"Unabashedly, it's honest enough. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The man in white said with a hint of appreciation: "This is also expected by me, but I am sure that even if you see through it, you will still come to the appointment, and I will do the same, because we are the same kind of people." Still, I don't understand why you're suddenly on the side of the enemy?"

"It's very simple!" Murong Qingshui accentuated his tone a little; "War is divided into justice and injustice, for everyone who participates in the war, this is a multiple-choice question, and the choices made will naturally not be the same if they are understood." One side is fighting for world domination, and the other side is fighting for survival, defending one's homeland and relatives. ＂

"This question is very profound, the benevolent will see the benevolent, the wise will see the wise, but the final truth is written by the victor, and the so-called black and white can be transformed in an instant. The man in white did not accuse the other party of his views, but only explained the rules of survival in this world; "You don't think that a small victory can change the direction of this war, do you?"

"That's the big picture that the commander of the First Army should consider, and I'm just commanding a campaign. Murong Qingshui quietly showed that he was just an executor, which sounded like a natural outpouring.

"Oh, aren't you a goddess of war?" the man in white was surprised, and said in astonishment, "How is this possible?"

The so-called "god of the army" is used to satirize and mock those who are self-righteous, and I have always been obsessed with this. Murong Qingshui said with a hint of disdain: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, how can we mortals look at them." Do you think a woman can command the world's heroes?"

The man in white was silent, he could be sure that what Murong Qingshui said was true, he had been puzzled, who had such great energy and could command Danshi City, Instrument Master City, and Aoyun Alliance at the same time...... Desperate to send troops to fight against the Yunyan Alliance, this is absolutely unbelievable, just ask the entire Central Continent, who can do it?

"Who is he?" the man in white couldn't help blurting out, and he knew that he had lost his temper, this was not what a wise man should say, it was definitely a weightless nonsense;

"Are you going to keep me?" Murong Qingshui's eyes looked behind the man in white, and three figures a hundred meters away were moving.

"I used to have this idea, but now it's a little different. The man in white said unabashedly, "Don't you also have a guard?"

"I understand what you mean, let them fight, and if we win, we can leave safely, otherwise...... Murong Qingshui wrenched his hands, and Qingfeng and Gu Lanxing Lian in the distance walked over, "Two against three, although it is unfair, is there any other choice?"

"It's so easy to talk to smart people, that's pretty much what it means. The man in white shrugged his shoulders slightly, "After all, there is no talent like you in our army, and your existence is a huge threat. ＂

"Yes, but there are a lot of people in our army who can take charge of themselves, so it doesn't matter whether I exist or not. Murong Qingshui said playfully: "If you don't believe it, you should be bluffing!"

As he spoke, Qingfeng and Gu Lanxing had already come to Murong Qingshui's side, and the three figures also arrived at the same time, all of them looked like they were over sixty years old, all wearing black gold trimmed robes, and a flying cloud was embroidered on their chests, all of them looked cold and arrogant, domineering, and their eyes were on the three women, revealing a contemptuous look.

"Tsk! The three of them gestured, showing a condescending posture of looking down, but the cultivation of the first level of the Qiankun Realm is enough to be proud of the others, and there is indeed some capital worthy of arrogance. Qingfeng showed a harmless smile, and her words were full of playful banter.

"The little girl is not simple, she can actually see at a glance that she is waiting for my cultivation, and she is qualified to teach the old man a lesson. The old man who spoke had a tyrannical look on his face, and he belonged to the kind of crazy people who would hurt people if they didn't agree with each other.

"Cut, it's just three garbage, let's let Xing'er take care of it!" Gu Lanxing pursed his lips, glanced at the three old men, and said disdainfully: "Look at the three of you who can't wait, this girl doesn't mind you working together, so as not to waste time!"

"The girl is crazy enough, arrogant enough!" The old man in the black robe, who was violent by nature, roared like thunder when he heard the words, and was about to go crazy in a black robe.

As everyone knows, another black-robed old man with a gloomy expression exuded a tyrannical aura on his body, so that the fresh air was also full of strong breath, licked his lips, and his body suddenly trembled, as if like a poisonous snake sneaking and swimming in the grass, and suddenly he sprang out more than twenty meters, and appeared in front of Gu Lanxing.

This way of fighting is shocking enough to be intimidating. A wisp of sharp essence shone in his slightly squinted eyes, and with a flick of his hand, a short sword appeared in his palm, which was only one foot and two inches long, and the so-called one inch was short and one inch dangerous.

Usually those who dare to use the short sword are very confident, and they all have the strongest hand-to-hand combat skills, which can effectively restrain the use and play of all long blades. Unless the opponent's sword speed is extremely fast, reaching a body that the skill cannot keep up with, it exceeds the rhythm of the opponent's reaction.

Most of those who practice the short sword are far more sensitive in their antennae and reflexes than those who wield long blades, and they respond almost intuitively.

As soon as the cold black-robed old man came up, he first showed his short sword, undoubtedly telling his opponent that his martial arts were terrifying melee grappling techniques, intending to leave a shadow and invisible deterrence in the opponent's heart. Gu Lanxing's hand also held a long sword with a sheath in his hand, and he was undoubtedly telling the other party that I would use the long sword to teach the strongest hand-to-hand grappling technique. Who is afraid of whom? The momentum is not inferior to the inferior.

The figure of the black-robed old man swayed slightly on the grass, swaying from side to side, and faintly hissing sound, like a poisonous snake in the grass spitting out a creepy core.

The swaying figure of the black-robed old man seemed to be getting faster and faster, and in the end, he could only see the phantom of a person, and even this phantom disappeared under the moonlight.

The wasteland seemed even more silent and eerie, and the people in the moor seemed to be trying to find the vanished figure. Only Gu Lanxing closed his eyes quietly, what the other party was using was just a stealth secret method, if the naked eye could catch his existence, it could not be called a secret method.

Suddenly, a dark short sword stabbed silently into Gu Lanxing's vest, and when the viper caught its prey, it would always wait for an opportunity to move and deliver a lightning-like fatal blow.

The black-robed old man was like a poisonous snake catching prey at this time, especially at the moment of attack, the speed was even faster. However, the sword that stabbed at Gu Lanxing's vest seemed to be twice as fast as the attack speed of the poisonous snake.

In the eyes of everyone in the city, the phantom of the thin old man was reflected at this time, and it turned out to be on his head and feet, like a touch of fine light, blooming out from the most tricky angle.

Choke!

It was the sound of the sword unsheathed, and a clear sword light suddenly slashed into the void, and there was a soft sound of gold and iron resonating, and then silence returned.

Among the spectators, except for Qingfeng, no one could see what was happening, and they could only vaguely glimpse a very vague phantom and hear a sonorous sound.

As for how the sword in Gu Lanxing's hand was unsheathed, how did he unsheath it with his eyes closed, and how he swung away the opponent's killer blow with unmistakable accuracy?

Sonorous!

Immediately after that, a string of sword light flashed in all directions, bursting out a series of sharp and piercing explosions, sparks and silver stars flying in the sky, but I saw Gu Lanxing alone, sometimes dodging and slashing, sometimes picking up and chopping, sliding and slashing, volleying and stabbing in the air......

Under the moonlight, one light and one dark, long-range attack and close attack, close combat, invisible speed of life and death, a second and a half beats slow, is bound to splash blood. It's hard to imagine how thrilling that series of thrilling fights was like lightning.

The face of the city once again returned to the previous silence, Gu Lanxing had locked the opponent's breath from the beginning, so he could roughly distinguish the direction of the opponent's movement without using his eyes, although the opponent reached the realm of being silent and silent when he made a move, the aura exuded from his body would betray his next intention at the first time.

The black-robed old man's so-called stealth secret method was transparent, and what was trembling at this moment was that the opponent's superb sword drawing technique, as well as his keen adaptability, could swing his every killing move with incomparable precision without opening his eyes.

In the thrilling battle like lightning and flint, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves, and the figure of the black-robed old man just touched the ground and suddenly moved, and at the moment when Gu Lanxing blinked for a while, the figure of the black-robed old man soared into the air, as fast as an eagle striking the sky, and instantly appeared on the top of Gu Lanxing's head, and a short sword suddenly enlarged in front of him.

Gu Lanxing drew his sword again, took out his sword, and clicked on that bit of cold star with unmistakable precision at a terrifying speed, making a crisp sound.

When the two swords collided, the black-robed old man seemed to have already left his back hand this time, and with this collision, his body quickly approached Gu Lanxing with a twist and turn, picking and slashing and hooking, and the short sword in his hand flashed three consecutive blows, as fast as a poisonous snake spitting out its core.

What is needed for short sword killing is to try to get close to the opponent, so that the killing skills can be brought into full play, so that the opponent's long blade is greatly restricted.

People who use long swords pay attention to a certain distance, and a certain spatial distance must be maintained between people and targets in order to fully exert the power of swordsmanship.

Once the opponent is close to him, because of the length of the sword, whether it is stabbing, chopping, slashing, or slashing, it will appear to be restrained, and some azimuth angles will basically become difficult to attack to the dead end.