Chapter 5: Dancing on the Tip of the Sword

The warbler rings crisply, and the spring breeze smiles drunk. If you want to say that the flowers are ashamed, the phoenix cries and the jade dew is broken.

The snow and dew came, the clouds made the clothes and flowers, and the neon clothes and feathers were colorful. The body is delicate and light, flowing with crystal brilliance, like the Nine Heavens Xuannu descending into the world, making people unable to take their eyes off.

She walked up to Han Xuanming and smiled slightly, which was simply confusing.

Xue Linglu spoke: "Heavenly Tribulation Sword, Nine Heavens Continent, what countless people dream of, but they can't ask for it. How, how do you feel about it?"

Hearing this, Han Xuanming was stunned, shocked in his heart, and speechless.

The adventure of the Star Palace, the matter of obtaining the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, Han Xuanming has never mentioned it to others, and it stands to reason that no one should know. This woman, what is her origin, how can she know Han Xuanming's secret?

After a long time, Han Xuanming calmed down, looked around, and after making sure that there was no one, he pretended not to know what to do, and asked, "What are you talking about? What Heavenly Tribulation Sword, I don't know!"

Xue Linglu chuckled "hehe", her voice was like ice dew broken jade, but at this time, in Han Xuanming's ears, it was so harsh, it made him feel cold, and goosebumps broke out all over his body.

Xue Linglu surrounded Han Xuanming, turned around a few times, and behind him, he whispered: "Don't pretend to be stupid, you haven't thought about it, who pushed you down to the bottom of the cloud sea cliff?"

"It's you!" Han Xuanming exclaimed.

Xue Linglu walked up to Han Xuanming's side, smiled again, and said, "Don't worry, there are no outsiders here, and you don't have to hide anything from me, I know very well what happened under the cliff of the sea of clouds and in the Star Palace!"

"You...... What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

"Don't you understand?" Xue Linglu stared at Han Xuanming, smiling ethereal, like a fairy in the sky, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and said, "I mean, I already know about you getting the Heavenly Tribulation Sword." ”

As he spoke, between the palms of Xue Linglu, a golden light was entangled, and the brilliance was abnormal, and it was imprinted towards Han Xuanming's chest. In the next moment, Xue Linglu retreated backwards, like a fairy Ling Bo crossing, far away from Han Xuanming.

When Han Xuanming looked in the direction of Xue Linglu, his eyes were as big as a bell, and he was shocked.

"This ...... How is that possible?!" Han Xuanming shouted.

"How could it be?" Xue Linglu chuckled softly, playing with a silver sword in her hand. The sword was three feet long, shining with silver light, as if the infinite moonlight was condensed on it.

This sword is the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Silver Spirit!

Rubbing the long sword in his hand, Xue Ling smiled skillfully, sprinkled a sound like a jade bell, and said: "In the end, it is the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, it is really a good thing, no wonder, for so many years, the monks of the world have been asking for it." ”

Xue Linglu looked at Han Xuanming, with a bit of provocation, and said, "Didn't you say that you don't know what the Heavenly Tribulation Sword is?

Seeing this situation, Han Xuanming was shocked and stayed on the spot, like a wooden clay sculpture.

Han Xuanming's heart was spinning rapidly, thinking about everything.

In the previous life, the acquaintance with this woman was purely accidental. But since then, for some reason, it seems that someone has secretly arranged everything, and there has always been an entanglement between Han Xuanming and her.

At that time, she was a high goddess, but Han Xuanming was just a little-known person. Every time they meet, for some reason, there is no need for a reason, this woman is always mixing everywhere, aiming at Han Xuanming, and commanding her.

Between the two, it should be two parallel lines that do not intersect, but in the dark, there are always people who connect the two. And this woman, that domineering look, is really disgusting.

Even now, living again, everything at the beginning still makes Han Xuanming difficult to let go, resentful in his heart, and hates this woman very much!

But now, everything about Han Xuanming, the secret in his heart, what happened in the Star Palace, the secret that he got the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, this woman, how did she know?

Looking at Han Xuanming's surprised expression, Xue Linglu couldn't help but sneer and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else what happened today." ”

"Today, you have never seen me, and I have never seen you. Heavenly Tribulation Sword, in this world, so far, there is only one, in the hands of your master. Xue Linglu said indifferently.

Xue Linglu's words surprised Han Xuanming even more, he couldn't figure out what it was, couldn't figure out the reason, and asked out loud, "What do you mean?"

Xue Linglu didn't answer, the long sword in his hand pointed at the sky, and threw it vigorously in the direction of Han Xuanming, and said at the same time: "What do you mean? It's not interesting!"

Seeing this, Han Xuanming stretched out his hand, wanting to catch the sword thrown by Xue Linglu. But he never thought that the fingertips of Xue Linglu flashed with a touch of silver light, and the two fingers pointed at the silver spirit and hooked upward.

In an instant, the silver spirit seemed to wake up from its slumber, exuding a great coercion, one turned into ten, ten turned into hundred, hundreds of heavenly swords were suspended, and the tips of the swords rushed down, all pointing at Han Xuanming's head.

"This ...... Impossible!" Han Xuanming exclaimed.

What he saw in front of him made Han Xuanming even more incredulous, and even gave birth to a sense of frustration.

The Heavenly Tribulation Sword Silver Spirit, blessed with a seal, is difficult to show. She had been practicing hard for more than two months to get to such a point, but what about her, why, she was only the first time she had been in contact with it, and she could be so proficient in using this sword?

At the corner of Xue Linglu's mouth, an imperceptible smile appeared, and he asked Han Xuanming, "What you see in front of you, this is the case, what is impossible?"

Without allowing Han Xuanming to question, Xue Linglu swiped his two fingers across the air, and hundreds of heavenly swords merged into one and fell in front of Han Xuanming.

Looking at Han Xuanming's surprised expression, Xue Ling smiled smugly and said, "Come on, let me see, what is the power of this Heavenly Tribulation Sword?"

"Heavenly Sword Shenwei, hopefully, this sword falls into your hands, it is not buried!" As he spoke, the snow and dew all over his body, a colorful mist swirled up, steaming, as if the heavenly fairy descended into the red dust.

"Wait a minute!"

Han Xuanming wanted to refuse, however, Xue Linglu had already moved, flying in the air, dancing lightly, and fluttering.

The feather coat is beautiful, the glow is shining, the fairy posture is moving, and it is fluttering lightly and smartly. A jade arm swung out, as white as a jade lotus, and swept towards Han Xuanming's neck with a slash in the air.

Han Xuanming had no choice but to take the sword in mid-air and attack at Xue Linglu.

Taking the silver spirit, Han Xuanming raised his head to the sky, avoiding the palm swept by the snow and dew, and then strode back.

Snow Linglu danced in the air, his face was shocking, his skin was like condensed fat, and he held his waist and flew forward, like an upside-down willow, swinging willow branches, and swept towards Han Xuanming again.

Han Xuanming moved with his sword, and the long sword danced horizontally, like a silver dragon stirring the river, swinging out a wave of energy, and poked directly in the direction of the snow and dew.

Xue Linglu spun around, dodging Han Xuanming's stabbing sword, and at the same time, jumped upward. Its body is light and soft, like catkins floating clouds, fluttering and flying.

Her arms were outstretched, like a colorful phoenix flapping its wings, and her toes were a little on her tiptoes, stepping on the void, and the clouds went straight up.

Seeing this, Han Xuanming slammed his feet on the ground, and the strength was so strong that the earth directly opened up, cracking into countless tiny cracks, dense like spider webs.

Leaping into the air, the long sword pointed at the sky, and pursued in the direction of the snow and dew.

The two of them were in mid-air, staring at each other. One is holding a long sword, like a big peng flying sideways, and the other is full of colorful clouds, as if a phoenix is in the sky.

"Phew!"

A sword shadow slashed by, the silver light was brilliant, like a comet falling, Han Xuanming held a long sword, and kept swinging towards the snow and dew. However, Xue Linglu did not fight back, his arms were stretched horizontally, and he flew back in the air.

The corners of Xue's eyes are always with a smile, I don't know why.

In Han Xuanming's view, this is definitely a kind of contempt, the meaning of looking down on it, which is not necessary to say it in words at all, which is unacceptable, and the mood is becoming more and more impatient.

Finally, Han Xuanming couldn't hold back any longer, his chest was angry, and he shouted, "Hey, are you fighting or not?"

Xue Linglu was not in a hurry, still laughing, gently hooking the corners of her mouth, and turning everyone upside down with a smile. The outstretched arm was forward, pinched into an orchid, and flicked the long sword towards Han Xuanming.

"Dang!"

The jade finger and the long sword collided in one place, and a sound like a golden stone sounded.

This voice seemed to hit Han Xuanming's heart, making him tingling and unbearable. For him, this is a kind of humiliation, and Xue Linglu's condescending attitude is unacceptable.

In the last life, it has always been like this!

Like an adult teasing a toddler, this woman seems to always stand on the top of the top, overlooking Han Xuanming, making him unable to raise his head.

Han Xuanming didn't know her identity, only her background, which was absolutely powerful.

In the previous life, countless encounters, every time I saw it, this woman's eyes, that kind of provocative look, never concealed it. High up, commanding, that kind of pride on the face, makes people almost suffocated.

Why is this woman always targeting Han Xuanming?

Thinking of the past encounters, Han Xuanming's hatred couldn't help but arise spontaneously, and his mind was messy. The sword in his hand, the sword moves gradually became scattered, there was no order to speak of, and in the end, it was just waving indiscriminately.

At this time, Xue Linglu turned in the air and jumped to the sky, and his body was light and agile, like a colorful swallow flying. A little on the tip of his toes, he landed directly on the tip of the Heavenly Tribulation Sword and stood on it.

Xue Linglu smiled and said, "Such a sword technique, but it has defiled this peerless sword!"

Han Xuanming was displeased when he heard this, and he stepped backwards, drawing the sword that stepped on Xue Linglu's feet. Han Xuanming was in the air, flew out for several feet, and landed on top of a green bamboo.

On the other side, the snow moved in the air, and the body showed up, falling downward, and also fell on a green bamboo.

Between the bamboo forests, the breeze blows, and a green sea ripples. The two people, just like that, stood above the green sea, motionless, quietly staring at their opponents.

The green bamboo stands tall and moves with the gust of wind, dancing and waving. The bamboo leaves spread all over the sky, rippling into an endless ocean, rolling and undulating, waving a large green wave.

Han Xuanming stared, looked at the person opposite, and finally moved again. The silver spirit threw it into the sky, pointed at the sky with two fingers together, a silver glow was brilliant, and he slashed across the air, and scolded in his mouth: "Look at the move!"

High in the sky, the divine sword roared, like lightning and thunder. The boundless silver light shone, and the silver spirit showed its might, transforming into hundreds of heavenly swords, towards the direction of snow and dew, like a meteor shower falling.

Xue Linglu was unmoved, standing on the green bamboo, tiptoe down, and jumped up.

Colorful streamers, like bursts of auspicious mist, swirl around the snow and dew, protecting her in it. Snow Linglu danced in the sword rain, with a graceful posture, showing the softness of women to the fullest.

It is like snow falling on flowers, like colorful butterflies dancing in the wind, and the posture of snow and dew is comparable to soft water, swimming in hundreds of long swords.

A silver sword seemed to be slashed by silver thunder, but it could only stick to Xue Linglu's body, and could not hurt it in the slightest.

The clothes fluttered, and the colorful light and mist under his feet were swirling, pointing on the sword, which immediately made the sword lose its original trajectory. The cold light, at this moment, can only set off her more ethereal.

It's a dance on the tip of a sword!

A dance of Yanranman light yarn, slender waist snow soft flowing color. The jade belt flutters and leans on, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu is prosperous.