"Here." Under the draped black veil, Alain said in a low voice, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the alley where he had just stopped, but the doubts in his heart did not dissipate.

They made an appointment to meet here, and now it was just the right time, and the flowers really came on time, but the way seemed to be a little too ostentatious.

Why didn't she change her clothes?

The thought came to me for the second time, and it was never suppressed again.

Alain subconsciously slowed down his pace, staring deeply at the slender figure walking in front, and the worry in his eyes turned to be replaced by doubt.

The alley is very quiet, and all the people in the city gather on the riverside to wait to see the painting boat swimming in the river, but the neighboring alleys are lonely.

The girl didn't seem to sense the hesitation of the man behind her, and stepped briskly into the alley, and a very strong fragrance came from the rolled skirt, which was blown away by the east wind.

As soon as she entered the alley, the girl turned her head and tilted her head playfully towards her personal guard, as if observing something, and chuckled as usual.

Somehow, the delicate figure made Alain's heart beat rapidly, his mind ached, and his whole person seemed to be split in half by a giant axe.

Bloody gas!

He stopped, his mind filled with a surge of emotion.

At that moment, in the rich fragrance of "Thyme", the extremely faint, rust-like taste, like a thin needle, pierced the softness and beauty of the sky, and also pierced Alain's heart that was temporarily blinded by joy.

It was a familiar smell to him. Whenever the black and white swords in his palm shattered his throat bone and severed his head, the splash of blood was still warm, and it was like this.

Alain's eyes under the hood were instantly cold, and his hands quickly pressed to the hilt of his sword.

This wasn't the girl he was waiting for.

But she was wearing a flowery dress.

Alain's face turned pale, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly turned into murderous intent.

"Whoa—"

The sound was as familiar as ever, and Alain turned his wrist almost without thinking, and the image of blood, blue dress, and broken white leno was already in his mind.

However, the familiar black and white sword light did not appear as expected.

His hands were being crushed by a tremendous force.

A chill rose in his heart, and Alain suddenly lowered his head.

Two delicate white hands were firmly pressed on the hilts of the twin swords.

Two fingers, to be exact.

The two delicate and flexible index fingers, seemingly delicate, but in fact unmatchedly precise, firmly locked the tension spring of the hilt, and the force was amazing.

When did she come closer?

The chill in his heart gradually expanded, and the air around him became extremely cold at this moment.

For a moment, Alain even felt that his wrist might have broken in the process of drawing his sword, because he could not feel the touch of his palm touching the hilt, nor could he detect the slight coolness of the black and white jade pendant under the hilt.

These two slender fingers were like two pieces of lead, and the unsheathed double sword was forced back into the scabbard.

Alain's slender eyebrows rose sharply, and the reaction of the years of assassination caused him to retreat in an instant, unloading the power of the hilt of his sword, and at the same time his body swayed, his arms pierced, and his hands pressed against the tension spring for the second time. ….

At this moment, the huge force pressing on the hilt of the sword suddenly lightened, Alan couldn't retract for a while, his feet shook slightly, he couldn't help but tighten his heart, and subconsciously left the sword with both hands, staggered in front of his chest.

At this moment, a fierce wind struck, and the great force that had made him unable to draw his sword fell like a mountain peak, and struck straight at his sternum.

"Bang-"

Alan took the other man's palm hard, and the sharp pain in his arm made him realize what terrifying power was contained in the petite body in front of him. Fortunately, he retreated in time and his body was not disordered, so he lost most of his strength, and his arm was not injured. And even so, the chill in the back of the heart spread all over the body.

She saw through my martial arts path.

Alain thought.

Sword drawing.

A kind of swordsmanship that was born from the sword drawing technique of Dongying and was mastered by the Xinli warriors.

Alain practiced the simplest and most simple of them:

Kill with a sword, never miss.

Even on the moment he was most wounded, he drew his sword at the last minute and decapitated his opponent's head.

Obviously, this woman was jealous of his swordsmanship, and she would never distance herself from him by taking advantage of his close attacks.

In a flash of thought, Alain's figure had already moved one step ahead, and his mind unexpectedly sounded the master's teachings back then:

"What the enemy is afraid of, I am attacking."

The more the opponent avoids taboos, the more he should attack his shortcomings and show his strengths, so that he can be invincible.

The pace of his feet changed again, the sound of "brushing and brushing" in the alley was like flying leaves sweeping the ground, and Alain's whole person was like a fallen leaf in the wind, retreating backwards, and at the same time turning his shoulders to the side, when he was in mid-air, the hands that had struck his chest had pressed the hilt of the sword again.

He will draw his sword.

With only two swords in hand, he was confident that he could abolish the female warrior in front of him from nowhere in three moves, and then break the bones of the other party's whole body, forcing her to ask her about the whereabouts of Hua Zhen.

Something must have happened to Hana.

The thought did not break Alain's will, but it inspired him to be more powerful than ever, and the knuckles of his wrists suddenly protruded, and the five fingers that had been sharpened out of the calloused were as hard as iron, and the tension spring was pressed like lightning.

"Qiang—"

The sword roared again, and the black and white sword light shot out, and Alain's eyebrows and eyes were also illuminated by this cold light, and the bottom of that eye was surging with monstrous killing intent.

However, the cold light that rose was only two inches.

The girl seemed to have anticipated her opponent's intentions, and her slender white fingers suddenly probed forward with an unbelievable momentum, and the snake-like spirit was on the hilts of the two swords.

The bouncing sword fell back into the sheath again, and the sound of the sword was the sound of the two swords entering the sheath at the same time.

With the power of one finger, the two swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the killing intent in Alain's eyes was like broken ice, showing cracks.

There is no third chance.

The fluttering blue yarn was like an overwhelming net at this moment, and every inch of the net was covered with sharp thorns like sharp needles.

The hairs on Alain's face stood on end, his breathing was almost unsustainable, and the internal force of the woman in front of him was beyond imagination, and the feeling of pressure in front of him made him have to open his mouth and grab the slightly cold air with force.

"Knock knock—"

The auspicious time has come, thousands of sails are vying for the crossing, the flower boats and colorful boats are all sailing away from the wharf, the musicians on the boat play the music of praying to the gods, the servants and witches dance and make sacrifices, the priests hold high the flags of grains and insects, chant ancient songs, the sound of trumpets, gongs and drums and the cheers of the people crowded on both sides of the strait fill the whole world, noisy and lively, boiling the sky.

In the alley, there are no more people.

The rare grand scene of White Frost City has attracted thousands of empty alleys, and no one knows what happened in the alleys.

The east wind blew in, rolling up the dry dust of the northland, and the messy footprints trampled on the ground in the alley were quickly covered by the dust.

Yao Jishan