After the man in white disappeared into the fog, Su Mushao Fang came to his senses, and this swordsman seemed to have come to compete with Yu Lingzi's seniors. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is he the Sword God?" Su Musha muttered, walked up the flower building quickly, pushed open the door of Ye Qiudi's room, and saw that the beautiful woman was drawing her eyebrows.

Shuyu sat aside, saw Su Musha coming in, and asked him, "Where did you run in the morning?"

Su Mushu was proud, "Although the smart bird is not in a hurry to fly, the stupid bird has already flown too far, and the smart bird has to hurry up and work hard." ”

Ye Qiudi looked at the bronze mirror and said unhappily: "You insinuate and contain sand again, be careful of my family law." ”

Su Musha immediately stopped his mouth and made a threatening gesture behind her back.

"You can see in the mirror. Ye Qiudi said lightly.

"What, what do you see?" Su Mu pretended to be stunned.

He walked behind Ye Qiudi and hugged her, snatching the brush, "Come, let me come, paint you an authentic willow leaf eyebrow." ”

He has this ability, and Ye Qiudi is up to him, "What did you do in a hurry just now?"

Su Musha bent down in front of Ye Qiudi's eyebrows and drew seriously, and only replied after a while: "I met the white-clothed swordsman from yesterday by the lake again." ”

After he said that, he held the face of the little senior sister, compared it left and right before he started to write again, and traced it carefully, and ambiguity rose between the two.

Ye Qiudi was a little unnatural.

"He guesses that it is the Dugu Sword River who wants to compete with the old man fish. Su Musha said.

He raised his head a little, nodded proudly, and after kissing Ye Qiudi's forehead with a "snap", he said, "Don't be easy to look at today, don't bury my masterpieces." ”

Ye Qiudi angrily pushed him away, but he complied with his wishes, stood up and took out the hat with a light veil like the light smoke of the willow pond.

Su Musha pushed the shallow eyebrow Shuyu to the bronze mirror again, carefully traced her eyebrows, and pasted a cicada-shaped flower on her forehead before letting her go.

After packing up, the group rushed to Huatangchun by boat.

The fog on the lake is still thick. As the ship moved, the weeping willow Huazhou heron appeared one by one in the thick fog, and after the boat left, it hid in the thick fog.

When they came to Yanshuiji, they saw Yu Rongzi sitting peacefully on a Taishi chair, just like when they taught in the past.

There is a table in front of the fish and a sword seat on the table, and the dragon sword is placed on the sword base.

This sword is wrapped in a fishskin sword bag, and it is rumored to be the sword of Yu Lizi to cut large fish underwater.

Under the smoke and water rock, across a waterway, the boat of the man in white stopped on the lotus pond. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the fish on the Yanshui Rock without moving.

They were far away, but the fog seemed to know the danger of the place, and they avoided it from a distance. There was not a trace of fog between the two, and the dew on the green lotus leaves was clearly visible.

Su Musha stood on the boat, arching his hand and was about to say hello, but was pulled by Ye Qiudi behind him, "They are already competing." Ye Qiudi whispered.

Su Mu was puzzled, the two were far apart, how to compare swords?

He was puzzled when he suddenly saw a thick fog coming out of the lotus pond, like a long dragon, quickly attacking the fish.

Yu Lizi's body was as motionless as a mountain, but the dense fog behind him was stirred, and when the long dragon attacked, a mist sword suddenly gushed out and cut off the long dragon.

The long dragon of the fog lock suddenly dissipated.

The man in white couldn't hit it, raised his eyebrows, and simply closed his eyes.

Behind him, the wind blew the lotus leaves, and two long dragons with fog locks suddenly drilled out from under the lotus leaves, and flew towards the smoke and water rocks against the water surface.

The two dragons were so fierce that they pushed the dense lotus leaves away, blowing the dew drops off and rippling in circles on the surface of the lake.

As they approached the smoke and water, a dragon suddenly raised its head and struck the fish with one left and one right.

Yu Lizi's loose long sleeves were stirred by the wind, and when the dragon raised its head, two fog swords shot out from the thick fog behind him in an instant, still slashing towards the long dragon.

The two dragons were slashed by their swords again.

Just when Su Musha thought that the man in white had fallen again, a long dragon suddenly condensed into a long dragon in the dense fog after the slash, and came straight to the door of Yurenzi.

The fish lily stared at each other, and the long dragon was immediately blown away.

This round was a defeat for Yu Lingzi.

"Good swordsmanship!" Yu Rongzi said, his tone trembling slightly, containing a majestic battle intent. The dense fog behind him surged, and more than a dozen fog swords jumped out at one time and slashed at the man in white.

The man in white still had his eyes closed, and his robes were full of wind.

The lotus leaves beside him shook for a while, and when the long sword jumped out of the smoke and water rock, the long dragon with more than ten fog locks at the bottom of the lotus leaf raised its head and drilled out to meet it.

There is silence above the West Lake, the birds do not sing, the water does not sound, even the collision between the fog sword and the fog dragon is silent.

But in Su Musha's eyes, the West Lake at this time was more intense than the tide of the Qiantang River.

The dragon comes and goes, the sword disappears and the dragon is scattered, and the fight is difficult to solve.

The long dragon of the fog lock opened its hideous mouth and bit at the long sword, although it was silent, the dragon roar had already sounded in Su Musha's mind.

The two kendo was also vividly and exquisitely displayed at this time.

The long dragon takes the attack as the defense, there is no return, the fierceness is extreme, the place where the leap passes, the lotus leaves tremble, and the water ripples.

But it doesn't mean that the man in white is empty, when the sword that has slipped through the net strikes, a fog dragon will immediately jump up under his feet and hover with it.

The sword rain of Yu Lizi's predecessors advanced and retreated in a certain way, swaying freely, and slashed the long dragon under the smoke and water without hurrying.

The real swordsmanship of this world spread out in front of Su Musha.

They used heaven and earth as rice paper, thick fog as pen and ink, and sword qi and internal force as the pen edge, and the pen walked the dragon and snake in front of Su Musha.

This painting is beautiful when you think about it.

The fierce battle between the sword and the dragon became more and more intense, the mist swirled in the sky, and a thick mist gradually gathered between the two, all of which were about to disperse the fog sword and the dragon.

Su Musha concentrated, watching it as if he was fascinated, and his forehead was sweating excitedly.

He finally knew why the people of the rivers and lakes would say that the master duel was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

They don't care about their moves for a long time, one horizontal and one vertical, one thorn and one thorn, all of them are genius-like creations, condensation of experience, and precise intuition.

Their whole mind has long been integrated into the whole heaven and earth, every breath, every grass, every flower, every tree and every water, the time and place are favorable, and even the beating of muscles is their weapon to control the enemy.

The pinnacle of moves, the pinnacle of calculation, and the pinnacle of internal force unfolded silently.

There is no sound here, but there are killing machines everywhere, and there are collisions of exquisite martial arts everywhere, far from being still confined to moves, and being obsessed with being fast and slow.

Their swords already have a soul, and in the way of the sword, in the place covered by the sword intent, the best moves are at their fingertips.

When Su Musha saw the hearty place, suddenly, the misty sword and the long dragon disappeared.

Only then did he see that Yu Rongzi had stood up and held the Jiaolong Sword on the sword base.

The man in white also held the wolf leader's sword in his hand.

Like the curtain on the stage suddenly opened. As soon as the fog cleared, the two of them moved at the same time, and a cloud of white clouds quickly collided with a dark cloud.

The long sword was unsheathed in the air, and the sword light was like frost.

They have no temptation, because the temptation that should have been there has already been tempted.

The tip of their sword did not tremble, because the moment the fog cleared, they already had their own goal.

The sword is like a meteor, and it is gone.

They are gambling, betting on who occupies the right place at the right time.

At this moment, the sunlight rising from the branches pierced through the fog and fell on a drop of dew on the wolf's sword, which in turn refracted the sunlight into the eyes of the fish.

In an instant, Yu Lizi's eyes were blind.

The time of day, calculation, and calculation is unknown, and the death of Yu Lizi is at this moment.