The sword, sounded.

There was a buzzing sound from Duan Lizheng's waist, he lowered his head, looked at the cold moon on his waist, and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

Feeling the tremor in the depths of his palms, the young man's eyes became solemn.

He stood there silently, not looking anywhere.

Vindictive.

Qingcheng's fighting spirit resonated with famous swords.

The wind got up so early.

The bell for the end of the second martial arts test was still ringing above his head, but a new wind was blowing. It belongs to the wind of more brutal combat.

Duan Lizheng clenched the hilt of his sword, lowered his gaze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

yes, it's time to go.

The end of the second game heralded the arrival of the final battle.

Came very early.

But it finally came.

He had been preparing for this battle for ten years.

Will try the third game, the last game, the battle.

Duan Lizheng took a deep breath, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was tense and painful, the expression on his face was unprecedentedly serious and cold, and he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

The storm is coming.

What happens in the next three days? What will happen to him? And she...... What will you encounter?

How should he ......

"Cold Moon ......"

A confused female voice suddenly sounded beside him, and at the same time, Duan Lizheng felt a warmth coming from the back of his hand that was originally holding the sword to the point where his muscles were exposed.

Duan Lizheng was stunned and looked at it in amazement, only to find that the girl lying on the table had opened her eyes.

Her eyes were misty with initial awakening, but she didn't know when she stretched out her hand and covered the back of Duan Lizheng's sword-holding hand.

She looked confused.

It's so lethal to him.

Feeling the temperature on the back of his hand, Duan Lizheng's whole person froze in place like a statue.

"Cold Moon ......" Zhu Luan, who woke up, squinted his eyes and laughed, "It turns out that it resonates......"

Is she talking to the sword?

Was it awakened by a sword?

Duan Lizheng's heart was slightly cold, he recovered a little from his stiffness, and was about to speak, but the next moment Zhu Luan slightly tightened the hand covering the back of his hand.

Not a silky touch.

There is the feel of the cocoon.

But Duan Lizheng felt very hot.

Zhu Luan's side face was pressed against the table, looking at the young man's green hands, and he spoke softly.

"You can't hold a sword so tightly."

Can't hold it so tightly.

"If you hold it too tightly, it won't be easy to swing when the time comes." Zhu Luan looked at him quietly and said.

The girl's eyes were as bright as a sea of stars, there was understanding and worry in them, under her gaze, Duan Lizheng felt that he couldn't do anything, but at the same time, the pressure on his shoulders that was so heavy and painful seemed to be lightened.

The tense nerves were like a fresh breeze blowing in, and they relaxed incredibly.

Zhu Luan smiled and let go of his hand.

"You're awake." Duan Lizheng also let go of the hilt of the sword, exhaled, looked at her and said.

Zhu Luan nodded.

Duan Lizheng was in a better mood, but the next moment, he looked at the girl in front of him and his brows suddenly wrinkled.

"Song Huaizhu, you ......"

With Zhu Luan's protest, a hand passed through Duan Lizheng's shoulder silently, and his fingertips touched Zhu Luan's eyebrows.

Duan Lizheng couldn't help but hear Zhu Luan's words, his scalp exploded, he was startled, and his whole body was surging, and he turned around suddenly, and sure enough, he found that the man was standing behind him like a ghost at some point, and stretched out his hand to Zhu Luan who was lying on the table.

The man's hand was fast, and Zhu Luan found it quickly.

Song Huaizhu's fingertips stopped three inches in front of her eyebrows.

"Don't?" The man, who had no idea what he was thinking all day long, spoke quietly.

"Don't."

Zhu Luan raised his head to look at him.

What does this conversation mean? Duan Lizheng fell into a new round of shock, looking at Zhu Luan in disbelief.

Zhu Luan glanced at the speechless young man beside him, knew that he had misunderstood, and continued to Song Huaizhu with a sigh.

"I don't want your true anger."

True Anger ...... Duan Lizheng's eyes widened in astonishment, but Song Huaizhu's gaze was still calm.

This is the second time he has been rejected. In the Huizhou Township Test, on the moonlit night before the battle began, he also wanted to do such a thing on impulse.

She'll always be like that.

It's too messy.

And this time we will try to see if they will encounter this matter and put it aside. Now that the Xiliang Sword Pavilion is intervening, he can't predict how far tomorrow's battle will develop.

He was just trying to save her life, and the method didn't matter.

Song Huaizhu's hand didn't let go, and his misty eyes just looked at Zhu Luan like this.

"I don't have time to boil medicine tonight."

Duan Lizheng frowned, feeling the familiar atmosphere between the two as if he understood something, he suddenly looked at Zhu Luan lying on the table, and reached out to grab her wrist.

Zhu Luan retracted his hand, covering his veins just right, and frowned at Duan Lizheng, "Why don't you ......?"

"You're overly hurtful."

Song Huaizhu spoke at this time, making Zhu Luan wonder if he had seen the right time.

"What?" Duan Lizheng's guess was confirmed, but before he could react, Zhu Luan stood up and looked directly into Song Huaizhu's eyes.

"So are you." Zhu Luan looked at him in his eyes and said coldly.

The two men standing facing each other seemed to be caught in some kind of confrontation. Duan Lizheng looked at this scene and felt that his thoughts were almost unclear.

These two ......

Song Huaizhu didn't refute, his eyes flashed, and he was a little surprised.

"Senior brother, you ......" But his lack of reaction does not mean that others have not reacted, and the monk Xuezhai, who had been watching coldly from the corner with complicated eyes, was stunned and rushed over from the corner.

"I'm fine." Song Huaizhu's hand tightened at his side, frowning where he couldn't see.

The silver needle sealing acupoint has a great impact on the cultivator, and in the case of sealing the acupoint, he has experienced so many things from the beginning of the literary examination to the present, even if it is a grandmaster, it is impossible to have no loss at all.

And...... Song Huaizhu's eyes deepened, and this place in the Divine Capital had a unique meaning to him.

As long as he stays here, he always thinks about the past.

Recently, the situation has become more and more intense for some reason, affecting his mind.

But it was just a slight unsteady breath, Song Huaizhu thought that he was well hidden, and he didn't even notice it at all.

Why did she ......

Just as he saw through her body, she could clearly feel the changes in his body.

Song Huaizhu frowned, "Are you unwilling to accept my true yuan because of this?" ”

"I said," Zhu Luan smiled, "It's not okay to cheat." ”

It's still so stubborn, so stubborn that people can't do anything about it, like ......

Can't think about it anymore.

"The disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion are not so particular." Song Huaizhu said expressionlessly.

The Xiliang Sword Saint might even personally replenish the True Yuan to the disciple, of course, provided that the disciple could digest it.

At least Su Qing couldn't digest it.

Zhu Luan smiled, "That's their business." ”

They have their word, and she has hers.

"Really?" Song Huaizhu looked at the girl opposite quietly, "Aren't you willing to do it anyway?" ”

A slight wind rose between the two of them, and the man stared into her bright eyes.

"Even if I'm going to kill you?"