Needless resistance. ”

Tang He pushed the horizontal blade forward, blocking another slash from the opponent. Tang Huailan's blade staggered with it, and once again slashed a series of piercing sounds. Tang He had noticed countless blade encounters that her broken knife had been finely polished, but the remnant blade was still uneven, probably deliberately ignoring that part.

In general, he is not a man of many words in the decisive battle. But after a few rounds, he also felt the opponent's attitude - surprisingly, it was really not serious, at least it was "looser" than in the past. He could indeed feel the pent-up power in every move. That power was born of anger, but it was suppressed by her composure. It seems that she didn't plan to fight well in the first place, so Tang He tried to use verbal stimulation to advance the progress of this battle. Every time he pushed harder, Huailan's skill just happened to be the level of resistance to him, which made him feel at the bottom. Tang Huailan had a lot of time, but he couldn't wait too long, and it was difficult to get out, so what he could do to the greatest extent was to continuously advance the battlefield to the Snow Yan Pond.

"You call this resistance?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Huailan actually replied. It seems that this competition did not cost her much energy. Tang He had a number in his heart, so he continued:

"This is the attitude of avenging a deceased friend?"

"That part isn't there yet." Tang Huailan blocked a side split, "It's the content of the hire now." ”

It's clear - stalling for time. Shi Wuqi didn't know whether it was a deliberate inquiry or a coincidence, but he found this woman as an obstacle in front of him. The time that the Immortal Moon Monarch told him was almost up, and he couldn't delay for a moment. I'm afraid that the rest of the time is more than just fighting her, and I can't waste all my physical strength here. So, Tang He decided to play differently.

Next, each of his swords was aimed at destroying weapons. It's not deadly, but it works. Before the sword, the bare-handed man had basically declared defeat. And for Tang Huailan, this is also the most destructive behavior. In every previous attack and every resistance, he had already judged from the clashing of weapons where the remaining flaws of the broken knife were. Tang Huailan was not stupid and could judge his intentions, so she changed her defensive strategy to avoid, and she couldn't hit it like a knife chopping a cloud of smoke. Tang He's patience is about to reach the bottom line.

"It's time for you to show your true strength, right?"

"Not yet, depending on you."

According to this style of play, Huailan's thorn chain has been broken into three pieces, but it can still be used. She had a metal arrow in her elbow, which had been fixed to the elbow joint, but he had also broken it. No matter how you say it, the number of hidden weapons on his body is limited, and there are not many that can be used, Tang He knows it in his heart. Broken armor, he really doesn't know where this woman got the courage to survive until now. In terms of level alone, he admires her very much, after all, this is one of the few people who can fight with him and not fall down until now.

It's a pity that most of the time, it's all characters who stand on the opposite side of themselves.

Mu Wan and Mo Liang's footsteps approached. The mountain roads here are a bit rough and very inconvenient to settle in. Compared to Xiao'e, it is not easy to pass through this place, after all, there are many tree branches and thorns blocking the way. If you fly higher, it will be difficult to find the prey. The situation of being chased is not what the two like, but there is no way, everything must be prioritized first.

You can't kill them yet, Ji'e knows. She should follow them and find the place where the censer is hidden. The Immortal Moon Monarch wants the stove, and the one named Tang He needs the rejuvenating incense inside. As long as she gets it, her mission will be more valuable than killing the ants. It's just that she is reluctant - because she doesn't like the woman running on the ground very much.

It's just a bunch of human beings.

A wave of air fell, destroying the surrounding terrain and disrupting their speed. After all, if they were allowed to catch up with the Hundred Skeleton Lord in time, it would be even more difficult for the two sides to deal with. The second time, the third time, each wave of qi was wrapped in a large amount of stinger-like demonic energy, like gravel in a torrent. When the fourth wave of qi smashed down, Mo Liang reflexively turned around and used a sword, riveting his strength. The two forces collided and scattered, and they both felt varying degrees of backlash. She was pushed a little farther away, and they were pushed back a few steps. Doudou sat on the ground with his buttocks, so painful that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Are you alright?" Mu Wan pulled her up with both hands, turned his head and said loudly to Mo Liang: "Didn't you say that you don't want to work so hard anymore!" ”

"It's fine. That's just the extent of it......"

"We don't want you to risk it at all, and Ikeri must have thought so."

“…… Let's go, let's go. ”

With that, Mo Liang continued to run forward as if avoiding the topic. Mu Wan hesitated for a while, then pulled Doudou and chased after him.

As the two sides confronted each other, both of them heard the sound of someone approaching in the distance.

Tang He flicked away Huailan's last hidden weapon with the back of his knife: "Your rescuers are coming." ”

"They're not my rescuers."

"Really?"

"No one can save me, and I don't need anyone to save me."

"Anyone can say big things."

Tang He was a little disdainful. In the glow of the night, he turned the knife sideways to check for wear. His knife also took a lot of impact, but it was better than the other party. It's just that the shorter the weapon, the more difficult it is to crack, just like the longer the chopsticks, the easier it is to break. The distance between the two men was widened again. Again, they clenched the hilts of their swords with both hands, bent slightly, and fought each other for the umpteenth time.

In the previous battle, Tang He did use a lot of onmyoji tricks. Surprisingly, although she can't crack them one by one accurately, she has some kind of innate talent for dodging and interrupting. It is also possible that it is the result of the Tang family's long-term training. After all, he still remembered that when she was in the Zanglan Sea, she also used some onmyoji spells. Until now, only the confrontation of forces remained on both sides. Most women who practice martial arts are not very good at comparing with men of the same condition in terms of strength, but they are very amazing in perseverance.

If it is more than perseverance, Tang He will not back down. Because he also has a certain reason why he can't go back.

Again, the blades collided together, and a few sparks emerged, quickly disappearing into the cold wind. Both of them looked a little messy, their hair was messy, and they also had varying degrees of scars and bruises on their faces, hands, and bodies. But their eyes were always bright, so it would be better to say that Tang He was also surprised by this. The eyes, which had been bottomless and seemed to be unable to reflect anything again, presented an indescribable passion, with a little vicious swearing and hatred, which reflected exponentially from the pair of pupils, and made him look bored to see it.

"I have never regretted anything in my life......" Tang He narrowed his eyes slightly, and increased the strength in his hand, "You are a good teammate, and you are also a good enough opponent." If I have any regrets in my life, it is probably that I didn't point the blade at you at that time. ”

Direct provocation has never been able to shake Huailan's mood. It's too direct to say it, and she's also trained in it. But what she hates most is to sneer at Sang and scold Huai like this. This kind of high-minded, like a charity, "let go of a horse", the "regret" presented at this moment is too fake. It seems to be talking about this, but in fact, the death of the pouring dragonfly is a little water, and the wound is sprinkled with salt.

However, the effect is to set off the scars that have not yet healed, and at the same time, it has set off a thousand layers of wind and snow, and the tide is raging.

"I've never envied anyone in my life."

Tang Huailan didn't know where he got the strength, and suddenly pushed him away, and the two knives made a strange buzzing sound at the same time. Tang He was even pushed back two steps, and before he could react, another side slash hit him head-on. He retreated step by step, and the other party pressed forward step by step.

"And never—jealous—what—"

The strength she retained was gradually released, which was somewhat beyond Tang He's expectations. He knew she wasn't fully using her powers, but he didn't know when such a calm, slow outburst would come to an end. Each parry after the swing of the knife was accompanied by a calm and indifferent word. He felt bad, but he couldn't think of a countermeasure for a while under this crusade of words.

"You do...... Above me, in any way. ”

It's a horizontal slash, and the other palm pushes the internal force out. How did she manage to do both? Blocked by his forearm, there was another pain in the other wrist holding the knife.

"There must be more possessions than mine. Martial arts, sword techniques, yin and yang techniques - I have also learned them one by one. ”

Tang He had at least retreated dozens of steps, and it didn't bode well if he continued like this.

"You're more ...... than I am. Probably more decisive, more vicious, more intelligent. ”

"Reputation—"

Tang He tried to raise his knife to fight back, but failed. This move was followed perfectly, staggered with a blade. His hand slid and Huailan seized the opportunity. She slammed the knife out with the back of her backhand. The horizontal knife spun around in the air a few times, piercing deep into the ground beside it.

Like a nameless monument.

“…… But I don't envy any of this, and I don't want either. ”

The sound of this sentence is not too loud. What's more, Tang He was suddenly pushed to the ground with a palm. He admits that he was careless, and that he was momentarily overwhelmed by the stimulus he shouldn't have been caused by words and the moment he lost his weapon. But this is fighting, it is fighting, and even the slightest hesitation will pay the price in blood. He knew that.

He fell to the ground, frowning, staring at her with some incredulity. Huai Lan held the remnant knife and pointed it at his throat viciously with the broken blade. At this point, it is true that he is a little careless. All the mistakes he had made in the battle before had been repeated in his mind, but it shouldn't have been like this - it was clear that Tang Huailan had more mistakes. I was a little unwilling in my heart. When the two played him together, it was only a tie at best. I didn't expect this woman to push herself to this point. Whether it's a mouthful of words or a trick, it's all a means of competition, and he himself has used it many times, so he doesn't have anything to say, he admits it.

But...... How did it get here?

The moment he raised his eyes, he seemed to understand.

In the faint night light, Huailan's clippings are a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of ripples. Her eyes give people a very "light" feeling, not contempt and contempt, but just make people feel empty, ethereal, and distant. There were no impurities in the fluttering eyes, they all settled, and they became hard and invulnerable where they could not be seen at the bottom. The only thing that shone in this ethereal spirit floating on the surface was his own stunned face.

"What I envy you is something I don't have."

"What?"

She raised her knife.

"Freedom."

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