opened, waiting to move. He slashed the flame knife in his hand into the wind, and with a low roar in his throat, he was ready to meet this battle of life and death.

The two stood at ten paces, facing each other, and set up a posture, ready to fight for the third time to decide the winner.

Akihara Hui stopped talking, his eyes looked at Fan Xiang quietly, the horizontal knife in front of him, and slowly pulled the back of the knife from the front end of the handle against the palm of his left hand, and a silvery white shimmer faintly flashed on the blade of the katana, stirring up an invisible cyclone in the air around the blade, like the wind rising at the end of Qingping.

Fan Xiang didn't say anything, he unhurriedly slashed the void of the Xuanbing Flame Knife in his hand, pulled a knife flower, and the flame knife immediately erupted a thousand dark blue plasma fireworks, whirring. He held the knife in both hands, the blade of the knife hung diagonally behind the left side, the blade was backwards, the upper body leaned forward slightly, the feet were staggered back and forth, and he stepped on the T-step, staring at the opponent ten steps away.

The two confronted each other, about half a pillar of incense time, Akihara Hui took the lead, the blade split the air, carrying a silver-white torrent, rushing towards Fanxiang, Fanxiang was not in a hurry to make a knife, when the samurai blade was about to arrive, Fanxiang held the flame knife in both hands from the bottom to the top, from back to front, the back came first, when the sound, blocked the incoming blade. The blade stirred, and the aftermath continued, shaking the surrounding air like invisible water, creating a huge whirlpool, and the wind lifted the sand away, rolling up a thousand clouds.

The two knives are fighting each other, and the confrontation between the two is close at hand, and they do not give in to each other.

In a moment, the two of them jumped away and held each other with knives at ten paces.

Fan Xiang in silence, swinging the knife in the void lightly, first moved his footsteps, slowly moved the knife momentum, suddenly got up, moved his body in mid-air and rotated, stepped into the air, made two circles in the air, a long roar, the action gradually became faster, the green shadow was like the wind, and launched an attack on Qiu Yuan Hui first.

I saw a green shadow in the center of the battlefield, sometimes like a lonely hung passing by, sometimes like a goose feathering flying, and the sword shadows flashed with a faint blue cold light, like a charm. Surrounded by thousands of heavenly soldiers and gods, in the illusion, at this time, it seems to see a slender handsome man stepping on the waves, walking on the waves, the huge waves rolling, stepping under his feet, and in the sky, the wind and clouds roll, rolling up the sand, falling like snowflakes in the sky, falling on his knife, sleeves, figure, turning into a circle of cold mist, strong wind blowing in the face. And the man danced in the air in the shadow of the knife, like a lonely feather, fluttering between the wind and clouds and the flying sand, the wind passed through, the clouds and smoke fell, the four fields were silent, only lonely!

Akihara Hui is wrapped in the dense and incoherent sword shadow of Fanxiang, and can always swim and move in the gap between the opponent's attacks, and when there is no room for hair, sometimes like a fluttering feather, sometimes like a butterfly wearing flowers, sometimes like a slippery water drop on a lotus leaf, between the two of them, they are calm and leisurely and fluttering, turning, moving, and counterattacking. Just listen to the sound of clanging metal, and the two of them have tens of thousands of hands intersecting with their knives.

After fighting for about a stick of incense in the field, the two of them are becoming more and more courageous, and their bodies are becoming more and more uncertain, like clouds and mist, the wild goose and the lonely feather startled the lotus pond under the moon, and set off the dark fragrance of lotus seeds floating in the ...... of the night sky.

Gradually, the soldiers of the Nantian Heavenly Court who watched the battle on the sidelines seemed to see a cold winter weather with flying snow, the winter ice was steep, and in an empty valley, the four fields were lonely and cold, and the snowflakes were like goose feathers; Under the wild goose, there is a graceful body like a flower-like woman, white clothes are full of fragrant sweat, as if returning from a garden, full of tired and lovely youthful softness, with a slight smile on the forehead and eyebrows, the light song just hummed seems to be still echoing in the valley, and the girl seems to have some lazy sleepiness, but she is reluctant to give up the snow scene in the mountains and forests. Strongly summoning up the excitement of passion, still running and jumping in the valley leisurely and pleasantly. Between the gestures, every move is full of softness, and there are some splendor, as if they are not affected by the harsh winter and deep cold, light and elegant, and smiling. In the quiet valley in everyone's image, it is such a quiet scene, the girl and Qinghong are in the fragment of knife light, like flying under the snowflakes, joy, excitement, devotion, passion, and under the agility of the knife light, they are each other to deal with every attack very appropriately, naturally, ingeniously, just right.

The gods were in the midst of it, watching this pleasing battle with great please, so that they sweated, but they did not feel it, and occasionally slowed down, only to feel the coldness hit people, and there was a feeling of sweat penetrating their clothes.

At this time, as if in the quiet valley, the wind suddenly rose, the girl in white seemed to suddenly feel the cold of the harsh winter, she suddenly turned around and walked away, hidden behind a green plum, shyly probed and waved back, the bright silver katana in the hand was drawn out behind the figure, forming an arc of the knife, just like a lintel, and she shy hid behind the door, as if not exposed, with the door of the knife as a cover, picked up a green plum, looking back, quietly looking at people, but smelling the green plum. looked, but secretly looked back, not straight, pretending to lower his eyebrows, admiring the flowers and smelling the fragrance, and the light of the knife in his hand also fell on the person behind him with the afterglow in his eyes. The blade of the katana is completed in one go in the five actions of "leaning", "returning", "sniffing", "looking", and "splitting", while the Xuanbing Flame Knife does not show weakness, and the actions of "slashing", "slashing", "teasing", "stabbing", and "vibrating" are like lightning flashes. And in the girl's soft knife swinging movements, shyness, joy, nervousness, excitement and other subtle psychology can be seen at a glance, just like the dyeing of ink landscape paintings, with the meaning of the form, like a flowing painting, in each other's knife light, the two fight, as before, are also equal.

The heavenly generals outside the field only heard a jingling sound, and felt that in front of them, Fanxiang and Akihara Hui stood ten steps away from each other, and they had already collected their swords.

The two stood in the middle of the battlefield, calming down, and then silently, a puff of dust fell to the ground.

"Good knife technique!"

After a while, the gods reacted and couldn't help but applaud in unison.

The two turned around again, stood opposite each other, both looked at each other quietly, and after a while, both of them said in unison, "Good knife technique, come again!"

Fanxiang looked at the gods on the clouds around her, turned her head to look at Akihara Hui, and slowly brought the knife close to the ground, the tip of the knife leaning forward. Akihara Hui is also in front of the horizontal knife, pointing obliquely at Fanxiang.

Just as the two were holding their breath and confronting each other, about to give it a last go, they suddenly heard a shrill voice coming from the peach forest in the distance, "Fanxiang, stop it, stop it, Lao Tzu killed your senior sister." ”

When Fan Xiang heard this, he couldn't help but stop the confrontation with Qiu Yuan Hui, looked back at the peach forest on Jinding Mountain, and saw a god with rat eyebrows and hanging eyes, thin and small, but wearing a slightly wide purple brocade robe, and was using the ring knife in his hand to put it on Nalan Rouruo's neck. There were dozens of golden-armored gods standing around.

He hurriedly stepped on the clouds and flew over, stood nearly ten steps to the left of Nalan, pointed the knife in his hand at the god who held Nalan hostage, his eyes were like knives, word by word, "Amaterasu, hello, I haven't seen you for many years, you crow, don't come unharmed." You are your evil god in the North Palace, why did you come to this Nantian Heavenly Court, this matter has nothing to do with you, you better let her go quickly...... She's also your senior sister!" There was a slight tremor in his voice, but he tried to appear as calm as possible.

Fan Xiang slowly walked over step by step.

The atmosphere was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

That day the god was a little flustered, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I, I...... Fanxiang, don't, don't come here, you, you move again, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu kill, kill, kill her......" paused, pinched his throat with his left hand, "You, you put down your weapons, throw, surrender." "The voice was low, cold and frightening.

"Let go of her, you crow, you have learned the master's three-star skill of the slanting moon, so you think that you have mastered the three-star array and the slanting moon sword technique, and can crisscross the heavens and the earth, so you betrayed the master and became the lackey evil god of the Beigong Heavenly Court, I took the golden pill of Laojun, and what do I have to do with your Beigong? Why do you have your Beigong everywhere to stir up?...... Did you hear that, let go of Senior Sister!"

"I, Beigong, have signed a non-aggression pact with Nantian Tianting, and we are already allies. You stirred up the Mid-Autumn Festival held by the Jade Emperor today, and swept away the excitement of the gods of the heavenly court of all parties, and you are openly enemies of the gods of all parties. Hehe, of course, it also swept away the interest of my lord. The affairs of the southern heavens are also the affairs of my northern palace, and I will come to you now by the order of my lord. ”

"Yes, over the years, you've grown up, so I'll see how much you've grown, and see how much you dare to let go!"

"No, don't let go! You, surrender...... If you don't surrender again, I will kill my sister. The god of Amaterachi blinked, and put the knife tightly on Nalan Rouruo's neck, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and a trace of blood quietly flowed through Nalan's neck, slowly soaking the collar and shoulders, and even the sleeves.

Amaterasu hid behind Nalan Roururuo, his expression obscene and cold.

Fanxiang looked at Amaterasu coldly.

The two confronted each other, and a fifth of the time for the pillar of incense had passed, and the gods and soldiers did not dare to move, and the atmosphere at this time was quiet and terrifying.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound of "Cangchang", Fan Xiang smiled coldly, let go of his hand, and let the flame knife fall to the ground.

"Okay, you let her go!"

At this time, there was only Nalan Rouruo in his eyes, and his heart was sad, but full of happiness: I love you not because of who you are, but who I can be in front of you.

"You, then you get down on your knees! ...... Hurry up!" Amaterasu's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and he cried out violently.

"Fanxiang, don't kneel!" Nalan's eyes were filled with tears.

Fan Xiang quietly looked at Nalan Rouruo's eyes, slowly knelt down, raised her hand, hugged her head, looked at Nalan, and smiled faintly, "It's okay, don't worry, I just want you to be well!"

"Fanxiang, you, it's not worth it, I'...... You are my hero, I don't want you to kneel to anyone, or ,...... I'd rather die!" Nalan Rouruo looked at Fanxiang with infinite affection.

"Haha, that's right, aren't you the master and his old man's senior apprentice? Aren't you very good at fighting? Why, now you look like a dog! Hey, crawl over for me. ”

Watching Fan Xiang slowly lying on the ground and slowly crawling over, Nalan Rouruo's heart was like a knife, she looked at Fan Xiang reluctantly, and her heart was silent, "Over the years, it was I who made you worry and fear me every day, and I went to God and Buddha to find a cure for me every day, and I was busy with the front and back every day, and now you are the enemy of God for me, which will hurt you,...... Fanxiang, I've dragged you down for too long, if there is an afterlife, let me pay you back in the next life,...... Fanxiang. In a moment of anger, she fainted and fell to the ground.

The soldiers of the Nantian Heavenly Court on all sides swarmed up and pressed Fanxiang tightly to the ground, and then, several Heavenly Court gods jumped off the clouds, took a bundle of immortal ropes and tied Fanxiang firmly, and the two Tianding came over to set up the fainted Nalan Rouruo, and put the two in the heavenly prison, waiting for the trial and conviction at the time.

Qiu Yuan Hui of the North Palace Heavenly Court stood quietly in front of the soldiers of the Southern Heavenly Court, looking at this man who was still fighting with him in high spirits just now, he actually regarded such a dangerous situation as a void, and put his own safety at risk, saying that he would let it go, and his heart was mixed, and he couldn't help but move in the depths of his heart, and he felt a little pain in the extremely soft place in his heart......