A few enemies at first encounter, the heart is already heroic like a rainbow, the hand of the iron sword such as the pen to walk the landscape, the consciousness is deeply inspired by the sweep of the Xia Xiangu Shicai stabbing the pen edge, then the hand of the folding iron sword is a wave of the wild grass, with the pen than before more flexible and changeable, the same dot painting can be written like this, can be written that way, not constrained, when the pen under the sword, no longer interested in how to increase the hook hairspring of the strokes, only the intention of the change of the pen, in the circle, naturally reveal the true temperament of the will, the sword is flexible, the words under the sword are vivid.

The swordsmanship of the leisurely trip made by the feud is the master of Shouyang Mountain, which is self-created, paying attention to light and elegant, not limited to things, leisurely and elegant, and it is like a stroke of the pen, and it is done at will. His father died early when he was young, although it was not passed on by his father, but the father and son were of the same heart, and practiced according to the sword spectrum every day, and they realized some of the wonderful truths.

As soon as the two of them handed over, they saw that on the crystal ice, a fairy wind bone, like a fairy, and a robe fluttering, smart and elegant. When the sword and the thorn are struck, they are all touch-and-go, never sticky, among the sword flowers, one is like a flying swallow among the clouds, and the other is like a butterfly among the flowers, reflecting the crystal blue and bright color of the ice surface, which is very beautiful.

The sword in the hand of the enemy is like a pen, and the word "free" in his father's swordsmanship is brought into full play.

Sweeping Xia Fairy Gu saw it, knowing that the child in front of him was talented and enlightened, it was really a rare good quality, if a little bit of allocation, he would become a famous family one day, and couldn't help but have the idea of cherishing talent, smiled slightly, the frost on his face gradually dissipated, and said: "I'll teach you again, you can see it." ”

Anyway, the foot moved slightly, staggered, the five-edged Emei stabbing pen in the hand turned, to look at a few enemies in front of the writing of a "horizontal" in the "Holy Order" word, only to see the thorn under the edge, the gesture is vertical and horizontal, the hook and hairspring increased in the strokes, more slender, the pen muscles and bones are distinct;

A group of Kongtong Mountain disciples who watched on the chessboard ridge had never seen the kung fu with the sword as a pen in this leisurely swordsmanship, watching the two of them in mid-air or lifting weights as light as light, or lifting lightly as heavy, elegant and beautiful, chic and wishful, straight as a dance, but the tricks were dangerous, and the moves could not leave the opponent's vital point. One by one, they were all stupid, and they all thought: "The kung fu of the patriarch's mother-in-law is naturally not to be said, the surname is so young, but he has practiced such a fairy sword, chic and sprinkled like a stroll, if I can practice this swordsmanship, how good it should be!"

Seeing the five-edged Emei thorn in the hand of the sweeping Xia fairy girl, the sword was fierce, fast, dense as a net, busy facing the edge drawn by the Emei thorn, waving the sword, the sword was arbitrary, and it was possible to write the word "person" in the "even if the family helps", the sword blade was obliquely picked, and then went to sweep the Xia Xiangu stab in the shadow to write the word "help", the sword shadow paused, and suddenly felt dazzling flowers, the silver-white Emei thorn tip was only a few inches from the nose, and in a hurry, the iron sword in his hand hurriedly swung out of the block, and suddenly heard the "sneer" A soft sound, only to feel a cold chest, I couldn't help but be startled, busy swinging the sword to open the Emei thorn, stepping on the gossip double fish step, sliding backwards, leaning back and floating a few steps, standing still, looking down, it turned out that the front chest had been broken by the fairy Gu's Emei thorn, fortunately did not hurt the body, knowing that the fairy Gu intended not to kill the killer, so he looked up at the fairy aunt of sweeping Xia, grateful, bowed, and said: "Thank you for the mercy of the fairy aunt!"

Sweeping Xia Fairy Gu smiled slightly, and said: "You kid is not bad, very good, this is the second trick, come again!" I saw the white tassels shining on the dust, like silver flowers flying, and the strands rolled up were like pieces of snowflakes spinning wildly, implying the gun-shaped sword intent of "stabbing, piercing, locking, taking, discing, beating, sitting, and collapsing", which was very powerful.

A few hatreds in the dust of the sharp white shadow, but see this word in the penmanship, the shape of the pen is the grass Kai together, in the posture, but and the regular script, cursive are different, on the dust, the slightest wisp of change, the strokes are lively and smart, closely connected. Under the edge of the dust, its group of words is also flexible and casual, the layout is like a rainbow, from the front of the body in all directions, rolled in all directions, vertically into a row, horizontal columns, pen and pen lead, there are sparse and dense, such as the line of clouds and flowing water, the rhyme through, the silver flower dances, the trick in the move, the killing in the hidden killing, the essence has been extreme.

But seeing the dust in the hands of the sweeping Xia Immortal Gu, the wisps of white silk gathered into a spear head, sneering, trembling into a silver-white circle, it was like weaving a hunting net in the air, and shrouded his entire body in the wisps of dust, and the sword in his hand was left and right, and it was really difficult to break through the net.

Seeing that he was about to be unlucky, the instinctive stress of survival was born independently, and he couldn't help but let out a long howl, and the iron sword sword flower in his hand was turned, cut obliquely according to the situation, and faced the snatching edge of the dust, and waved out the sword grass of the "gradual entry into the fairy road", simplifying the regular script, indulgence with the pen, breaking the square for the circle, cutting the complexity for simplification, and indulgence, and the frankness and coherence of the italic body, one stroke, the momentum is like a rainbow, and the sharp edge of the dust is forced, the sword is like a dragon, the sword is attacking, and the sword shadow falls into the "road" in the "gradual fairy road" At the word, fighting the risk of being swept by the dust, he slid like the wind, took a step forward with his short body, and the folding iron sword in his hand turned upside down, like a flash of lightning, and the flat knife slashed horizontally towards the chest and abdomen of the sweeping Xia Xiangu.

Seeing that this sword was powerful, the sword blade was strange and tricky, she had no time to think about it, jumped up, threw herself forward, turned her left hand into a palm, and hid behind the dust in her right hand. Blowing the dust in front of him, his left hand followed closely behind, and he struck a palm lightly to the enemy, the palm was like the wind, like lightning and fire, and the muffled sound of "bang" was slapped on the right chest of the enemy, and then, he turned over and flashed to avoid the blade of the sword.

Ji Ji only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he hadn't seen clearly how the other party was palming, only listening to the sound of the wind, Rao is fast body, the opponent's palm was already printed on his right chest, and he slid back in danger, and the blade of the folding iron sword in his hand was also crossed by the waist of the Sweeping Xia Fairy Gu at the same time. But listening to the soft sound of "snort", a pendant belt on the left side of the fairy girl's waist has been cut by an inch-long gap with the sword blade that has been crossed by a few enemies, if it is not for the fast dodge, the lower abdomen has been picked, take a few steps back, stand firm, look down, smile slightly, and say: "This third move is good, you win this move." ”

Ji Ji Qiu suffered a heavy blow to his right chest, disgusted in his chest, salty and salty in his mouth, took a few steps back, forced himself to hold back, slowly swallowed the hot blood in his mouth back into his abdomen, raised his hand to wipe off a trace of blood oozing from his mouth, staggered for a moment, hurriedly stood firm, and gently danced the iron sword in his hand, took a long breath, raised the wine gourd, took a big sip, looked at the fairy aunt of Sao Xia casually, laughed, bowed, and said loudly: "The fairy aunt is good at calligraphy!

"Well, you're not a bad kid. ...... You have received a palm from me, it is considered to be flattened, the three moves have passed, you will release the Kongtong seal, you can take this little girl away, you will take this snow rose, it doesn't matter, poor Dao Gu is a talker. ”

The crowd on the chessboard ridge was clamoring loudly at this time, shouting: "Grandmaster Granny, don't let this thief with the surname of Ji go away." ......”

Yan Nishang stood on the edge of the ice field, heard a muffled sound of "bang" in the fight between the two of them, and saw the faint blood marks on the corners of the mouth of the two of them, the moth eyebrows frowned deeply, and her heart was anxious, she was very distressed, she took two steps forward tremblingly, looking at the fairy girl of Saoxia, her eyes were like the cold water in the depths of winter, and she said coldly: "Stinky Daogu, you injured my big drunkard, and let it go, but there is no such cheap thing." ”

"Then what are you going to do?" Hearing this, Sweeping Xia Immortal Gu turned her head to look at Yan Nishang, her face was like frost, and she said lightly.

Yan Nishang coughed lightly twice, stopped talking, raised her hands, slowly spread them apart, shook her hands gently, and saw her

The golden forbidden spell on the back of his hand shook rhythmically with his hands, making a series of crisp sounds of "jingle bells", which were very beautiful in the ears. Gradually, the bell sound is getting denser and denser, louder and louder, to the high pitch, the tone is agitated, poignant, like the golden drum ringing, ten thousand horses galloping, far away, there seems to be a kind of magic, the surrounding air also began to stir, and then, the valley near and far also began to "jingle bell" response, just like the crisp sound of the bell in all directions.

After listening to it for a while, I felt that every tone of the bell was consistent with his heartbeat. As soon as the golden bell rang, his heart skipped a beat, and the faster the bell rang, the faster his heart beat with it, and as he listened, he felt that a heart in his chest seemed to give a man an iron rod like a drum, and his chest was extremely disgusted. Raising her eyes to look at Yan Nishang, I saw her hands spread, her hands shaking, although she was seriously injured, her body was reflected on the ice, her skin was brighter than snow, the wind and clouds were blowing, her white hair was fluttering, her clothes were fluttering, and she was indescribably gorgeous. I felt that my heart was rippling, my chest was hot, and a heart seemed to be about to pop out of my chest. At this moment, he could only hear Yan Nishang shouting to him: "Big drunkard, come here and help me." Hearing this, he hurriedly calmed his mind, jumped up, stepped over with an arrow, stood beside Yan Nisheng, and stretched out his hand to hold her firmly.

At this time, I can only hear the bell sound sometimes or suddenly, sometimes or gentle, when abrupt, the bell is miscellaneous, tragic and poignant, the tone is extremely strange, it is like a midnight ghost cry in the ear, and it is like the cry of a Wuxia ape; One after another, sometimes high and sometimes low, advancing or retreating, the magic of the rhyme.

Standing beside Yan Nisheng, the magic of the bell suddenly disappeared, and his heartbeat became normal, and he couldn't help but be very surprised by the magic sound of this golden forbidden spell. Being outside the game, quietly watching the victory or defeat, turned her head to look at the fairy girl of Sweeping Xia, only to see that the fairy aunt was half-closed at this time, and she was already stepping on the gossip direction under her feet, walking slowly on the ice, calming her mind and thinking, carrying the Taoist immortal method of Kongtong Mountain, and confronting the magic sound of the golden forbidden spell, after a while, her face was slightly slower, as if she was adjusting the heartbeat in her chest; 。

As the magic sound of the bell tended to be rapid, everyone couldn't help but dance more and more urgently, the ugliness was exhausted, and there were many tricks, some male disciples danced to the place where they forgot their feelings, and they couldn't help but smile on their faces, followed the bell sound, scratched their heads and postures, and stroked their chests and buttocks with both hands, like a wide coat untied.

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of several gongs striking on the ridge, and the bell was sluggish.

Standing on the ice in mid-air, I saw Yu Yanzhi and Yu Yanting rushing from the far slope to the ridge, each with a gong in their hands, knocking on it from "dangdang", Yan Nishang thought of Yu Yanting's friendship between life and death, and stopped the ring.

At this time, Sweeping Xia Immortal Gu had already adjusted the rhythm of her heartbeat, her face was cold, she looked at Yan Nishang, and said: "You little demon girl, dare to get an axe in front of the poor Dao Gu, so I will let you see how my Kongtong Mountain Sweeping Xia Yi is?...... Hmph, it's a little trick, not enough to worry about,...... That being the case, do not depart today. With that, he reached out and pulled out an object from his sleeve and threw it into the air above Flame Nishang's head. The object unfolded in the air, but it was a red cloak, which was the sweeping clothes handed down by Guangchengzi Daxian.

The sweeping clothes were in the air, shooting out a blazing red light, enveloping the flames and the feud in it. I only felt that the top of my head and body were like a fire, the heat was coming, and it was scorching, and I knew that this magic weapon must be extremely powerful, and then I saw that Yan Ni Shang was like being in a steamer, and his face became red, and there were wisps of hot air on the top of his head, and he was shocked: "It's not good, this sweeping Xia Yi is so powerful!" was busy jumping away with Yan Ni Shang, but he was covered by the red light, but where did he jump away, and he saw that the two of them were going to die on the spot.