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It's quiet, with the sound of the wind and the light of the light.

In the courtyard, there is a stone table, on which is a stone plate, and a glass of wine and fruit is placed on the plate.

He Shan looked at the fireflies dancing in front of him in a daze, the glass of wine in his hand kept going, and he was lonely.

The words of the master still echoed in my ears.

"Shan'er, Shi Niang has no children, so she regards you as her own ......"

“……”

In a trance, he muttered to himself: "Master, ......"

Under the moonlight, the joke is fluttering, and he sits in front of He Shan in a chic and wanton manner.

The folding fan in his hand fanned gently, and the joke smiled gently, and said, "Why does Brother He drink alone here?" ”

He Shan ignored and said, "Get out." ”

He was in a bad mood, really bad, especially after the joke suddenly appeared.

Duan Zifei didn't care, and still said calmly: "Brother He, is there some misunderstanding about Zaixia?" ”

The folding fan shook gently, as if to dispel the faint fragrance of flowers that permeated the surroundings.

He Shan put down the wine glass, got up and pulled out the long sword in his hand, and stabbed Duan Zifei without saying a word.

As if moving with the wind, the figure of the joke floated and retreated, and the long sword that was stabbed was deflected with a stroke of the folding fan in his hand.

At the same time, he chuckled and said, "Brother He seems to be in a bad mood. ”

The sword in He Shan's hand was sudden, and he said coldly: "It's good that you know." ”

The strange sound of the sword groaned through the air, and people couldn't help but feel in a trance and have an unbearable headache.

This is the Tianyin sword technique of the Qingcheng faction, and when it is cast, the sword groans constantly, and the priority changes with the sword momentum.

It's weird and unpredictable, and it's hard to prevent.

Duan Zifei didn't seem to be affected at all, and said: "I not only know that Brother He is in a bad mood, but also know why he is in a bad mood." ”

He Shan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

He was no longer in the mood to care about the Emei faction's regulations.

Now, the joke doesn't have to die.

Duan Zifei didn't care about his cold murderous intent at all, and he still kept talking in his mouth, saying: "Actually, in some aspects, Brother He is very similar to Zaixia, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we are the same kind of people, but Brother He is more dedicated and more attentive below." ”

The continuous sound of sword groans suddenly disappeared, and the swordsmanship in He Shan's hand suddenly changed, becoming even more powerful.

Obviously, he has changed to a different kind of swordsmanship.

Between the folding fan resistance, the invisible sword qi shot out from Duan Zifei's fingers holding the folding fan.

At this point, the two have used their own unique skills.

"Six Veins Divine Sword" vs. "Tiangang Sword Technique"!

Bite!

The sword in He Shan's hand was once again hit by the invisible sword qi, and the whole person quickly retreated with the huge force coming from the sword body.

I don't know when his sword began to grow slower, weaker, and sluggish.

He realized that something was wrong and wanted to close his mouth and nose, but it was too late.

The corners of Duan Zifei's mouth slightly hooked up a trace of inexplicable smile, one finger, one fan.

The long sword was finally knocked away, and He Shan staggered, and sat down under the pine tree weakly.

Putting away the folding fan, Duan Zifei came to him in a good time, and said with a meaningful smile: "How does Brother He feel?" ”

He Shan frowned and said, "Sad and crisp breeze? ”

Duan Zifei said: "That's right, although this thing is very strictly controlled by the imperial court, it is not difficult for the next to get some." ”

This is not He Shan's mistake, but Duan Zifei has never revealed this thing in front of others.

Those who knew died, without exception.

Duan Zifei rarely uses this thing.

Under the pine tree, He Shan suddenly understood why Duan Zifei always held a folding fan in his hand.

And no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, the folding fan is always fanning.

It turns out that there is a sad breeze hidden in the folding fan......

It seems that in terms of controlling through the folding fan and exerting the sad breeze, the other party's means are very skillful.

It should be that this method is not used to frame others.

There are not many things like the sad breeze in the rivers and lakes, but there are also a lot.

So sometimes high martial arts do not necessarily mean invincible, and if you want to kill someone, it's really simple.

However, Duan Zifei doesn't want to kill He Shan yet.

Because sometimes a living person is much more useful than a dead person......

For example, now, with He Shan in his hands, he will be much safer.

His six-vein divine sword is not weak, but compared to those predecessors who have been famous for a long time, he is still a lot worse.

The sound of the sword groan of the Tianyin Sword Technique had already awakened Yan Rong.

By the time the beautiful woman was dressed, He Shan had already been defeated.

A woman is always slower to get dressed, and although in this case she is already dressed quickly, she is still a step late.

The door was opened, Yan Rong wore a plain white dress, her hair was pulled up at will, and she walked out slowly.

She always seems to be so gentle, dignified, and decent.

Duan Zifei fingertips invisible sword qi was uncertain, Yao pointed to He Shan, who was sitting weakly behind him, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm sorry to disturb my sister's rest." ”

Yan Rong glanced at He Shan and said quietly: "I didn't expect that the people of the Duan clan would be so despicable in their ways. ”

Duan Zi didn't think so, but said with an obsessive look: "It's all because my sister is so beautiful, it's really itchy and unbearable, and I have no choice but to use some means to force my sister to comply." ”

As he spoke, a look of greed appeared in his eyes, and he said: "Since I saw my sister that day, I couldn't sleep well in the next room, and I couldn't sleep at night, and I always thought about spending a lot of Wushan clouds and rain with my sister, and I hope that my sister will be successful." ”

Such words are really eye-opening, and I am afraid that the shameless people of the Duan clan in Dali can say these words.

There is no doubt that Duan Zifei is the best among them.

For such foul language, Yan Rong was moved after all, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she said, "Well-dressed beasts." ”

Duan Zifei was not ashamed at all, and said with a smile: "Whatever my sister says, as long as my sister satisfies her wishes." ”

As he spoke, the invisible sword qi from his fingertips shot out, brushing shoulders with He Shan's neck, leaving a bloody mark.

Yan Rong's hand holding the long sword tightened, and said, "What do you want?" ”

Duan Zifei shook the folding fan lightly and said, "Please also ask my sister to stand still, so that you can safely point points in the next place." ”

Yan Rong's expression was calm, so that people couldn't see what they were thinking.

He Shan smiled silently and said, "Duan Zifei, you are really naïve. I advise you to kill me, I'm an alien, and death is no big deal for me. ”

He is talking about it to Duan Zifei, and he is also talking about it to his teacher.

Duan Zifei glanced at Yan Rong, shook his head slightly, and said regretfully: "You are really useless." ”

As he spoke, he wanted to end He Shan's life.

At the same time, Yan Rong flipped her hand, and a Qingfeng nail turned into a streamer under the moonlight, attacking Duan Zifei.

Immediately after, she raised the long sword in her hand and stabbed it out.

Duan Zifei seemed to have expected that his fingers changed direction in an instant, and the invisible sword qi struck the Qingfeng nail away.

Bite!

The fan and the sword intersected, Duan Zifei's figure was suddenly knocked away, and Yan Rong's delicate body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Bang!

The pine tree trembled slightly, and a few leaves were shaken off, and the figure fell off his body, spitting blood from his mouth.

Yan Rong didn't give him the slightest respite, and the Qingfeng nail and the long sword attacked again.

Under the pine tree, Duan Zifei pulled He Shan in front of him, and put the hand holding the folding fan on the neck that still had blood marks.

Seeing this, the long sword in Yan Rong's hand temporarily changed direction and knocked the Qingfeng nail away, and the tip of the sword stopped not far from He Shan's eyebrows.

This is an opportunity, Duan Zifei did not hesitate at all, the folding fan in his hand waved suddenly, and the colorless and tasteless sad breeze suddenly filled the surroundings, and under the guidance of its internal force, Yan Rong was enveloped in it in an instant.

He Shan was in a hurry, but he was helpless.

Yan Rong's face changed slightly, her delicate body trembled, her steps gradually staggered, and the long sword in her hand hung down weakly, and the whole person soon staggered.

She should have been on guard, why did she suddenly fall for it now?