"Shengshi Song - Second Singing - Yangguan Three Stacks!"

This is the first time Chu Xunyu has seen Ouyang Huanting's own tricks, a sword flower is slowly pulled, the two slowly lower their figures, Chu Xunyu involuntarily feels that his breathing is getting slower and slower, Ouyang Huanting's green silk is fluttering, her eyes are closed, Chu Xunyu can clearly feel that the aura in her body is released and very even, and the momentum of the circle surrounds her feet, the so-called thick accumulation, although you want to use a powerful sword qi offensive in one go, but temporarily suppress it around you, without leaking it at all, and when you attack, it will burst out in one fell swoop, is this the performance of the top trick？

The so-called insiders look at the doorway, the laymen look at the excitement, the uncle opposite is also the top swordsman, at a glance he can see that Ouyang Huanting's move is extraordinary, he nodded with satisfaction at the moment, tasted the autumn sword and waved, and shouted: "Ji Yong's Four Spirits - Two Acts - Summer Flame Song!"

After speaking, he rushed over with the zombie body, and the blue corpse fire behind him was huge, burning the entire underground, Chu Xunyu and Ouyang Huanting did not show weakness, and collided head-on with a long trace of green aura, and the two sides staggered in the air, and slowly lowered their bodies, standing in place with their backs to back.

As the corpse fire and green aura slowly dissipated, the uncle and the zombie slowly turned around, and could see that there was a big wound on the zombie's abdomen, which was being burned by Chu Xunyu's vibrant Yimu aura, dissipating into a little ash, the uncle looked down at the wound, and the zombie also looked down together, "Ding Dong", the autumn sword fell to the ground, the uncle looked up at the black cave top with some relief and said to himself: "I finally waited for ......"

"Ye Langzhong is really powerful......! Help me get revenge!" Mu Yuan wanted to stand up excitedly and said, but the wound was affected and hurt again, and they were also very relieved to forget the dust, it seems that Ouyang Huanting made a move, and it was really extraordinary.

In the midst of joy, only Chu Xunyu and Ouyang Huanting were very surprised, because they had just clearly seen that at the moment when the two of them were fighting, the uncle took the initiative to withdraw his strength, deliberately avoiding the correct sword path of both sides, and instead hit the cruel sword blade straight up, why did he deliberately give up resistance? What the hell is going on?

The body of the zombie slowly burned with ashes floating in the air, and the uncle's soul body was gone, leaving only the peerless sword of Taste Autumn lying in the dust and flashing blue light, Chu Xunyu limped over, bent down and picked up the Taste Autumn Sword, this sword is one of the few things that the Cruel Sword can't split, and now I picked it up and found that it was as light as a boneless, just the opposite of the Cruel Sword, one light and one heavy, but it was cold, and the sharpness was no less than the Cruel Sword, it was very powerful, Chu Xunyu took it and shouted: "Uncle!

"Childe, stop screaming. Ouyang Huanting also looked at the Qiu Jian, "He won't respond to you." ”

"This guy. Chu Xunyu complained in annoyance, "What a nasty uncle, I still have a lot of things I haven't asked." ”

"What are you asking him?" Ouyang Huanting looked a little strange.

"What do you ask?" Chu Xunyu couldn't cry or laugh, pointing to his scarred body and shouting hoarsely, "Don't you see me like this? I asked him a lot, who is his name, where he lives, what kind of livelihood he makes, why he is here, why he deliberately loses to us, etc., thinking that this guy beat me up on the head and face, and then hid and sleeped, I don't ask him, who do I ask? He is the only one here who can speak. ”

"You did this on yourself. Ouyang Huanting smiled, "Who asked you not to call me out, the opponent's strength is so strong that you can't defeat at all, it will be easy for him to kill you, but if you force you to call me out, you will die, and if you call me out, he will abandon the sword as soon as he calls me out." ”

"Why?" Chu Xunyu has always been puzzled by the uncle's abandonment of the sword and admitting defeat.

"Because he wants to leave. Ouyang Huanting pulled the hair of her sideburns, looked up at the surrounding environment, and replied softly with some sorrow, "Because we are all very lonely, we have stood quietly in place for thousands of years just to find a home, but we have no way to take the initiative to go out to find it, only waiting for you to come to us, he saw me coming, and finally waited for this opportunity to continue to return to the road of the sword, so he abandoned the sword and surrendered, hoping that I could take him to find a suitable home." ”

"Then why don't you just give up the sword and admit it?Why do you want to fight to the death?I'm still beaten like this?" Chu Xunyu rolled his eyes helplessly.

Ouyang Huanting smiled and shook her head: "He won't throw his sword at you, only at me." ”

"Does it make a difference?"

"Yes. Ouyang Huanting looked at him seriously, "Because you are too weak, he is too strong, you don't call me out, he can only force me out." ”

"Huh?" Chu Xunyu's nose was crooked, he waved the Autumn Tasting Sword in his hand, and shouted at the sword, "You old guy want to go out and pick someone? ”

Ouyang Huanting laughed, her smile was really good-looking, like a spring breeze:" This is the dignity of the swordsman, he has been waiting here for I don't know how many years, he has been doing the examination school in person, how many self-righteous strong people have come here and have been killed by him with his own hands, how weak this is, only the real strong man is his destination, so when he saw you, he finally understood that the opportunity had come, he could inherit his proud will, and return to the sword road, so he abandoned the sword to me, the reason why he picked people to choose so harshly, in fact, is because he has never bent down the proud fighting spirit, and the sword in his hand at least has to fall like a strong and weak person like him, he may be very unwilling in life, but he still maintains the dignity of the last swordsman after deathIt's such a shame to bow your head like a weakling, and he doesn't do it categorically, and you see that he is quite happy in the end, why?

"I didn't see it!" Chu Xunyu pretended to be disdainful in response, and took out a piece of cloth to wrap the Qiu Sword, this sword is extraordinary, it must be worthy of Xiao Tong, and I don't know how she is doing in the polar land.

Wrap the autumn sword and hang it around your waist, this is good, one on your back, one in your waist, all of them are peerless swords, people who don't know still think that they are talented and can control two swords at the same time, suddenly Chu Xunyu had an idea, that is, Wang Luran of the Skeleton Valley was fortunately not by his side, otherwise he would have to cut himself and snatch it, thinking of this, Chu Xunyu couldn't help but smile, so he asked: "Ting'er, I saw your own swordsmanship for the first time today, but I haven't used it yet, it's really rare." ”

But Ouyang Huanting didn't answer, Chu Xunyu looked up and found that Ouyang Huanting's figure had disappeared back into the sword, and shook his head with a wry smile at the moment, the two soul-swords on his body are really nerve-wracking, one ignores the world, the other is sentimental, the whole one is brainless and unhappy, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for her to give it to Xiaotong in the future.

The wind is loose

-- Yong's century-old sword pride does not change

(Chu Mengmengxun)

Taste spring and summer, welcome autumn and winter, and smile at the remnants of the sun.

Looking through the end of the world, the sandals are thin and the wine is empty.

The red dust is full of sorrows and sorrows, and it is rare to have a little breeze.

The cold light is uneven, cutting thorns and overcoming the road.

Galloping under the starry sky, Nai Tu is poor, and the sword is sealed.

Fateful boat returned to Hong Kong and returned to the rivers and lakes.

Chu Xunyu returned to Wuchen with a long sword, and took out a bunch of bottles and cans to give himself medicine, Mu Yuan looked at Chu Xunyu's beaten eyes and nose, and couldn't help but open his mouth and said happily: "Ye Langzhong, congratulations on joining us among the wounded." ”