Nie Qingqing's sword has never been so simple.

As early as when he fought with her on the iron lock, Han Chuang understood.

If his sword is a dignified sword that destroys his opponent from the front, then Nie Qingqing's sword is an extremely evil sword.

The wind chimes were dodging, but to his shock, the dagger followed him like an appendage.

He retreated, his sword advanced, without the slightest pause, the blade of the sword was always about three feet away from his body, and this distance was imperceptibly shortened.

The wind chime turned his heart sideways, ready to stop, and took the sword hard, but suddenly the sword slowed down.

It was as if the original storm had suddenly stopped, and it had become an understatement, but the wind chimes did not dare to despise the sword, and he knew that if he was not careful, the sword would poke a hole in his chest.

A bloody hole.

He has his hands crossed to his chest, and his hands are the most reliable defense, even with the wind chimes with the body of steel.

The tip of the sword stabbed unbiasedly in the arm, stagnating, and a smile was already rippling on the face of the wind chime.

"You've lost!" he was about to say this, when he suddenly saw Nie Qingqing's smile.

It's hard for you to imagine that a yellow-faced woman would show such an amazing smile, although the skin and flesh under the smile are so unbearable, but it does not prevent the smile from being amazing, it is a kind of triumphant smile.

The tip of the sword suddenly turned.

Three hundred and sixty degrees, then another three hundred and sixty degrees, and another ......

It is impossible for a person's wrist to rotate like this, but the sword can, because Nie Qingqing has already let go, she is using her true qi to control the high-speed rotation of the short sword, which is an extremely clever technique of leaving the sword.

Han Chuang had never seen anyone use a sword like this, but when it came to such a whimsical swordsmanship and appeared on Nie Qingqing, everything was logical.

Imaginary people use imaginative swordsmanship, and everything is logical.

"Win!" Han Chuang muttered.

From head to toe, the wind chime could not move a bit, he knew that once he moved, he would no longer be able to control the short sword, but if he did not move, it was just a rhythm of slow death;

The muscles on Feng Chime's face trembled one by one, and a strange twist of horizontal flesh all over him, he glanced at Wei Zhenye on the rostrum, and finally lowered his arrogant head and said, "I admit defeat!"

The words were closed and the sword stopped, and the score was exactly the same, showing Nie Qingqing's perfect control over the short sword.

She stood still, smiling and looking at the wind chimes.

Feng Chime suddenly sighed and said, "In this competition, I am not unjustly lost." "He is a person who takes and puts down, and if he loses, he loses, and he will never find any reason to explain.

With a whoosh, the short sword was tucked into the cuffs, Nie Qingqing smiled slightly, and said, "If you hadn't stood where I had been, I wouldn't have been able to defeat you so easily." ”

Feng Chime let out a long sigh and said, "Even if I try my best to deal with you, I will lose, right" His eyes were firmly locked on Nie Qingqing's gaze, and he suddenly found that under this ordinary appearance, there were a pair of bright eyes.

Nie Qingqing smiled undeniably, and did not say "yes" or "no".

Wind Chimes suddenly understood something, laughed and walked out of the ring, stepped a little, stepped on everyone's heads and ran away, and soon, the back disappeared on the horizon.

Nie Qingqing smiled slightly, and shouted loudly, "Who else is going to come up and challenge me." ”

"I'm coming!" a voice shouted.

Maybe it was Nie Qingqing's luck that he won just now, or maybe others didn't understand the mystery at all, and a challenger quickly jumped into the ring.

Nie Qingqing didn't give him a chance to speak at all, under the sun, he saw the sword light flashing, the figure rose and fell, and he returned to the same place in an instant, and the young man who challenged only felt that his ears lit up, and when he touched it with his hand, it was actually a piece of broken hair, and he was shocked in his heart.

It turned out that between the ups and downs just now, Nie Qingqing used a short sword to shave off the hair on his sideburns, and this time it would be easy to take his life instead of cutting his hair.

Nie Qingqing looked at the young man with a smile and said, "Do you still want to fight?"

"No, no, thank you for your mercy. The young man said in a trembling voice, almost escaping from the ring as fast as he could, not even daring to look at Nie Qingqing.

The audience laughed and shouted, "Where did you come from, shame on you." ”

"yes, shame, shame. ”

There is still a person with good eyesight who said: "This girl's swordsmanship is not simple, not only is it fast, but the angle that appears is very special, it is really difficult to beat her." ”

Han Fu'er also looked at Nie Qingqing in the ring with a shocked face, she never thought that this sister-in-law, who usually looks weak and unscrupulous, would have such a sharp swordsmanship, you must know that to defeat the wind chime, Nie Qingqing didn't even use her martial spirit, she just relied on swordsmanship.

And in the second game, it was even a soldier who surrendered without a fight, and with Han Fu'er's eyesight, he didn't even see how Nie Qingqing made his sword.

Fu Liu looked at Han Fu'er who was shocked, and said with a smile: "It is not only the martial soul that determines the victory, but also the exquisite martial arts play an important role.

Han Chuang nodded and agreed: "Not only is the speed fast, but the angle of the sword is also very fast, Qingqing is stronger than when we fought each other." ”

Han Fu'er heard a hint of overtones, and said with a smile: "What's the matter? Big brother has fought with Sister Qingqing? Who won?"

Even Fu Liu looked at Han Chuang with a look of surprise.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "We don't know each other if we don't fight, as for that competition-" He shook his head with a smile, and said, "I didn't win, and she didn't lose either." ”

He couldn't help but recall the time he spent with Nie Qingqing at the bottom of the Yinshan Mountain cliff, although it was difficult and dangerous, it was the best time he had ever spent.

Thinking about it, Nie Qingqing had already won nine battles, and each of the nine victories was only one sword each, without using the martial soul or the second sword.

Such a record can be said to be unprecedented in Yunzhou, and the audience in the audience began to talk about it.

"You said how this woman did it, she didn't use martial arts. ”

"I don't know, it's incredible. ”

"Yes, I can't imagine that the sword must be the problem of the sword. ”

Some people thought they had a plan, but it was quickly rejected.

"Nonsense, you didn't see that sword, it was an ordinary swordsmanship, no different from the one you bought in the blacksmith shop. ”

"But she ......"

"That's a great swordsmanship. ”

......

In the noisy noise, I suddenly heard a "zheng" sound, and a piano sound sounded in the audience. Strange to say, the sound of the piano is so clear in such a noisy environment, as if it is playing in the ears of a person.

Fuliu couldn't help but clap his hands and laughed: "What a clever piano skill, it's really wonderful." ”

The sound of the piano carries a kind of sad and resentful emotion, which makes people can't help but indulge in it, and even Nie Qingqing in the ring can't help but be attracted.

Han Chuang suddenly raised his head and looked around.

Han Fu'er was puzzled: "Big brother, what's wrong?"

At this time, the sound of the piano changed again, and it was difficult to eliminate just now, but now it became impassioned, and there was a sound of slaughtering swords in the excitement, and the sun in the sky seemed to be gloomy.

Nie Qingqing stood on the stage, staring at the bottom of the stage, his right hand was raised, the short sword trembled, and a sword roar sounded.

The sound of "buzzing" was like an ice pick chiseled into everyone's ears, making people's eyes clear.

Nie Qingqing sneered slightly and said, "If you want to go on stage, you will go to power, why do you hide your head and show your tail so much." ”

I heard a chuckle, and a figure swept through the air. Han Chuang looked at it fixedly, his eyes full of disappointment.

The person who came was a man, a bald man, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with red lips and white teeth, eyes like shooting stars, and a beautiful face like a girl; a piano floating in the void on his chest, a sword behind his back, and a folding fan in his waist; his expression was gentle and elegant, and his demeanor was outstanding, and even Han Chuang was faintly impressed by him.

His whole body was spotless, like an idler for nine days, with a special warmth between his smiles, but there was a full distance.

He bowed his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Girl, I have no intention of fighting with you, but I suddenly saw such a wonderful swordsmanship, and I couldn't help but play the piano." ”

Nie Qingqing frowned slightly, and said, "Should I call you Gongzi or Master?"

The person who came smiled and said: "Whether it is a son or a master, it is just a title, if Miss must need a title, just call me a monk." ”

Nie Qingqing smiled slightly and said, "Don't be a monk, this name is very chic." ”

The monk smiled and said, "It is impossible for a monk to keep the precepts, but I can't, so I can only put the can't in the Dharma number?"

Nie Qingqing only felt that this young monk was a little interesting, so he smiled and said: "I don't care what you can't do, now you are swinging, you have already been in the fight, if you don't fight, admit defeat as soon as possible." ”

As soon as these words came out, Han Chuang in the audience couldn't help frowning.

Han Fu'er couldn't help but say, "Big brother, what's wrong?"

Han Chuang said in a deep voice: "This monk is not simple. ”

Fu Liu followed and said: "It's not simple, if you fight him, I will definitely bet on him to win." ”

Han Fu'er was taken aback when she heard this, her eyes stared at Han Chuang, and after a while, Han Chuang said, "That's right, I am indeed not his opponent. ”

Just now, he tried to peek at this unattainable monk with his subtle ability, but found that there was no fluctuation of true qi on his body, but listening to the sound of the piano and seeing his body, he was definitely a master, and in this way, there was only one possibility left.

- This monk is very strong, stronger than he expected.

Nie Qingqing also knew that the monk was very strong, but she also understood that this was her last battle, and no matter how strong the enemy was, she would fight, so she hoped to take advantage of her nine consecutive victories and fight with the monk when she was in full swing, so she made a provocative statement.

But he didn't want the monk to just smile slightly, and left the ring.

"Girl, I advise you, although the treasures in the pagoda are good, they may not be blessings, and it is not too late to turn back. As he spoke, the monk's voice disappeared into the crowd.

The real disappearance, no one sees how he disappears, just as no one sees how he appears.