It was a moment of extremely brilliant unfolding.

Duan Lizheng looked at the figure in front of him in a daze.

He didn't expect that after the pitch-black sword move like the night, that person's second move would be so brilliant.

It was really like the morning light that broke the night, and the naked sword born from the black scabbard shone brightly at this time.

But what made Duan Lizheng even more unexpected was that it was not the sword move, but the person in front of him.

A posture that completely protects him behind him.

He didn't even see when she had grabbed him.

Duan Lizheng's life has always been in front of others, but he has never been blocked behind him.

Even his elder brother, because he didn't have the talent to become a cultivator, couldn't protect him in martial arts.

Until then, no one will try to protect him.

Duan Er Gongzi is stronger than everyone else, this is a matter of course.

He deserves more responsibility, and no matter what happens, he should be the first to step up.

Capable people need to take on more responsibilities, Duan Lizheng has been taught to grow up like this since he was a child, and he has always enshrined it as a creed of life.

This is the first time that someone has actually protected him behind him.

And this person is actually a girl who is even younger than him.

She is a woman, a woman far lower than him, and in the eyes of the world, she should hide behind him and enjoy his desperate protection.

That's just the way it should be.

How can there be such a woman?

How can there be such a swordsmanship?

At the moment of seeing the scorching sun, even the panicked crowd was silent for a moment.

"What is this?"

"I've never seen one!"

"Which sect of swordsmanship?"

And at this moment, the exclamations of countless cultivators sounded, and the shouts were full of shock and doubt.

This sword technique is really amazing, and the sword intent alone can make people feel the energy that burns out the four fields.

There is no doubt that this kind of swordsmanship is definitely a mastery of a sect, and it is definitely a secret sword that is enough to exist as a mountain gate sword!

But the most shocking thing was that none of the cultivators present knew such a sword technique.

"This is ......" All the military attaches on the observation deck looked at the oldest Chen Shanchang present.

"How?" Mr. Nanshan looked at the old man beside him with a solemn face.

"It's too little," Chen Shanchang frowned, "at least a few more swords will be needed to see it." ”

The Shanmen Sword must have at least ten or more moves, and no matter how knowledgeable a cultivator is, he can't recognize an unfamiliar sword move with just two swords.

But there is something terrible to be seen in it.

This sword move seems to be ......

and the thirteen swords of Tiance.

Duan Lizheng said in his heart.

The first sword could see some signs, but when he saw the second sword, the guess in his heart was heavier.

and the thirteen swords of Tiance's main swordsmanship......

Who the hell is she?

This sword move is truly remarkable.

Can you really break the black sword light?

After the initial shock, everyone was asking.

Because the black sword light that came like a god of death did not leave.

Although he had broken part of the sword momentum with the amazing sword technique just now, it was the same as Duan Lizheng's previous sword, and the black sword light and the brilliant light of the Naked Sword were deadlocked.

The Naked Sword let out a dull sword roar, a low roar like a beast being pressed to the ground.

With a heavy pop, the girl fell to her knees under tremendous pressure, her shoulders trembling as if overwhelmed.

This is the sword intent that belongs to the grandmaster.

Even Duan Lizheng, who had raised the true yuan to the extreme, couldn't break the black sword light.

What's more, the current Zhu Luan?

No one thought she would be able to break the sword.

The girl trembled under the huge black sword light, and her already embarrassed figure looked even more embarrassed.

It's like a mantis arm blocking a car.

Quite a few people can't bear to close their eyes.

But she still didn't put down her sword.

"Zhu Ying!" Duan Lizheng wanted to go to her, but fell to the ground with a pop.

Cold Moon fell to the ground again with a thud.

Bloodstream streamed down his arm, and the scar on his shoulder that had just penetrated into the bone marrow seemed to be awakened by the third sword, and the blood flowed profusely.

"I'm fine." At the moment when the severe pain hit, Duan Lizheng heard the calm voice of the girl in front of him.

Duan Lizheng's ears heard a piercing creaking sound, this was the sound of black sword light and the sword in the girl's hand, and white steam rose from the girl's tattered clothes, and her whole person seemed to be burning.

That is a sign that the true element has entered the body.

Although he couldn't see the real flame, Duan Lizheng understood that this woman was suffering like a burning fire in her body.

Even the air around her body was scaling hot.

This is a pain that cannot be imagined by the onlooker. But she still clenched the sword in her hand silently and intently.

The strip of cloth on the girl's hand has become charred, but even without this strip of cloth, the naked sword still won't let go.

How the hell did she do it?

Duan Lizheng glanced at the cold moon on the ground, and for the first time he felt an unimaginable sense of frustration.

"It's not enough," the man in black in the pavilion smiled happily and looked at the dagger in his hand, "let me see more." ”

The cicadas in the forest became more poignant, the silent aura of the black sword light seemed to be endless, and the sword sound of the naked sword became more and more tragic, making the listener's heart tremble.

The white light on the stage was even worse, it was empty, and the figures of the two seemed to be swallowed up!

The wind howled and roared violently, and the whole platform seemed to be submerged by black waves, becoming a real hell on earth.

"Zhu Ying!" Duan Lizheng's eyes widened, he had never hated himself so much for not being strong enough.

"Duan Lizheng, give me the cold moon." His thoughts were interrupted by the calm voice of the girl.

Cold Moon?

Duan Lizheng was stunned.

Cold Moon is a famous sword that has already recognized the Lord, and no one else can even hold it, let alone use it.

But the girl's slightly childish face was undoubtedly resolute and affirmative.

Duan Lizheng took a deep breath, grabbed the cold moon on the ground with his left hand, and walked towards the girl in front of him against the strong wind on the stage.

The cold moon seemed to feel something, and it also let out a whimpering sword sound.

Duan Lizheng's forehead pressed against the girl's shoulder.

Zhu Luan didn't look back, holding the Naked Sword with one hand to fight against the black sword light, and barely stretched out his left hand behind his back.

Duan Lizheng held the blade of Hanyue's sword and put the hilt of the sword into the girl's outstretched palm.

Then he saw that the girl was holding the cold moon steadily.

There was no struggle or resistance, and at that moment, Han Yue's sword blade glowed with bright brilliance, and a pleasant sword sound sounded in Duan Lizheng's ears.

Delightful, pleasant sword sound.

How so?

Zhu Luan held the hilt of the silver-white long sword, which seemed to still have the residual warmth of the young man's palm.

"I have a younger brother who is five years old."

That year, under the tree of Hanguang Palace, a young man with a peerless face smiled and talked to her, looking a little distressed.

"Next month is his sixth birthday, but I don't know what birthday gift to give him, I want to hear His Highness's opinion."