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In the rumbling war drums, Su Xinyan saw that the Qingyun Silk was split by someone who came with a knife, and he also took the Qingyun Silk back, held it in the palm of his hand, and looked at the person in front of Yan Weiran.

But I saw that the person who came was a girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with the same appearance as Yan Weiran, as if she was born of a cell, but her temperament was completely different, her facial features were even more delicate and beautiful, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water. Cold like ice, but there is no joy and sorrow, long hair like snow, casually draped over the shoulders, there is a red flame-like mark on the forehead, its figure is more tall and light, wearing a snow-white cardigan skirt, covered with a translucent light gauze half arm, upper and lower skirt, short and small, wide and long, long skirt tied at the high waist to the chest, tied with a light yellow ribbon, up to the armpits, low neck, large sleeves, the snow-white skin of the front chest under the neck is slightly exposed, the ribbon is decorated with a small pale yellow jade, gently hanging on the waist, very elegant and beautiful.

The white-haired girl was holding an ice and fire lancet in her hand, the blade was as white as ice, her eyes flashed from Su Xinyan's face, the cold was pressing, and her face was silent.

She looked at Su Xinyan and said, "You are very beautiful, your kung fu is not bad, and I will also come to learn and understand the teaching!" The voice was cold and cold, like an ice pick passing through the eardrums, and everyone in the ghost cave was shocked, and they all looked up, only to see the white-haired girl standing in the center of the battlefield, quietly confronting Su Xinyan, white clothes like snow, in stark contrast to Su Xinyan's goose yellow skirt.

At this time, in the air above the battlefield, pieces of fine catkins like light feathers floated down, fluttering and flying, like butterflies, like gossamers, like countless white elves. Then, the fragrance of willow leaves wafted faintly, floating under the clear sky.

The innocent sunshine was shining, and the fluttering flakes fell on the hair, clothes, and shadows of the two women, all of which were brilliant and soft light and shadow. They confront each other quietly, standing in the flying white catkins, like two sculptures, both of which are picturesque, with fluttering skirts and flying ribbons, quiet and beautiful, elegant, and make people feel admiration and dare not look directly.

More than 10,000 pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the two rival girls in this scene, and each audience only felt a light in their eyes, thinking of two words - "so beautiful!"

However, there is an infinite killing machine hidden in Jingmei, just like an invisible life-killing noose, which involves everyone's nerves, tightening more and more, making people suffocate!

Both sides were stunned.

The confrontation, time is lost little by little, everyone's hearts are more and more entangled, more and more nervous, but they can only quietly watch them stand in the center of the battlefield confrontation, Yingying stands, their shadows linger in front of their eyes, their minds are reminiscent of the unprecedented slaughter, deeply immersed in the beautiful killing machine under this peerless beauty. For a time, on the battlefield, the wind was still, and the drums were still,...... Everyone's heartbeat also stopped,...... The world is so quiet, ....... Suddenly, a person in the Beigong array shouted: "I'm not alive!" raised the scimitar and wiped it through his neck, and then, with a "bang", the scimitar fell to the ground, and the body shook and fell to the ground, thinking that he was not alive. Then, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers crackled and fell to the ground, standing in a daze.

When the flame and the bird saw it, it knew that it was not good, so it turned into the shape of a bird, raised its head and let out a long cry, like a phoenix. This long cry, like a golden rooster announcing the dawn, all the soldiers woke up from their addiction, stood for a moment, and hurriedly picked up their weapons and held them firmly in their palms.

In the center of the battlefield, catkins fluttered on their own.

Yan Nishang looked at Su Xinyan, his eyes were cold, and he slowly pointed the Ice and Fire Lancet in his hand at his opponent. Su Xinyan didn't say a word, smiled slightly, shook the Qingyun silk in his hand, and said softly: "Then come!"

Flame Nishang held the Ice and Fire Lancet in both hands, sliding slowly towards Su Xinyan, the blade was like ice, and the ice was burning with shimmering fire, and the fireworks were spurting thin, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle.

The harlequin waved her hand to her own formation, several sergeants carried out a cowhide drum and put it in front of the formation, the harlequin walked forward slowly, picked up the drumstick, and "dong dong dong" rhythmically began to beat the drums, and the rumbling war drums on the battlefield sounded again.

Su Xinyan heard the sound of drums in his own array, turned around and smiled slightly in front of his own array, raised his hand, gently brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, and then shook the green cloud silk in his hand gently, and the dozen or so golden bells at one end of the ribbon made a "jingle bell" sound, crisp, pleasant, like a natural sound.

Slowly, following the sound of the drum, Su Xinyan stood on tiptoe, gently slid small steps, and waved the Qingyun silk in his hand up and down around the body of the flame dress, rhythmically, and slowly circled. With the priority of the drums, Su Xinyan danced lightly on the battlefield, running the circle, waving the ribbon in place, drawing a big circle left and right, waving his arms, drawing a snake in the middle position, and jumping. Gradually, the rhythm of the drum is getting stronger and stronger, Su Xinyan flies in the air, like a flying fairy, sometimes the long ribbon is draped over the shoulders, sometimes hangs down a few feet of long silk, both hands hold the silk and dance, sometimes the folded silk is taken out in the hand and then withdrawn, the green cloud silk in the hand dances out of the "big eight characters", "small eight characters", "wave flowers", "double pair of flowers", "shoulder circles", "jumping circle flowers", "pan intestines", "big wheels" and other dazzling silk flowers, flying lightly in the sky, whirling and flying, dancing out or lotus pots , or jumping over the gantry and other beautiful patterns.

When the melody of the drum is rapid, Su Xinyan waving the ribbon, it is like a dragon leaping in the nine heavens, and it is also like lightning and stone fire; When the melody of the drum is soft, Su Xinyan waves the ribbon, which seems to be a piece of flying flowers, but it is as smart as smoke. The sky is clear in the day, the long green cloud silk dances out of different colorful silk flowers, and the circles rolled up by the ribbons are like a cluster of light clouds surrounding the flame neon clothes, the movement is brisk and free, like the goddess scattering flowers, beautiful and vivid, the drums, rhythm and the beauty of the silk dance are integrated, and in this beauty, there are many murderous opportunities.

Seeing the big drum in front of the opposite formation, Flame Duck smiled and said, "Our sister is okay, who is afraid of whom,...... Sons, give the uncle a big drum, and our family will also beat it, haha. ”

Several soldiers immediately launched a huge chariot with a huge war drum on it, which was placed in front of the large army in the same way.

Flame Leap jumped on the drum cart one by one, holding a drumstick, and shouted to the battle array: "Little sister, play our family's war knife dance, so that these hillbillies can also see our old Yan's knife skills." As he spoke, he raised the drumstick, beat the drum surface, and only listened to the "dong dong" barracks cowhide drum beating, and the drum sound was slow and rhythmic.

In the gap between Su Xinyan's silk blows, Yan Ni Shang was like a butterfly, walking around, and when he heard the words, he turned around and responded loudly to Yan Ni Yan: "Okay, big brother, I'll let them see our family's knife skills." As he spoke, he jumped out of Qingyun's attack range, facing Su Xinyan, his eyes were slightly closed, his left hand was 180 degrees to the ground, his eyes were parallel to his left hand, and he was as quiet as a virgin. Then, the right hand holds the knife 180 degrees parallel, the body is 45 degrees, and the right hand exerts force, stabbing the knife out, short and powerful, attacking the front from a straight line and one point.

Suddenly, the drum beat of the prelude suddenly stopped, and after a few moments, the drum beat sounded again, and then the drum beat became more and more urgent, and the rumbling sound shook the nine heavens. The flame neon clothes jumped into the air, burst into the silk circle, swirling and swinging the knife, like Luo Shen in the Luo water, Ling Bo micro step, the Xuan Ice Knife, like the top of a high mountain lightning out of the ice and snow block, the willow knife like a leaf, the fly volley like a frightening sky. The lancet and her, the knife is her, she is the knife, between the flickering of the body, like a piece of snow, fluttering in a green mist, dancing, fluttering .......

The drum rumbled, the drum beat was compact, and on the battlefield, I saw a goose-yellow shadow wrapped in a green mist, and a white light swirled around it, and the sound was delicate, like a phoenix singing for nine days.

As the drums in front of the two sides eased slowly, the entanglement of Qingyun Silk became more and more intense, and the attack and defense of the Ice and Fire Knife became more and more strict. The two of them moved in mid-air, like two Qinghong flying in the sky, with a gorgeous posture, just like two fleeting daytime fireworks burning passionately over the battlefield. In the field, sometimes like a few white cranes skimming the autumn water under the moon, sometimes like two dew drops gliding lightly on the lotus leaves, sometimes floating like flying flowers, sometimes shaped like light feathers, sometimes more like two songs that respond to each other, like turning, melodious, elegant like flowing light and shadow and musical notes. The shimmering light flames, the green mist, the blurred back staring in vain, the posture left and right, quietly Gu, don't look back, just hate not to break Loulan and never live up.

Silk is mainly winding, and attack techniques such as point, hit, and wrapping, which are flexible and elegant, and can be attacked and defended. The knife is mainly cut and chopped, supplemented by stabbing and slashing, and the object of attack is all included in the arc of the blade, and the killing machine is everywhere.

The drumming suddenly stopped, and the rumbling stopped. The sound of "jingling", like the clear sound of a copper chime, the willow blade and the silk golden bell intersected, and the two girls each snorted, and then, each took a few steps back, looking at each other intently. The battlefield was quiet, like the sparkling waves on the sea, leaving only sparkling ripples.

In Russia, the applause in the battlefield was thunderous, and the applause was roaring.

At this time, the drums on both sides of the position sounded softly, "knock, knock, knock" ,...... "knock, knock, knock", the sound was soothing, light and soft.

The drum rumbles, the speed is slow, the ice and fire knife flies like the wind, and the green cloud silk spins like a dragon, light, soft, calm and sharp.

The two of them were in mid-air, slashing and intertwining knives and silk with each other, not letting each other go, tumbling and rolling, making the space around them tremble.

The golden bell at the end of the Qingyun Silk rang with a pleasant and charming sound, sometimes colliding with the Ice and Fire Knife of the Flame Ni Dress and entwining, sometimes flickering left and right, clicking on the vital points of the Flame Ni Dress's body, like a strangling rope, ready to trap the opponent in the silk net at any time;

Flame Nishang wielded the Ice and Fire Knife in his hand, sometimes flashing with cold light, sometimes swallowing fire, every time the blade swept by, it would form a thick ice peak in front of Su Xinyan's silk array, but it would always give the golden bell of Qingyun Silk to blow over, collapse and shatter.

For a while, the two were inseparable.

More than 10,000 viewers only felt that the green shadow in front of them was like a charm, and in the meantime it was snowing. In a trance, it is like seeing pieces of white snowflakes flying all over the sky, there is a verdant bamboo forest in the vast land, the bamboo branches are swaying, a goose-yellow butterfly shuttles on the branches and leaves, and a jade-white beauty shadow flutters between the bamboo branches, bringing a wisp of wind, brisk, without a trace. Then, I felt that the two beautiful dancers in the cyan phantom seemed to be leisurely walking in the snowy bamboo forest, breaking the bamboo branches, smelling the fragrance of the leaves, and being so idle and free and easy, that they couldn't help but look stunned, and forgot to cheer.

The golden bell at the end of the silk may be thrown out far away, hitting the flame neon dress, lingering left and right, and should be with the drum beat of the harlequin. The blades of the flames and blades floated in the net of green clouds, sometimes counterattacking Su Xinyan, responding to the drums of the war drums, and the sound was like a complaint.

There was a banging sound in front of the formation on both sides.

The flame on the Ice and Fire Knife shone and shone with the rhythm of the drum, as if it were life, and the golden bell at the end of the silk also followed the drum, rotating around the flames, flying and dancing lightly.

More than 10,000 viewers watched with bated breath. In addition to the drumming sound in the field, it was the crisp sound of the silk golden bell hitting the ice and fire knife surface.

This is a wonderful and beautiful dance of ribbons and war knives, green cloud silk, ice and fire knives, flowing skirts, beautiful rotation, passing back, fascinating tactics, primitive and natural environment, simple and simple drum sound, at the end of a song, two beautiful shadows in the field stood quietly, confronted, and then slowly retreated five steps, leaving only the two backs just now still in the hearts of everyone, dancing alone, quietly immersed in the moment of confusion in love, I don't know how time has passed.

After a long time, the soldiers on both sides finally came to their senses, and the cheers immediately shook like thunder.

In this battle, Su Xinyan and Yan Nishang did not distinguish the winner after all.