The conduct stopped, and said: "The unity of the alliance is conducted, please give way!"

Ye Qinghong didn't move, she was like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years, standing coldly in front of the exercise. [Full text reading.]

He can dodge and bypass, but then his momentum will be lost, which is absolutely intolerable for an arrogant swordsman.

He walked with great difficulty, slowly lifting his legs and striding slowly, each step barely spanning three feet.

It was as if there was an invisible obstacle in front of him, and the air around him became extremely viscous, restricting his movements.

The crowd on both sides of the crowd dodged, and they also felt a kind of creepy palpitations, and their intuition kept them away from the two dangerous figures, and gradually formed an empty area in the middle of the bustling Suzaku Street.

Walking with difficulty, he felt an invisible force, this power came from Ye Qinghong, who had never spoken, and there was a cold momentum flowing between him and her.

It wasn't murderous, but it was more terrifying than murderous. Murderous aura can only scare people, but this kind of momentum can hurt and kill.

The closer the distance between the two became, the more cold the air ssured, and the handsome face of the exercise began to turn white, the actual temperature was not low, but a cold that invaded his heart and lungs almost froze him.

Conduct Xingzhi tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and continued to move forward, his steps were slow, but they were steady and composed, except for a little pale on his face, and his expression was full of leisure and haughty.

His back was always as tall as a sword, with a strong and unyielding will.

There were only three meters left, and Ye Qinghong's expression changed, as if it was thawing ice, and a trace of surprise suddenly appeared on his beautiful face.

This surprise not only did not destroy her beauty, but made her look a little more angry, no longer like an iceberg beauty rejecting people for thousands of miles.

Ye Qinghong raised his white jade-like fingers, pointed towards the direction of Cao Xingzhi, and said coldly: "Your guest is coming from afar, why don't you take a break!"

Not a question, not an inquiry, but a commanding tone, with an icy taste, like an arrow shot at the execution.

Words can't hurt, but fingers can, especially the beautiful fingers of a female swordsman.

Ye Qinghong pointed lightly, and the onlookers seemed to have just nodded lightly, but the conduct in it was a different world.

The stabbing finger suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then covered the sky and the sun, and he only felt a flower in front of him, and when he was awake again, he suddenly found himself in the middle of ice and snow.

The white world, the cold world, the world is snow-white, and there are only two people left in the boundless space, him and Ye Qinghong.

It was like going back in time, and in the moment when he was still stunned, he suddenly saw Ye Qinghong stretch out his hand and point as before, and a crystal ice sword several feet long shot out from his finger and came to him in an instant.

For a while, it was impossible to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Xingzhi suddenly took a step, and his expression was indifferent to meet the roaring ice sword.

The ice sword passed through his body, and the white world quickly collapsed and disappeared, and Cao Xingzhi felt that his eyes were dark, and the noise around him came into his ears again, and he was once again in the bustling streets of Chang'an.

This is sword intent?

Having a slight understanding of the conduct, looking at Ye Qinghong with a shocked face on the opposite side, she was still standing in place, still pointing to her fingers, maybe when she brought others into the artistic conception, she also entered the realm.

The time just now was very short, because the steps that Cao Xingzhi had just raised had not yet come down, but he felt as if a long time had passed, if he chose to dodge or close his eyes under the threat of the ice sword, would he be brought into a worse mood by the other party?

One more step, the two gathered two meters together, Xingzhi and Ye Qinghong looked at each other coldly, people who didn't know would think that they were emotionally entangled children, and they wouldn't have thought that just now, the two had already experienced a fierce fight.

"This is the hospitality of the Chang'an Sword Sect?" said coldly.

Ye Qinghong had already put away her surprise and turned into a cold beauty again, she opened her mouth lightly: "Chang'an City does not welcome people from the Tongxin Alliance, if you want to come in, you have to rely on your own ability!"

"It can be seen that you are not a cold woman, why bother yourself and turn yourself into a stone?"

Ye Qinghong's eyebrows straightened, he wanted to get angry, and immediately remembered that his state of mind had been destroyed twice today because of this hateful guy opposite, and his mood was not round, how could he maintain a perfect sword intent?

She gritted her white teeth, tried her best to suppress the anger, and almost gritted her teeth and said a few words: "If you want to enter Chang'an City, pass me first." ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Cao Xingzhi's mouth, he thought that this woman who tried to pretend to be indifferent with a straight face was very interesting, could it be that the people of the Chang'an Sword Sect liked to pretend?

"You're not my opponent, so why humiliate yourself!" "The more interesting I am, the more I want to stimulate the other person.

Ye Qinghong blushed and became angry and red, this ice sculpture beauty finally broke the spell and became a living person, she said angrily: "It's a man's who comes with me!"

Her not-so-towering chest almost exploded, and she could hardly resist drawing her sword on the spot, but fortunately she still remembered the sect's first prohibition: no public martial arts in Chang'an City.

Ye Qinghong made a straight face, swayed his willow waist lightly, and turned to leave.

Cao Xingzhi looked at the graceful steps, and found that Ye Qinghong's front curve was not very friendly, but God was fair, and immediately compensated for her back, although he was wearing a dress, but with his sharp eyes, he could still see that under the white dress, Ye Qinghong's buttocks were very material and very straight.

Just as he was fascinated by his conduct, Ye Qinghong suddenly turned his head and said angrily: "Look at what!"

Conduct Xingzhi replied with an indifferent expression, looking very innocent, Ye Qinghong's eyes patrolled the surrounding crowd, and no suspicious targets were found, but Conduct Xingzhi's expression was very good, and she could only think that her previous feelings were wrong.

If the mood is not perfect, sure enough, there will be a problem with the sword intent!

Ye Qinghong went first, but Xingzhi hesitated, but still followed.

Because it is obvious that the Chang'an Sword Sect wants to dismount themselves and prevent them from taking Wei Wei away, but they also have the concerns of famous factions and cannot go too far, so the obstacles set up cannot give the outside world a truth.

This iceberg little beauty is estimated to be the first level, as for how to break through, it is up to others to draw the way, if the conduct is unwilling to follow the rules of others, it may anger the other party, or the other party will change people, this is the result that the conduct does not want to see, compared to the unknown, this Ye Qinghong is better to deal with.

The two walked not far, turned an alley, and saw a martial arts hall, with a flag floating in the wind on the gatehouse, on which the word "Xiongfeng" was written.

Xingzhi has heard that Chang'an people are martial arts, and there are many martial arts halls in the city, but these martial arts halls only teach some superficial martial arts, teach people to strengthen their bodies, and there are few real talents to learn, I don't know what Ye Qinghong is doing here.

Ye Qinghong's relationship with this martial arts hall should not be shallow, and she entered the gate with her conduct familiarly, and many people she saw greeted Ye Qinghong, but she had already recovered her cold expression, and only nodded to an old man with white hair, and the rest ignored it.

Coming to the square where martial arts were practiced, there were more than ten big men with upper bodies who were practicing in full swing, Ye Qinghong waved his hand and said coldly: "Get out of the way, I have a distinguished guest to entertain today." ”

Those big men were familiar with her temper, and they didn't get angry, they got dressed with a smile and walked to both sides of the field, but they didn't leave, as if they wanted to watch a dragon and tiger fight.

Ye Qinghong pointed to the wide square and said: "A sword is bloody, I have heard of your name, and I have long wanted to learn your fast sword, but I have never had the opportunity." This time, you come to the door by yourself, let's have a good swordsmanship, if you win, no one will stop you from going to Jishitang. ”

Conduct walked into the middle of the door unhurriedly, raised the Flowing Wind Sword and said: "My sword is too fast, I can't control it, I will see blood and hurt people when I go out of the sword, but I don't want to hurt you!"

Ye Qinghong's face turned red, and she didn't know what she said to touch her state of mind, she hurriedly turned pale and said hatefully: "You knew that you would hurt me?

A smile appeared at the corner of Cao Xing's mouth: "If you can force me to unsheath my sword, count me as losing." ”

Ye Qinghong was angry and intoxicated by the domineering words of the hateful guy opposite, she hurriedly collected her mind and said coldly: "This is what you said, a gentleman is difficult to chase after a word!"

Conduct raised his hands behind his back and said proudly: "Do it." "It's a look of contempt.

Ye Qinghong was furious, and brazenly pulled out his long sword, and in an instant, his daughter Roumei, who was originally a model, became the fierce ambition of a warrior drawing a sword and life and death.

An icy aura flowed through the field as the sword came out of its sheath.

Ye Qinghong's cultivation is the cold sword intent, and when he practices to the extreme, he can freeze people to death if the sword does not move, but his master, the sword saint Lu Qingshan, once commented that her swordsmanship is only practiced to the second stage at most, and the sword intent is not perfect, Ye Qinghong was very unconvinced before, but today's test of the conduct made her feel that her master's words might be right.

But Ye Qinghong doesn't think that she is not an opponent of the practice, although the sword intent is still flawed, but the cold sword intent she cultivates is also superior in the entire Chang'an Sword Sect, coupled with the exquisite sword technique, even if the sword intent is not perfect, will she still lose against a pawn of the Tongxin Alliance?

What made her even more annoyed was that this horse pawn dared to despise herself, and said that if the sword is unsheathed, she will lose, fortunately, Ye Qinghong is a woman, and it is a fool not to take advantage of it, first provoke him to insist on what he says, and then teach him a good lesson, and let him know that this girl is not easy to mess with.

Ye Qinghong drew his sword in his hand, and he stopped talking nonsense, and with a flash of sword light, he stabbed towards the exercise.

Cao Xingzhi took the Flowing Wind Sword to block it, swung Ye Qinghong's long sword away, and said indifferently: "It's too slow." ”

Ye Qinghong's anger surged, and he brushed a few swords, one sword was faster than the other, and one sword was more complicated than the other, but it seemed that he was just holding the sheathed sword casually and dissolving his sword path.

"The master of the Chang'an Sword Sect is nothing more than that?"

The hateful words spit out from that hateful mouth again, and Ye Qinghong was almost furious, using what he had learned in his body, and dancing a ball of essence light towards the cover of conduct.

"Idiot, he's deliberately provoking you!"

A cold snort came, and Cao Xingzhi frowned and looked, only to see that there was an extra man in white outside the arena, his age was indistinguishable, he looked like he was in his twenties and in his thirties, his face was handsome, his face was handsome, and he had an indescribable extravagance.

Looks like the son of a powerful family.

With an impatient expression, the man in white reminded: "Let go of your anger, calm your emotions, and have a good sword intent, so that nothing can be overcome and indestructible." ”

After being reminded by the man in white, Ye Qinghong immediately came to her senses, her expression slowly became indifferent, and her whole body momentum changed sharply, and she changed from a living person to an immovable ice for ten thousand years.

The sword light flashed, and the long sword, which was originally only a little sharp, released a dazzling light, transparent and dazzling, and from afar, it felt cold.

The indifferent Ye Qinghong has no joy or sorrow, like a puppet who has lost all his feelings, and the light from those beautiful eyes is cold and lifeless.

Ye Qinghong began to dance the sword, she seemed to revel in a world of nothingness, and did not care about the enemies around her, dancing and getting carried away. At the place where the ice sword dances, it is covered with cold mist, like an illusion, and the chill of the bones is straight through the ice heart. In addition, the beauty is like jade, the clothes are fragrant, the hands are slender, and the dexterity is light.

Conduct's eyes lit up, the sky was full of snowflakes, and he re-entered a world of ice and snow, where there were no tasks, no troubles, no fights in the rivers and lakes, no bloody rain, only pure and beautiful snow.

A snowflake floated in, approaching the side of Cao Xing, and suddenly enlarged, and the pure and kind snowflake suddenly turned into a crystal long sword, the sword aura was cold, and the sword was sharp.

Or is it an illusion?

To hide or not to hide?

In a split second, you have to choose between life and death, which is difficult for most people, but it does not include conduct.

His mind is calm enough, his sword is fast enough.

The sword of the exercise, the sword of the sheath, his previous big words were originally to provoke Ye Qinghong, in fact, for him, it is not too important that a sword can not be unsheathed, he can kill people with only the scabbard, and it almost does not affect the speed.

The sword of the exercise was fast enough, faster than anyone could have imagined, and the sheathed sword held the sword of ice and snow.

Then the Ice Sword collapsed and turned back into a pure white snowflake, shattering before the eyes of Conduct.

Poignant smash, with a shocking amazement.

Unmoved, he continued to draw his sword, and the shattered snowflakes recondensed into an ice sword, which was already in front of him in the blink of an eye, but unfortunately it was blocked at the last moment.

The ice sword shattered, turning into a shattered snowflake again, and the cycle repeated, and the exercise continued to draw out the sword, and the sword was out in the impossible, and the sword was not allowed to be released, and it continued to improve in the inability to increase the speed, and it was dozens of times with the ice sword in an instant.

The ice and snow world quickly faded and collapsed in the sound of the clash, and the eyes of the exercise darkened, returning to the real world again.

In front of him, Ye Qinghong was wielding a long sword as translucent and flawless as ice and snow, constantly attacking him, and those illusionary snowflakes and ice swords were all real attacks.

Exercising stretched out his sword to block, swinging Ye Qinghong's last sword, and the sword dance ended, Ye Qinghong, who was intoxicated, woke up like a big dream, and showed a trace of regret in obsession.

But she quickly thought of the current situation, and immediately glanced at Xingzhi with hatred, raised her sword and wanted to continue the attack, when she suddenly heard the man in white say: "Stop! ”

Ye Qinghong looked at the man in white puzzled, and said coldly: "I haven't lost yet!"

The man in white said lightly: "The mood has been broken, how can we talk about winning? Go back to retreat for three months, and if you don't practice your sword intent to a full circle, you are not allowed to go out!"

Ye Qinghong's face turned pale, as if he was not convinced, but he didn't express it after all.

The man in white waved his hand to Xingzhi and said, "Your Excellency can go, Chang'an City is now open to your honor." ”

Xingzhi glanced at the man in white, turned around and left, he didn't ask the name of the man in white, because it was asking for trouble, looking at the attitude of the man in white towards Ye Qinghong, even if this person is not the sword saint Lu Qingshan, he must be a heavyweight of the Chang'an Sword Sect, at this time, more is better than less.