"I'm not talking to him, I'm just asking to confirm the strength of 'Eclipse Moon'. Xia Yan said, "'Tengu' has always been under the command of Maas, I don't think you may know, the executive has a lot of information in his hands, and he should know better." ”

Shen Fengming sighed, "The excuse is good." It's a pity that you misjudged. ”

"I'm not here to ask you. Xia Yan smiled, "You said you saw him once—what do you think of him?"

"If you ask me first, I will tell you all. What about now......" Shen Fengming suddenly folded his arms and lay down to the sky, "The ability to record is so great, you can't just look for him, I still have to coax my Kui'er, I don't have time to fight with you." ”

"Feng Ming, I don't joke with you about this, I'm ......"

He said solemnly, but Shen Fengming was not serious, as if it was none of his business, he actually picked up the bamboo flute next to him and tried to make a sound.

"If you don't want to say it, don't hesitate. Xia Yan could only mumble, "Anyway, it's not a 'tengu', it's someone else, someone should always come, just see whose whereabouts can be found first." I thought that I would do this on my own and not involve you much, so that I would tell you before I started, but I thought that if I wanted to do it, I should always inform you. You really don't have to be unhappy about this, you are a gold medal in the club, and it is the rule that Heizhu can only have one gold medal, no matter who I find, I can't move you. ”

His words were actually retreating as advancing, but Shen Fengming had to jump up when he heard it, and called two sentences, "Where am I for that", but unexpectedly he tried the bamboo flute, as if he really didn't hear it, and the timbre didn't even fluctuate a bit.

"Shen Fengming, can you be reasonable?" Xia Yan had no plan to snatch his flute, "The Song family is a black bamboo deacon, even if I ask him in advance, there is nothing wrong with him." ”

Shen Fengming stopped the flute and looked at him sideways, "There's nothing wrong with it." I have a personal grudge with the same surname Song, how will you stay without him and me?"

Xia Yan smiled, "You have never been informal, and it is not easy to form a grudge with you—how did Song Ran offend you? He didn't get angry when you provoked him like that, he was generous, right?"

"He's still generous?" Shen Fengming sneered, "Are you blind to me?" I don't think it's your idea to find 'Tengu', it's him?—— he wants to guard against me, right?"

"It's not. Xia Yan didn't want Shen Fengming to see through it at a glance, and still argued, "It was I who found him and asked, and he chose a few ...... with me."

After saying a word, he couldn't help but stop - he didn't have Shen Fengming's ability to justify his nonsense, and even this tone of argument seemed anxious, and he suddenly understood that he was afraid that he would be more and more eager to cover up.

"I'm too lazy to demolish you. Shen Fengming didn't seem to be too lazy to look at him, so he shook out the dagger again, and made minor repairs to the bamboo flute in the moonlight. "I think you are a bit similar to Song Ran's temperament, two sanctimonious 'gentlemen', in fact, they are full of 'villain' hearts. Don't you feel like you've found a soulmate?"

"Feng Ming," Xia Yan had to say, "I don't care what you think—everyone is for Heizhu, and besides, the ideas are all taken by me, and they have nothing to do with others." If you don't want to talk about the 'tengu', forget it, just ask me more. ”

There seems to be a hint of true anger in these words, even if it is extremely light, it is enough for people to weigh it. Okra didn't care what the two said, and kept gently and leisurely following the tune with the bamboo flute, until this sentence, her flute tone suddenly broke off, and glanced at the two of them with a little uneasiness.

The mountain wind swirled in the bamboo forest, brought up the dead leaves, and whined into the windward hole of the bamboo flute in Shen Fengming's hand to blow out a ghost cry. He lowered the flute and looked at Xia Yan, his eyes seemed to have those cold meanings.

"Jun Li," he stared at Xia Yan's eyes, "I'm actually curious—I don't care what Song Ran thinks, can you really not be wary of me at all?"

Without the sound of the flute, the sky seems to stand still. Okra pressed the bamboo flute to her lips and blew softly, masking the unknown silence at this time.

Xia Yan's eyebrows softened. "Of course. His tone softened. "I already have a 'contract' with you, and I want to take the black bamboo with you. Right now, the black bamboo is green and yellow, and it's no good for you to take it early, what's there to be wary of?"

When he said "of course", Shen Fengming was about to ask a few rhetorical questions, but when it came to this, Shen Fengming believed it thoroughly. "It's not that you don't watch out, but you calculate the gains and losses so clearly?" he also laughed with the smile between Xia Yan's eyebrows, "So sooner or later, there will be a day - Taoist, tonight is a good month, why don't we rehearse and drill early!"

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and he had already flown up from the ground with a harrier. "Be careful!" he said, sticking the bamboo flute behind his waist with one hand, and his body had already crashed into Xia Yan's arms, and the light in his palm shone brightly under the moonlight, slashing at the opponent's throat so closely.

Naturally, the throat cannot be scratched. With a "ding" sound, the unsheathed "chasing blood" swept away the "bone-penetrating" dangerous movement, and Xia Yan's figure swept away three feet - he was sitting, but he didn't have to get up in a hurry, he just stretched out his hand and gently pushed on the ground, and when he turned back, both of them were already standing on the ground.

But the "station" is not still. Just as Xia Yan swept away the three-foot void, Shen Fengming's figure was like the wind rolled up by his clothes, blowing in front of him like a shadow, and the killer's cold soldier still didn't leave him a few inches away. "One inch long, one inch strong" or "one inch short, one inch dangerous" both of them understand too well, so when Xia Yan fought for a distance of three feet with the length of a sword, Shen Fengming always risked his body with a short dagger.

"Really?" Xia Yan hooked the corners of his lips, and held the hilt of the sword with his backhand. "Of course it's true. Shen Fengming replied to him in a deceptive manner. "How can you really get rid of such a big grievance if you don't come?"

Xia Yan sneered, and the smile seemed to come out of his chest, so low that it was not like his voice. The sound of chasing blood from the sheath choked sharply and short like hitting cymbals, and then the echo hummed like a plucked string - before the echo settled, Xia Yanzhi's backhand slash was already four, and he didn't have to stretch the length of the red front, which had made Shen Fengming's forehead cold, and he almost swept his body, and the six steps that he snatched from the "bone" were gone in an instant.

The white robe was still floating like a mist behind him because of the rapid rush, and now it was like a thin flag that shrank on its back. Three steps. Shen Fengming refused to retreat again, his feet stopped, the soles of his feet were nailed to the ground of repair, his inclined body suddenly changed directions unbelievably, and the blue light of the mountain stone and the red light of the long sword flowed in his face together, and the danger turned into a vicious chase. The body that leaned back was about to touch the ground, he twisted his waist, turned back and got up, gray and cold "through the bones" like a snake spitting - a dumb sound of "click" - "chasing blood" would not leave him the slightest gap, only a blink of an eye has been led by Xia Yan to his right hand, although the blade is thin enough to accurately block the dagger's counterattack.

He didn't wait for Shen Fengming to change his moves, the sword body twitched, and a little shallow electricity that was difficult to see was transmitted from the place where the two blades rubbed into the palms of the two people, and the slight vibration made the palms and arms of both of them feel slightly numb. Shen Fengming deliberately retreated, the light of the blade disappeared, and a strange body technique was cast under his feet to wait for an opportunity, Xia Yan saw it in his eyes, and stepped lightly to the northeast - if he followed the hexagram position in this place, it should be the "Gen position", Shen Fengming's step was immediately restrained - even if he carried all the light skills, it would become half the effort to go around Xia Yan's dangerous blind position at this moment.

Even though the light skill is excellent, but now it is a fight, and the comparison is the result of victory and defeat, not lightness or escape-Shen Fengming suddenly knew that he had made a mistake in this step-if he wanted to win with his body, it was probably to use a short blow to win, after all, Xia Yan's body method was not weaker than his own, and he had a clear formation of Zhang Footwork in his mind.

Sure enough, Xia Yan took a solid step, as if the scholar had taken the right pen, and the butcher had held the right knife - the official unfolding of the swordsmanship in his hand was like a very comfortable starting point. This killer sword has never intended to be named, but the moves are all fatal, Xia Yan also looked at the book one day, and suddenly thought - using the words "river", "lake", "danger" and "evil" to refer to the first four moves of the sword catalogue may not be bad. Of course, this kind of reference is only understood by Xia Yan himself, and it must not be regarded as the solution of the essence of the sword - for example, the second move corresponding to the "lake" is a sword-style sweep, which is used for one-to-many, borrowing the meaning of the large expanse of "lake", where do others know such an interpretation? For example, the corresponding fourth move of "evil" is indeed the most vicious move in the entire sword record, gathering all the killing intent in the dark, the sword is over the throat, its speed exceeds the electricity, I don't know how many lives and souls have been taken, but looking at the word "evil" alone, how can it reverse the sword theory?

At this time, Xia Yan stood on the "upper hand", did not hesitate for a moment, and stabbed straight with his long sword, which seemed to be unremarkable, but in the blink of an eye, he was already three feet deep. "Jiang. He read a word that Shen Fengming couldn't understand. Against the enemy alone, he doesn't need "Lake", he doesn't use "evil" in a head-to-head fight, these two words are skipped for him, so the "first move" is followed by the "third move" - "Jiang" is followed by "danger", and then Xia Yan didn't stop. The moves after "Jianghu Sinister", he hasn't thought of the corresponding names, but shouldn't he keep up with these four words - "people", "heart", "difficult", "measured", ...... the fifth to eighth styles are also like this, and he read Shen Fengming's inexplicable cold sweat, I really don't know if this person means something.

He didn't panic, and suddenly stretched out an empty hand, as if he was going to use the blade of "chasing blood" with the palm of his flesh, but when his fingertips touched the blade of the sword, Xia Yan clearly heard the sound of "ding" and the metal collided - after the "bone" was retracted, it seemed to have become a secret weapon in his sleeve when he first saw him, and he couldn't see what angle and speed he was manipulating this thing, and such a swift move as chasing blood was turned into nothing by him.

The bamboo flute of okra never stopped, as if with the sound of the flute, you can be sure that these two people will not have any trouble because of this sudden confrontation. She sat on the stool, watching the moonlight shine like a waterfall to "chase blood", a red shadow advanced like a wave, and the "bone" seemed to be dark but difficult to hide the edge, obviously waiting for an opportunity to move - the two of them stepped up like a charm to attack light and darkness like this - as if the bamboo forest had just moved by the wind, but when the two "moved", the bamboo forest became "quiet".

The flute in her hand is too short, and the hole is too few, so she can't catch up with the fierce "movement" of the fight, so she can only echo with "quiet" - what she is playing at the moment is such a song "quiet". The sound of swords and daggers striking each other is too fast and dense to become the rhythm of the flute, but for some reason, it doesn't feel abrupt with this "quiet", and the sound of the clanging bell is filtered by the flute, and there is no choking of killing.

Who can beat the other back then? Okra didn't know if these two people also had such a glimmer of thought at this time, so they tacitly - one only used the swordsmanship taught by Lingli, and the other only used the dagger technique taught by the bone. Only-both of these are offensive and undefensive, so this advance and retreat without any internal force is more magnificent and moving than any competition in the world.