The wind blows the treetops, the moon hides the clouds, and the sudden owl cry is very sad.

Shu Ange swept past countless houses, and finally stopped in a dense forest, with a slight smile in his eyes.

Ximen Blowing Snow was dressed in white, standing against the wind and fluttering in his clothes, like a fairy.

"Master Simon!"

Shu Ange screamed crisply, Ximen didn't look back, and said coldly: "I said, don't follow me again, otherwise you will ......"

His words made Shu Ange chuckle: "Since the owner of the village doesn't want me to follow you, why do you have to appear outside the inn." ”

Ximen didn't look back at the snow, and stood silently in the night, as if he was stumped by Shu Ange's question, and as if he was thinking about something.

Why he went to the inn, and why he stood in front of her window, he didn't figure it out himself.

Is it just a promise, or is there something else?

Ximen Fuxue turned around slowly, his eyes fell on Shu Ange, he stared at her for a moment, and then sighed: "Huo Xiu's martial arts are unfathomable, and there are many strange people in the rivers and lakes in Tsing Yi Building, you have no chance of winning against him." ”

After finishing speaking, he wanted to add a sentence that wanted to cover up: "I promised you to protect you thoroughly." ”

"Is that really all there is to it?"

Shu Ange stepped on the soft soil and took a step forward, only three steps away from the snow blowing at the West Gate.

The two faced each other, Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes were cold and distant, and Shu Ange smiled sweetly.

They have very different personalities, but when they are together, they can't help but be attracted to each other.

Ximen Fuxue looked at Shu Ange with slightly lowered eyes, he couldn't figure out why her figure often appeared in front of him.

"That's it."

He has not yet pursued the ultimate meaning of swordsmanship, and any heartbeat is an obstacle to his quest for the path of swordsmanship.

Shu Ange shook his head, his eyes revealing a hint of pity.

"Man and sword are different, people have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, but the sword is heartless and ruthless. Owner, the sky is also loved, why do you want to fall into a trap and decide to break off love? ”

"You don't understand."

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Ximen Fuxue's eyes, and his fingers rubbed the hilt of his sword, and the cold black iron gave him a sense of peace of mind.

He learned the sword from a young age, and the sword has long been a part of his body.

He attaches more importance to the sword in his hand than to his ethereal feelings.

Shu Ange also looked at the sword in Ximen Blowing Snow's hand, his feelings for the sword were pure and sincere, and killing was like art in his eyes.

He is willing to sacrifice everything in pursuit of supreme kendo.

But is that really right?

Shu Ange said suddenly: "Master Ximen, in your eyes, is there no more important person or thing than a sword?" A relative, a friend, or a future wife. “

Ximen Fuxue stared at him for a moment and nodded slowly: "Yes!" ”

One word, is it persistence, or can't respond to Shu Ange's question?

He doesn't have many friends, Lu Xiaofeng is one, his relatives are no longer around, and he has no plans to marry a wife.

Ximen blows snow and doesn't like fireworks in the world, so he is alone and faces the challenge of heroes.

Either he dies or the opponent dies, there is no other choice!

"In that case, let's compare swordsmanship."

Shu Ange gently pushed his palm, and a plain sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the cold light flickered very sharply, but it was just a mere iron.

Ximen Fuxue looked at Shu An's song sword, and had no intention of fighting.

"The two-year contract has not yet expired."

Shu Ange smiled, her fingers gently stroked the sword, and said casually: "I'm afraid that after the two years are over, the owner of the village can't bear to draw the sword from me." ”

"No, it won't."

Ximen's blowing snow voice was as cold as iron, and Shu Ange casually held a sword flower: "Since you won't, then draw your sword now, or the owner is reluctant to ......"

Speaking of the three words of reluctance, Shu Ange's eyes were bright, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smart smile, as if he was provoking and teasing.

Simon was silent, and a moment later, his sword was unsheathed silently.

A really good sword is silent, and the sword is like a flowing cloud, silent.

He glanced at Shu Ange's sword, and suddenly said: "Change the sword, Ximen Blowing Snow never deceives people." “

Shu Ange flicked the blade of the sword with his fingernails, shook his head and said, "No need, so be it, and ask the owner for advice." ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't know why Shu Ange was aggressive, but for the first time in his life, he hesitated a little when he raised his sword.

He always thought that the blood that remained on the tip of the sword when the sword pierced the throat of the opponent was a lonely and cold beauty.

But the thought that his sword might pierce Shu Ange's throat gave rise to a strange uneasiness in his heart.

"Please."

The master is the most taboo distraction, and Ximen Blowing Snow forcibly gathers the central god, trying to block selfish distractions, and regards her as a rare opponent in his life.

She is indeed a rare opponent, Ximen Fuxue remembered her endless wonderful sword moves, her amazing light skills, and his heart gradually sank.

It's just an opponent, as long as you treat her as an opponent.

Shu Ange quietly looked at Ximen Blowing Snow, watched his eyes change, and watched him go from hesitant to awe-inspiring like ice and snow.

"Good!"

Shu Ange responded with a good word, and the tip of the sword was gently handed forward, and his expression also became awe-inspiring.

The night breeze gently blew the clothes of the two, the insects chirped and the birds were silent, and the moonlight sprinkled in the quiet woods like flowing water.

The two figures, one white and one green, are intertwined in the moonlight, like ghosts, and the sword light is dripping, making people dare not force their eyes.

Equal!

Ximen Blowing Snow didn't expect that Shu Ange's swordsmanship was more subtle than he imagined.

Every time, when he thought she had no way to retreat, she suddenly changed her sword moves, which brought him endless surprises.

Ximen Blowing Snow's fighting spirit was stimulated, and he spared no effort to make a move.

After Shu Ange noticed this, he smiled bitterly in his heart, and could only go all out to deal with him.

If she wasn't a sword saint, if she hadn't mastered the essence of swordsmanship, I'm afraid she would have been buried under the Ximen Blowing Snow Sword at this moment.

The sword path of the two of them is significantly different, Ximen Blowing Snow replaces defense with offense, never bothering to cover his vital points, and his shots are very sharp.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two exchanged hundreds of moves, but they still did not decide the winner.

The birds startled and flapped their wings out of the woods, and their cries were terrible.

The moon hid in the clouds again, and the two ghostly figures finally stopped, Shu Ange's sword tip hung on the ground, and Ximen Fuxue's sword blade pierced her ribs.

The beads of blood penetrated Shu Ange's light clothes, and they turned red.

Ximen Fuxue suddenly withdrew his sword, and a trace of panic flashed in his rarely discolored eyes: "Why don't you hide." ”

She was obviously able to dodge this attack, but the blood remaining on the tip of the sword made Ximen Blowing Snow's heart burn suddenly.

Shu Ange pressed his palm on the wound, smiled faintly, and his eyes fell to the ground.

Ximen Fuxue followed her gaze, and suddenly found that the two of them had made a move before, and carved four words with sword qi.