The woman in white heard Zhu Luan's question, and finally glanced at Zhu Luan.

"Why are you ......" she frowned, as if the secret had suddenly been revealed, and stared at Zhu Luan with a hesitant expression.

Zhu Luan glanced at her and turned his head again, ignoring her.

Song Huaizhu stared at the girl's eyes without temperature, and the mist in his eyes was even thicker in the white jade mask, "You know? ”

"Yes." Zhu Luan replied as a matter of course.

When the sword passed through her chest, she knew that the person holding the sword was a Xiliang man.

Song Huaizhu nodded, then shook his head again, "It's not because she's from Xiliang." ”

Although Da Zhou has been making friends with neighboring Xiliang in recent years, it does not mean that Xiliang people cannot be killed.

Those who clearly offend my Great Zhou will be punished even if they are far away.

This is the pride of the Zhou people and cannot be blasphemed.

"I'm not an ordinary Xiliang person." The woman in white smiled coldly on the side.

Zhu Luan didn't squint, her expression was indifferent, she supported the ground with her hands, and slowly and steadily stood up from the ground.

She patted the dust off her dress and said in a gossipy tone, "What's that?" Because she's from the Sword Pavilion? ”

This is not only the woman in white, but Song Huaizhu's face that is only half exposed also shows surprise.

Tiance Academy, Taiping Temple, Fanyin Temple, and Sword Pavilion.

In addition to the unspeakable people in the court of the Later Jin Dynasty, these are the four inviolable places in Middle-earth.

Among them, the Sword Pavilion in Xiliang is particularly famous for protecting the short, and if its disciples are killed for no reason, the Sword Pavilion will hunt down the murderer to the ends of the earth.

There is a senior brother in the Sword Pavilion, old-fashioned, a sword saint, and one or two junior brothers, crazy, and a sword ghost.

Both of them are innate grandmasters.

This is enough to make the Sword Pavilion famous all over the world.

Even though the second junior brother was expelled from the division many years ago, the Sword Pavilion still has a lot of talents. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion even had the privilege of killing civilians without being questioned in Xiliang.

Such privileges have cast a cold veil on the Sword Pavilion, and people in the world often talk about it.

Seeing Zhu Luan discussing the Sword Pavilion like a cabbage, a trace of anger appeared on the face of the woman in white, she put her hand on the sword, and was about to have a seizure, but she heard Song Huaizhu ask quietly.

"How do you know that she is a member of the Sword Pavilion?"

Zhu Luan chuckled, stroked the wound on his chest with his fingers, and slowly straightened his body, "The Fu Shenghua used by the Sword Pavilion to extract confessions, I didn't expect that one day it would be painted on the sword and used to deal with people who have no realm. ”

Fusheng flower is a kind of flower that grows on the mountain behind the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, the juice of this flower is not poisonous, but once it enters the wound, it will cause the wound to fester, linger and difficult to heal, and eventually cause severe pain and death.

Even the Sword Pavilion, which is known for its ruthlessness, strictly forbids the use of this flower in battles.

Song Huaizhu looked sideways slightly, and intuitively felt that the girl in front of him was angry.

In fact, she should have been angry a long time ago.

From the first time he met her, when she was affected by her true anger and fell off the cliff, ordinary girls should be angry.

But she didn't, just talked to him with a smile, and the whole person was perfunctory.

She should have been angry when she was inexplicably hit by the sword before, and she was on the line of life and death, but when she recovered, she was not angry for the first time, but answered the woman's question with three poisonous needles.

She had been smiling, her tone as calm as before, but this time she was straight to show that she was angry.

Like boiling water, and like the fire under the iceberg, the anger buried deep in the heart was finally ignited and rolled into a prairie fire.

Zhu Luan, standing under the bookshelf, is thin, strong, and has a straight back.

Obviously thin as if it could be blown away by the wind immediately, but it made people feel calm and outrageous, under the rock wall that stood for thousands of years, the low girl looked as thick as a stone, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

Zhu Luan's left hand touched his waist, and then as if he realized something, he looked at his empty waist, smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his head to Song Huaizhu on the side and said, "I haven't got my sword back yet, borrow your knife and use it." ”

Song Huaizhu narrowed his eyes and handed her the long knife in his hand, "This knife, you may not be able to pull it ......."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Luan had already pulled out the long knife with a snort.

The long knife in his palm was shining, like a pool of autumn water, reflecting a scorching silver light in the sunlight, in Song Huaizhu was slightly surprised, and the woman in white was stunned to the point of disbelief in her eyes, Zhu Luan held the knife in her right hand, and slowly provoked it towards the woman in white.

"Why can you pull out this knife?" The woman in white seemed to be greatly impacted for some reason, and she was a little shaky for a while, she clenched the hilts of the double swords on her side with both hands, and the killing intent in her eyes was sheng, and she glanced at Zhu Luan deeply.

Looking at the girl in front of her, who had no breath, she smiled coldly, "Just by you, you dare to raise a knife at me?" As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to draw her sword, when suddenly there was a flower in front of her, and in the next moment, a shadow flashed in front of her, and a figure had already swept like lightning, and the sword light was directly approaching her face!

This woman didn't play her cards according to the routine, and started to do it before the opponent drew her sword!

Before she arrived, her snow-white fingers had already broken through the air, and the dark light of the dark iron bracer on one wrist flickered, and the fierce wind swept by, straight towards the delicate cheek of the woman in white!

Women all regard their appearance as life, not to mention that she has just suffered from this bracer, and she doesn't dare to be careless even if there is a disparity in strength.

"You!" The woman in white secretly gritted her teeth, raised her sword and was about to block, when suddenly out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the long knife that the woman was holding on to the door in front of her suddenly fell, and with a false move, it slashed obliquely at her armpit that was opening and closing!

Even if the woman in white uses a double sword, the left-handed sword has always been only an auxiliary of the right-handed sword, and the difference in action cannot be very different, and she can't react for a while.

The girl only has one move, fast and ruthless, and the tricky and vicious angle of the shot is even more unimaginable, the woman in white gasped, only to feel that today she has met a freak, or there are high-ranking people secretly helping each other.

She glanced obliquely at Song Huaizhu, who was standing with her hands on the side, and her eyes showed resentment.

This move, the angle and speed are perfectly integrated, the technique is jerky, but the meaning is inexplicably familiar, it is extremely weird, and his response is completely seen through by the other party, as if he knows his own swordsmanship well.

However, the woman in white still had no worries in her expression, after all, she was the one who really stood at the top of the female cultivators in the world.

As long as anyone with a little eye can see that although this woman has outstanding swordsmanship, she has no skills at all, and she is just a showcase.

A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth, even if it was touched by the woman's knife, at most it would scratch a layer of oily skin.

She didn't move, ready to take the knife hard.

At this moment, a familiar fragrance suddenly hit the tip of her nose, and Zhu Luan showed her a sly smile.

"Do you think you're the only one who has Fushenghua?" The girl said.

The woman in white was shocked, her toes flicked, and she had to take a step back.

Traditionally, before the move, you have to show the blade, you come and go, the decent number of roads, the number of moves also have to come according to the number of roads, to the bright place to greet, regardless of the bright knife or dark arrow, as long as the light is bright, to the bright place to greet, long knife or hidden weapon, can be made.

But if everyone fights with swords on the surface, and you are halfway through the fight, you suddenly have a hidden weapon, or coldly pierce someone else's dark place, it is shameless and unruly, and it belongs to the first-class killer gangster.

…… And Zhu Luan seems to be taking the route of "killer gangsters".

The woman in white only felt that the strong wind was suffocating her breath, and the girl's figure was like a butterfly wearing flowers, shuttling out of colorful streamers on the vast rocky ground, although she was using a knife, she undoubtedly used swordsmanship, which faintly gave the woman in white a sense of familiarity, but it was very different from what she had learned, treacherous, and even a little evil.

The biggest feature is that the angle of the sword is extremely tricky, and the long knife pierces out from her armpit like a snake, and the movement is extremely twisted and fast.

It is your eyes, cheeks, veins, and other places that greet you. Her internal strength was suppressed by the true qi released by Song Huaizhu, and she couldn't shake it open, and she was jealous of the Fusheng flower in the woman's hand, so she didn't dare to borrow it, and for a while she was forced to retreat step by step, and retreated step by step to the entrance of the cave of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Even if she knew that the realm gap was here, this woman couldn't do anything to herself, but how could she have suffered such humiliation, the face of the woman in white changed, and a layer of iron-blue haze gradually shrouded in between her eyebrows.

The woman in white was gradually forced to the edge of the cave, and her patience was also stretched to the limit.

Song Huaizhu narrowed his eyes, and his fingers moved slightly under his sleeves.

Hearing only the sound of Zheng, the woman in white suddenly shook her long sword, and the tip of the sword shook and bloomed into the starry sky, the light was dazzling, and it slid like flowing water, stabbing straight into Zhu Luan's heart.

Straight, steady and ruthless.

The breath is unstoppable.

Murderous as a blade, wanting to end his life.

The woman in white completely disregarded her identity and made a killing move from the Sword Pavilion.

Zhu Luan tilted his head, and a secret smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The sword wind scattered Zhu Luan's hair bun, and the pitch-black green silk like a crow feather was sprinkled like a waterfall, Zhu Luan shook his head, and his eyes of the streamer shone brightly, revealing a thrilling bright and bright light between the mountain cliffs.

Song Huaizhu knew that what she was waiting for was this moment.

The knife that was originally holding in her right hand was suddenly thrown to the side by her, and the girl's body bent at an unimaginable angle, and the sword of the woman in white was about to pass the tip of her nose!

Zhu Luan's left hand fished out, held the long knife, the handle rotated in her palm, and opened a fan-shaped silver light curtain with a brush, she could actually use the knife with her left hand, and with a click, she picked up the long sword in the left hand of the woman in white, and accurately stabbed her dead corner.

The woman in white stepped back, and one foot was in the air!

Zhu Luan burst into her arms and pushed lightly without hesitation!

There was a bang, the sound of the mountain rock sliding sounded, and the woman in white couldn't even exclaim in surprise, and her body had already fallen straight down the cliff!