405. Self-harm

Palm pluck, sword spin, starry night to the side.

Sonorous and agitated.

The rushing sword slashed across the sheath, loud and piercing.

The starry night pushed out with his right palm and hit the ribs.

Ye Ximen raised his left arm.

The palm falls on the arm.

The wind pressure is in all directions, and the air waves are dusty.

Blindfolded and staggered.

The starry night stood still, and Ye Ximen took advantage of the palm momentum to move out horizontally, and broke a big horn with the coming direction.

The blade of the sword hung down, Ye Ximen looked at the starry night, and praised: "Not bad." ”

This is good, and it praises internal strength, not swordsmanship.

This sword temptation, each crude, is only to deal with simply, there is no place for blame, and there is nothing to praise, but the moment of internal struggle when both of them touch it is enough to make people look sideways.

He already understood that the skill of the starry night today was much higher than that of Yan Tiannan three years ago.

Yu Xingye sighed and said, "The gentleman doesn't move his mouth!"

Ye Ximen said: "It's a pity that I'm not a gentleman. ”

Youxingye smiled and said: "No one is born a gentleman, not now, we can slowly learn the way of a gentleman, and one day we can become a gentleman." ”

Ye Ximen raised his eyebrows, pointed at the sword, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, draw the sword and see the real chapter." ”

Yu Xingye looked at him, and suddenly smiled at him, "Are you serious?"

Ye Ximen said: "Naturally. ”

"Do you have to fight me?"

"Yes!"

raised his voice and reminded: "My sword is a rare artifact, if you have to make a move, I won't mind using the advantage of this sword to bully you." ”

Ye Ximen said: "I also have extraordinary iron in my hands. ”

"Yes, you brought it on yourself. ”

You Xingye snorted lightly, turned around and said, "Sister, look how I sent him." ”

"Come on. ”

With a high shout, the heavenly sword was instantly unsheathed.

The sword is full of energy.

Ye Ximen was fearless: "Good come!"

The sword catches up.

And the battle of masters, in the blink of an eye, is already a hundred and ten blows.

I only heard the exchange of blades, only to see the sword shadow back to the light, only shouting and shouting, the wind howling and hunting, the thunder roaring, only the air drum was heavy, the grass and trees were fluttering, and the dust was long.

And a fierce battle for a moment.

The figure is divided.

Ye Ximen met the sword of the starry night, jumped out of the battle with his strength, returned the long sword to the sheath, and said, "Don't fight." ”

The starry night asked him, "Why?"

Ye Ximen said: "With our skills, if we continue to fight like this, we will not see the end until tomorrow." ”

Dark Starry Night nodded, "Indeed." ”

Ye Ximen said: "Therefore, if you and I want to divide the victory and defeat, we need to let go of our hands and feet, and we can no longer suppress the true intention in the sword." ”

Youxingye said: "Let go of your hands and feet, fight for life and death, you can indeed quickly divide the victory and defeat, but I'm afraid you will have to see life and death." ”

Her skills are not as good as Ye Ximen's, but the key to this battle is not internal strength, but sword intent.

The battle of sword intent is far more variable and unexpected than the battle of sword qi inspired by internal force, and it cannot be simply determined who has more profound accumulation. If you let go of your hands and feet, it is unpredictable who will win or lose, and at the critical moment, I am afraid that no one will be able to stop it, so completely let go of your hands and feet, it may not only be a victory or defeat, but also life and death!

Ye Ximen said: "I just want to meet the opponent in chess, and fight heartily, although I have no complaints." ”

Yu Xingye said: "But you gave up on your own." ”

Ye Ximen looked at the side of the carriage and said, "Because you are not a good opponent now." ”

Over there, Ming Yuetian had already lifted the curtain, leaning softly against the edge of the carriage, even her lips were white and she was watching the battle, her complexion was extremely different, and she was a little shaky.

Although it is acting, the play must be real, and the flaws must not be too big.

Only white and black, still sitting in the corner of the carriage, gnawing on a strong winter bamboo shoot without heart or lungs, those small eyes would rather look at the remaining half basket of bamboo shoots next to the butt that will never run, and never want to react to the fierce fight in full swing outside.

If you can take care of it, you will definitely scold a white-eyed wolf in the starry night.

Youxingye sighed: "It seems that Brother Ye has been disappointed. He added: "But there is no way, I still have important things to do, I am in the way, my hands are three points slow, and I naturally can't make up my mind to give it a go." ”

Ye Ximen said: "You are the most suitable person to help me sharpen my sword heart among the swordsmanship masters I have ever seen, except for Yan Tiannan, I hope to fight with you without worry." I'll wait for a while, and when you're done, I'll go to Huashan to find you. ”

Ye Simon is gone.

I left an agreement with myself, and without waiting for an agreement, I left by myself.

It may not come like the wind, but when it goes, it will be like the wind.

Not only did it not take away a single cloud, but it also left a mess.

Youxingye rolled his eyes, and said that he would fight and leave, and the self-confident person was really willful, pouting and slandering: [That is, if you are lucky to meet a good person like me, you will not be angry when you are harassed like this, and it is difficult to change to someone else without being hated].

After taking a few deep breaths of air, Yu Xingye closed his eyes, recalled the sword path carried by Ye Ximen in the hand, silently deduced, and after a while, quickly threw Bi Luo, and then returned the sheath.

Bi Luo's flick was not an unprovoked shake, but a gentle stroke on his left arm.

The sleeves were broken, and the skin under the clothes was also cut by a sword qi, and the blood immediately flowed out, dyed the red clothes, and felt that it was almost, that is, the luck was purple, and there was a lot of blood, but the wound was subtle after all, and the blood flow was stopped in the blink of an eye, and he looked around again, gritted his teeth and slapped his chest, his facial features were twisted, he puffed up his mouth and pursed his lips, and there was a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and he hurriedly moved his hand and lowered his head, spit half of his chest and half of his body, and used his sleeve to wipe off the remaining blood stains at the corners of his mouth.

After thinking about it, he scratched the hair on his forehead again, and scratched the neatly combed hair out of a mess.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and muttered: "It's said that the opportunity must not be lost and never come again, I have done it to this extent, don't let me down." ”

Swept over and retreated to the carriage.

Mingyuetian said coldly: "You have itchy skin, right?"

Yu Xingye stuffed Biluo into the carriage and said aggrievedly: "Sister, how can you say that about me?

Ming Yuetian sat at the entrance of the carriage, reached over, and rubbed her wound, "Does it still hurt?"

Youxingye said: "There is a little. ”

Ming Yuetian: "Has the bleeding stopped?"

Yu Xingye said: "That's nature. ”

Mingyue Tiandao: "Since you want to act, you will play it all." ”

After taking Biluo, he cut off a piece of the white silk tied around his waist as a belt, tied it to her, and gently wiped his hand on the blade of the sword, and the red blood flowed out, and the eyes of the starry night widened, and subconsciously shouted: "What are you doing?"

"Look. Ming Yuetian dripped blood on the bandaged white silk, and soon a large piece of blood oozed out, like blood oozing from a wound.

Youxingye said distressedly: "I think you are itchy." ”

was glared at coldly.

Yu Xingye didn't pay attention, pulled her palm, injected Xuangong purple qi to help the wound recover, picked up the horsewhip, whipped the horse's buttocks, the wheel rolled up, the carriage galloped, and continued on the road.

The carriage galloped, and at dusk, it arrived at Meishan and rested in the town below the mountain.

Even if it is a kind of shallow sleep, but now that they have the skills, they can basically replace sleep by meditating, although they can't continue to do this for many years, but it won't have any effect if they continue to sleep for ten days or eight days in a row.

In the middle of the night, the candles in the room were not lit, and it was pitch black.

In the dark, the two sat opposite each other on the couch.

The starry night silently exercises, every five weeks, the qi is at the end of the day, it is difficult to continue and repeat, so over and over again, in the second half of the night, the fifth time to the third week, she suddenly felt something strange in her body.

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