Miss Nie raised her sword to block it, and suddenly felt that the strength of this sword was very strong, but fortunately, the green jade relics flashed and removed part of the strength for her, but in this way, she also took two steps back.

She was secretly surprised in her heart, she didn't expect that after Han Chuang got the space, the combat power that broke out would be so strong, so she didn't think about it, the short sword was unfolded, and the sword was extremely fierce, as if she was desperate, completely ignoring the defense.

Han Chuang's sword with sword intent could not defeat Miss Nie, and he was secretly surprised in his heart. Between a few breaths, the two fought dozens of moves, and they didn't back down, a wooden sword and a short sword collided on the iron cable, the sword light floated, sparks splashed, and the two fought to the extreme, like two silver dragons, ups and downs, erratic.

Miss Nie was originally a stubborn person, but she was forced to retreat by a move, she was not convinced, her swordsmanship was faster, and for a while, the sword shadow was all over the sky, while Han Chuang gave up the fast sword and used the Tai Chi Eighteen Sword Style to fight the enemy.

Lifting the jack pendant under his feet, standing on the ground, the wooden sword in his hand is drawn in circles, large circles, small circles, circles in circles, rings in circles, Rao is Miss Nie's every sword is as fast as lightning, fast like a strong wind, and it can't always attack Han Chuang's sword circle.

In a trance, she only felt that no matter where the sword blade was pointing, she would encounter a force of counterattack, and the wooden sword in Han Chuang's hand, like the water of sinking sand, would consume her true qi little by little.

Miss Nie is also a person who knows the goods, gasped, and thought: "This slow and leisurely circle swordsmanship is so powerful, it can rebound the true qi on my sword, so it must be consumed to death by him." His heart was in a mess, the faster the long sword in his hand, the more he fell into Han Chuang's ring, and it didn't take long for his face to turn pale, and the top of his head was steaming like smoke, which was obviously a sign of consumption transition.

Han Chuang wanted to use the Tai Chi Eighteen Sword Style to consume Miss Nie, and he didn't attack it, but just used the short sword to attract her with soft strength, and followed his own rhythm, and at the same time secretly used the Devouring Martial Spirit to devour the true qi on Miss Nie's sword, which was the safest way to play, but he forgot to think about it - Miss Nie's desire to win.

The green jade relics suddenly turned blue, and in an instant, Miss Nie's short sword got rid of Han Chuang's control, only to see her eyes glaze out, a wisp of hatred flashed in her eyes, and the remaining true qi was poured into the short sword, and the short sword that was already dazzling became more and more cold.

"Die!"

A sword stabbed out, and it faintly touched the edge of the sword intent.

The originally impregnable Tai Chi sword circle collapsed under the power of this sword, and there seemed to be invisible cracks in the air.

This sword broke through the defense of the Taiji sword circle and stabbed Han Chuang in the chest, and in a hurry, Han Chuang flashed to the side, and the wooden sword in his hand was cut out along the trajectory of the short sword, blocking the short sword slightly, and at the same time blasting out with a punch in his left hand.

King Kong Fist!

In the five fists of the I Ching, the punch method of winning with pure strength, wrapped in layers of true qi, pushed out; Miss Nie was caught off guard, and the short sword was separated by the wooden sword, so she could only gather her fingers into a palm and meet it.

Hearing only the muffled sound of "fluttering", both of them fell like a broken kite, falling off the iron cable and falling towards the abyss under the cliff.

The scenery on both sides rose rapidly, and the body was falling uncontrollably, and Han Chuang saw Miss Nie's blank eyes, as if there were tears swirling in their sockets.

Almost subconsciously, he twisted in mid-air, grabbed Miss Nie's shoulder, and held her in his arms.

At this moment, it was only a breath of time, but he didn't know how long he had been falling, he only felt the sound of whirring wind pouring into his ears, and the cold wind was like a knife, scraping his skin.

At this moment, the girl Nie in her arms suddenly moved, as if she was trying her best to push him away. Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he said solemnly: "Don't move, if you move again, the two of us will be finished!"

The wind drowned out his voice, but Miss Nie understood what he meant from his unangry eyes, and curled up in his arms, motionless.

Why, why do I feel so warm in this embrace?

The tears in the corners of his eyes finally flowed out and floated in the air, turning into a long line of water.

"Are we going to die?" asked Miss Nie.

"No, we won't die!" Han Chuang's eyes lit up and he saw a protruding rock.

Without any hesitation, he used enough true qi and fiercely inserted the deep-sea ironwood sword in his hand that was as hard as fine iron into the rock wall.

"Zizi!" the wooden sword let out a scream of pain, sparks flying, leaving a trail of taste on the rock wall, and the fall slowed but did not stop.

Hearing only the sound of "Zheng", the sword broke, and there was no buffer place to support, Han Chuang hugged Miss Nie and fell down sharply.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a soft voice: "I'm going to die, you don't know my name yet, remember, my name is Nie Qingqing, the green of the grass." ”

The sound is like a jade bead rolling down on the snow, tender and moist, and it is indescribably good.

For a moment, Han Chuang forgot that what he was holding in his arms was a martial artist with excellent martial arts, and he only thought that she was a soft man who needed protection.

"Damn what hell! I'm not going to let you die!"

He lifted the tiger's claws, his true qi condensed on his fingertips, and grabbed a pine sticking out from the side of the rock, and at that moment, he only heard the click of his arm, and the fingers "crackled", needless to say, the hand was broken.

How violent the force of the fall was, how could it be stopped by manpower, if it hadn't been for the beginning of the use of the wooden sword to unload the force once, Han Chuang's arm would definitely have been separated at this moment, or with the previous unloading force, this arm was also broken from the phalanx humerus.

"Shhh

There was cold air in his mouth, and the heart-rending pain eroded Han Chuang's body, and the outstretched arm was numb, but it was still firmly hanging on top of Qiu Song.

Han Chuang hugged Miss Nie, swayed on the pine branches, and looked down to see that the fog was thick and he couldn't see the bottom of the valley.

Is the foot a battle high?

No one knows.

"Stopped, are we safe?" Nie Qingqing's voice came from his arms, soft like a snowball rolling down a jade plate, very good.

Han Chuang looked at Qiu Song, who was bent by them, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm afraid there is no safety." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a "click", and the pine branch broke off, and the two of them suddenly fell down.

"Ahh

Nie Qingqing screamed and hugged Han Chuang even tighter.

"Shhh

Touching the injured arm, Han Chuang let out a moan.

Nie Qingqing raised his head slightly and looked at the boy carefully, his original sword eyebrows and starry eyes twisted together, as if he was enduring the pain that could not be dissolved.

"What's wrong with you, are you injured?" Nie Qingqing asked.

Han Chuang looked at his arm and smiled bitterly.

Following Han Chuang's gaze, Nie Qingqing saw that the hand that had been completely deformed, but was still holding on to Qi Song, and tears couldn't stop falling: "Why are you so stupid, why do you want to grab it with your hands." ”

Han Chuang rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "If I don't use my hands to catch it, we'll all be finished." But it was not easy to say this casually, just said: "It's nothing, it's just broken, and when we are safe, we can just pick it up." ”

Nie Qingqing looked at the mist under his feet and said faintly, "Can we still be safe?"

There was another "click", the pine branch broke again, and they fell down again, Han Chuang had to adjust his body posture and stick closer to Nie Qingqing.

"Believe me, it will be safe, it will be!" Han Chuang glanced at his feet, and then at the pine branch that seemed to be about to break for the third time, his eyes lit up, as if he had made up his mind.