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Fan Xiang retreated to the front of the Wanzhai team, standing beside Wanrushi, looking at the confrontation in the middle of the grass, although he couldn't help but worry in his heart, his face was calm and leisurely. As if he was a little worried and anxious in his heart, he turned his head to look at Fanxiang, and saw that Fanxiang's face was calm and leisurely, and his heart was a little calm.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then turned their heads to look quietly into the middle of the meadow.

Wan Haoruo turned around and smiled at the two of them, slashed the lancet in his hand into the void again, raised his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and waved it lightly to Fan Xiang and Wan Ru, indicating "I can", and then turned his head and said loudly to the Eagle brothers who were ten steps away: "Come on, one to two." ”

In the teams of both sides, at this time, the rumbling war drums were beating, and the battle flags were waved to each other, which was very majestic.

The eagle hit the air, the eagle hit the water, the wings on the back flapped, and the body rose, one waved the gold hook and silver stroke, and the other shook the iron claw and copper fingers, and swooped straight towards Wan Haoruo. Wan Haoruo's heart was full of Brother Fanxiang's calm and leisurely expression at this time, and he was bold, it can be said that the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

The eagle strikes the air and the eagle strikes the water, the wings flapp, flying like the wind, one in front and one behind, rising and falling like electricity. The golden hook and silver stroke, the iron claw and copper finger attack are dense, and they sweep each other, and as soon as they make a move, it is a fatal killing move, and they go straight to the vital point of Wan Haoruo's body. The eagle strikes the white hair on the top of the head, the roots stand upright, the eyes are round, the gold hook and silver stroke, a hook and a drawing, the tiger is full of wind; the eagle strikes the water fangs out, the thick eyebrows are upside down, the iron claws and copper fingers are upright, a grasp and a poke, and the trick is like electricity. The two demon warriors in the Beigong servant army have always made many achievements, and they are extraordinary, vigorous and full of spirits. Two against one, fighting like a T-shaped light, or attacking in a diagonal stab, or slashing in mid-air, or sweeping on the ground. Even the number of fights is combined, regardless of victory or defeat.

Wan Hao Ruo was at a disadvantage at the beginning, defending more and attacking less, calming his mind according to the secret taught by Fanxiang, without distractions, responding to the battle with all his might, trying his best to parry the dense attacks of the Eagle brothers like a tide, swimming and moving in the gap between the two attacks, sometimes like a slippery fish, sometimes like a butterfly wearing flowers, sometimes like a shuttle on a loom, between the two Beigong generals' pounces and sieges, try their best to move in the air like Fanxiang, turn in circles, move, and counterattack. only heard the sound of clanging metal ringing frequently, and the two Beigong warriors were helpless for a while.

In the field of fighting for about half of the time of the incense, if Hao Hao after the understanding and induction of the Fanxiang teaching the lip knife method in the actual combat, it is gradually very different from the beginning, and slowly as if a different person, the seven knives of the lip cut made handy, the more the battle became more and more courageous, and the body shape is more and more erratic, like the green plum dark fragrance floating in the quiet night.

Seeing that they couldn't take this little girl's piece, the two brothers of the Eagle family gradually fluctuated in their hearts, and the more ruthless they became, the more fierce they became, and the waves of attack that vibrated the bamboo forest around the grass to the point that bamboo leaves and branches fell one after another.

One by two, in the middle of the grass, the change of their body shape is also getting faster and faster, more and more abrupt. The eagle strikes the air and the eagle strikes the water like two birds of prey flying in the air, and Wanhao Ruo is like a piece of snowflakes flying at will, a petal of fluttering plums, in the wind, in the rain, in the cold and turbulent air, dancing freely, and the two birds of prey to the snowflakes flying in the air, to this petal of flowers, there is no power, there is a fierce power, but there is no actual power.

Gradually, the rumbling drums of war stopped, and everyone was intoxicated by the atmosphere of this fierce fight.

At this time, the crowd of people on both sides of the field who were watching on the sidelines were already immersed in this fierce fight, and each audience only felt that the state of the scene in front of them gradually changed, as if they had entered an illusion, as if they had seen an early spring weather, the spring ice had not melted, in a quiet garden, far and near, high and low, all kinds of green plum blossoms were waiting to be released; in the haze, on the delicate buds, there were also condensed round lubricating dewdrops, which shimmered in the early spring morning sun, and conjured up charming and stunning colors。 In the meantime, a graceful and light girl like a flower, the purple shirt revealed fragrant sweat, first kicked the swing and flew in the air, and then flew off the swing lightly, lazily standing among the grass flowers under the swing, full of innocent and lively, tired and delicate beauty, there are beads of sweat on the sideburns between the foreheads, and the swing that has just been swung seems to be still echoing in the air, and the girl has a slightly sleepy attitude, but she is too lazy to clean up. Both hands seemed to be dirt and mud, staining the placket of the clothes, but they didn't bother to wash them, so leisurely and pleasantly wandered around, running, and jumping in the garden. Every informal action is innocent, as if it is not bound by time and space, smart and natural, but delicate and vivid. In the beautiful garden of the illusion of imagery, there was such a beautiful scene, the girl's joy, excitement, and devotion, and the lightness revealed in the blue sword light, which coped with every attack very appropriately, naturally, skillfully, and just right, and could not be attacked.

Everyone was already watching this thrilling battle with great engagement, so that their robes were soaked with sweat, but they were unconscious, and when the fight occasionally slowed down, the spectators on the sidelines felt the chill and felt like they were sweating through their clothes.

Both sides of the field are immersed in the poetic mood of this fight, at this time, as if in the quiet garden situation, suddenly the wind blows, the girl in the garden seems to suddenly find that there is a guest, she naturally quickly turned around and ran away, and shyly looked back, while waving the blade in his hand, drawing a blue knife arc in front and back of the body, it was like a threshold with blue light, and she shyly hid behind the door of the flashing blue light, as if not exposed, as if not dodging, with the door of the knife as a cover, looking back and lowering her eyebrows, picking up a green plum, then quietly looking back。 Looking back, the girl looked shyly, but only secretly poked out half of her head, and did not look at it properly, the afterglow in her eyes swept over, pretending to lower her eyebrows, holding the green plum, admiring the flowers and smelling the fragrance, but she blushed with an innocent and immature face, and the blade in her hand had already fallen on the person who came from the door behind her with the afterglow in her eyes. The blade of the lancet is completed in one go in several actions such as "kicking", "slipping", "penetrating", "leaning", "returning", "sniffing", "looking", "splitting", etc., and in each knife due to the fighting situation recombined into a new attack and defense, and the girl's shyness, joy, nervousness, excitement and other subtle psychological activities are released in the fight, and the close-up of each knife is the same, like a poetic description of the girl's movements, expressions, postures, and psychological feelings in the knife light.

The audience on both sides outside the field only listened to a jingle sound, pop twice, and then "ahhhh

After the wind and clouds, the dust falls, like standing in front of the wind, neat and sassy, pretty, standing with a knife.

There was silence in the field for a moment, Wan Hao jumped forward, and was about to swing his knife from the eagle's head and neck, and at this moment, it seemed to be a rapid shout: "Wan'er, stop!"

"Auntie, he killed the third brother Tie and scratched me, I want to kill him to avenge everyone. As he spoke, he raised the lancet again, and was about to slash it down.

"No, Wan'er, let his brothers go, they have to be forgiving and forgiving, they haven't reached the point where they have to kill, I hope they will change their ways in the future and stop killing innocents. ”

"Oh, Brother Fanxiang, whatever you say is what, I listen to you!" Wan Haoruo looked up at Fan Xiang, smiled, turned around, looked at the eagle that was on the ground, and said hatefully: "Hmph, see if you still dare to bully me, don't let me meet you again in the future, get out!" Wan Haoruo hummed and kicked at the eagle in the air, turned around, and waved the lancet in his hand to the Wanzhai People's Army, smiling and happy, like a female warrior fighting in all directions.

When the people on the sidelines of Wanzhai saw it, they thundered with joy. The standard-bearer shook the Wanzhai battle flag vigorously, the drummer was busy beating the war drums, and the rumbling drums resounded throughout the mountain.

In the queue of the North Palace, the two white bald eagle flags stood still, and the drums were also quiet, there was no sound, Murong Wanxi saw the result of the battle in the center of the killing field, and was a little surprised, and said: "This, this, how is this possible?" Several soldiers hurriedly went up to carry down the eagle striking the air and the eagle striking the water, and several medical personnel were busy treating their injuries and renewing their lives.

Fanxiang and Wanru were both excited, and they resisted the excitement, walked to the front of Wanhaoruo in the field, and smiled slightly, which was very commendable.

Fan Xiang stood in the middle of the meadow, looked at Beigong Murong Wanxi, and said coldly: "What's impossible?

", isn't it, hehe. Murong Wanxi shook the folding fan in her hand, stood out from the white flag with a smile, dusted off the brocade clothes on her body casually, said casually, and waved her hand to the four maids behind her, only to see one of the maids immediately go to the queue to hold out a delicate and simple Qin Zheng with a simple texture.

Murong Wanxi took Qin Zheng and put it in front of her, lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fanned, and she constructed a beautiful temptation on the delicate and three-dimensional makeup. She stretched out her slender and graceful fingers to adjust the rhythm, and with a light wave of her ten fingers, she swept softly from the twenty-three strings like a cloud and water, like the wind of an April day on earth. She closed her eyes like autumn water slightly, listened attentively, immersed in the world of her own playing, her heart moved with the sound, and the delicate and beautiful face that was occasionally raised, her eyes were like clear waves, and the bright color between the opening and closing flickered, so that the audience could hold her breath and listen.

The tone of the zither is too much, and the sound of "Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng".

She raised her head, looked at Fan Xiang, smiled, and said, "The two armies are fighting, and victory and defeat are common things in soldiers. ...... Hehe, there are still a lot of things to compare, Sister Yuan Hui said, she met a young man from another world not long ago, who is her only opponent, hehe, I want to see how this opponent is. ...... Keep trying, until we defeat you, hehe. After speaking, he looked at Fanxiang and smiled again.

"Hey, can't you talk well, why do you just watch others laugh, it's shameless! Yin and yang are weird, not men and women, shemale-like, you look at others laughing,...... Hmph, it's disgusting!" Wan Haoruo kept staring at Murong Wanxi, and then jumped out, blocked in front of Fan Xiang, pointed at Murong Wanxi with a knife in one hand, and crossed his waist with the other, and said angrily.

Murong Wanxi didn't answer, completely ignoring Wan Haoruo's existence, still smiling, and said, "Hehe, Fanxiang, then continue to fight, how about it?" The eyes are like the water of late autumn, looking at Fanxiang, soft and charming, and smiling.

"Hmph, why are you like this, you always look at others and laugh, it's really shameless, and you still call other people's names directly, you still have to be shameless, really, shameless,...... Hmph, Brother Fanxiang, don't pay attention to her, let's go!" Wan Hao glared at Murong Wanxi with a snort, and pulled Fanxiang back to his team.

Murong Wanxi was still smiling, no longer speaking, waving her ten fingers, plucking a few times on the strings of the zither, and making a few beautiful and soft sounds. Under the slender ten fingers, the slow rhythm pours out from the strings of this zheng, it is the long pavilion hating the night, it is the spring flowers and autumn moon, the artistic conception of the indescribable debut, the ten fingers caressing, it is a song affectionate like a sea idiot, the most provocative.

In response to the sound of the zheng, Murong Wanxi sang softly:--

Flower-faced cloud qiu sits in the jade building,

Thirteen strings were sad for a while.

With the king to the Dao Xiu to play,

committed suicide in Jiangzhou Sima Tou.

The song rhyme is long, and the sound of the zither is slow, beautiful and beautiful, blended with the deep affection of the person who plays the piano, and the well-interpreted sound of the piano is like a person, with a bamboo forest, touching a handful of zither, singing a story, every chant that is fainted in the strings is an unforgettable memory.

The people on both sides listened quietly, as if they were sitting down to enjoy a beautiful music after fatigue, chatting to relieve fatigue, so the people in Wanzhai did not care. And surrounded by strong enemies, all paralysis and carelessness will be paid at the price of blood.

The sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" sounded softly, and a series of soft and beautiful melodies diffused in the air above the grass, pleasant, melodious, beautiful, and some of the softness that made people feel fascinated.