Fang Rushi was indeed a proud person, even if she had already drawn her sword in her hand, a distance of five feet, she was very confident that she would pierce her sword through the opponent's vital point before the man in white turned around or drew his sword, she didn't bother to do it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, what she thinks more about in her inner world is to kill the woman of the three young dreamers under the sword with a positive strength, so that she can vent her hatred for the three young dreamers!

However, the man in white didn't let her get her wish, he still didn't look back, and he didn't draw his sword, but said lightly: "Why don't you do it yet?"

Fang Rushi gritted her silver teeth and said hatefully: "In the whole world, there are few people who dare to turn their backs on my sword, are you contemptuous of me, or are you very confident in yourself?"

The man in white said: "Yes, there is a little bit." ”

"Good!"

Fang Rushi spit out a word, and her figure rushed out, like a flash of angry lightning, shooting towards the man in white, in the middle of the shooting, the sword in her hand had been raised, almost forming a straight line with her leaning forward, and because her speed was too fast, almost breaking through the gravitational effect of the earth, the angle of the body tilting and the horizon showed an acute angle of 45 degrees, at this angle, if the man in white still did not react, the sharp blade should penetrate him through a back chest.

Let's talk about the distance between them, five feet. Roughly calculated, Fang Rushi's arm was about two feet long, and the blade of the sword was two feet six inches, plus her body leaned forward to force the length of her upper limbs to increase by two inches, a total of four feet eight inches - of course, a mature swordsman would naturally not stretch the sword in his hand to the limit before he was sure enough, and at least he would retain the length of five inches to wait for the opponent's changes and make corresponding changes, so as not to be caught off guard and suffer a big loss due to the sudden change of the opponent due to the old use of the move too quickly.

After a rough calculation, the result was that the distance between her and the man in white was only seven inches.

A distance of seven inches, even according to the speed of an ordinary adult, can be completed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Rushi seemed to be going all out, and at first glance, it seemed that she was going to complain about her too little fuss.

However, it turned out that Fang Rushi was right.

When the tip of her sword was about to approach the vest of the man in white, the man in white suddenly seemed to be pulled by the rope pulled in front of him.

Fang Rushi touched the ground on her toes, and stopped her steps, she couldn't do it without braking, her toes had reached the edge of the ridge, and if she went one inch further, it would belong to the muddy rice field.

She could only watch, and the man in white still kept a distance of five feet from her.

The white-clothed man who floated out was actually standing very chic on top of the immature grass seedlings, the night wind was blowing, his clothes were fluttering in the wind, and there was a trace of amazing fairy wind bones.

What made Fang Rushi even more annoyed was that he still didn't turn around.

Annoyed and hateful, Fang Rushi didn't dare to fly up to He Miao as unscrupulously as the other party to show her light achievements.

This is not that she is not confident enough in her light skills, but that she thinks farther.

It should be known that if two people with a limited difference in light skills start a fight on the seedlings, the active side will often gather more physical strength and spirit, which will easily lead to weightlessness in the lower plate, not only does not have the lightness and elegance of the passive side, but it is not surprising that even the stumbling and falling into the mud in the field.

Perhaps, being able to kill an opponent is more important than getting dirty, but that's just for ordinary people. Fang Rushi needs to be cautious.

She is a woman, it is a woman's nature to love beauty, and she is not willing to choose to be a sloppy woman when she can make a choice because of murder.

Her choice is to wait.

People with a little common sense of martial arts know that light power is all about forcibly lifting the true qi of the dantian, so that the whole body is relaxed and the surrounding space reaches a temporary melting (there is also a theory that the qi of the dantian and the gravity of the earth collide to offset the suction, this is a digression will not be discussed), no matter how deep the internal strength is, before reaching the legendary volley or void walking realm, it will still end because of the consumption of true qi.

Fang Rushi waited quietly while accurately calculating the time of the man in white.

With her vicious eyes, although the man in white only floated forward with distance and speed, and did not make any other moves, she already had an accurate judgment, and the skill of the man in white was still slightly inferior to her, so the time he could hold on could only stand for a moment out of thin air at most.

She seemed to have overlooked one thing, the man in white consumed the internal force of true qi on the seedlings, and she was waiting here like a string, it was like starting a machine state ready to put into production, and her whole body had to mobilize every inch of her nervous system for precise attacks to fully prepare with all her strength, how could this not be a thing that consumed physical strength and true strength?

In fact, no one can afford it. A quarter of an hour, both so short and so long, was tormented by waiting.

I don't know if it's the penetration of the drizzle, or the effect of the sweat glands, Fang Rushi was up and down, soaked, and the uncomfortable taste made her regret it, this situation didn't seem to be much different from falling into the mud of the rice field. The only difference is that the dirtiness of the former is invisible, and the dirtiness of the latter can be seen.

However, Fang Rushi still thinks that this kind of sacrifice is worth it, at this moment, she seems to have imagined that the arrogant devil dreamer Sanshao will be so frightened and angry that he will go crazy, hahahaha, it's good to go crazy, it's better to let him go crazy, anger the entire rivers and lakes, set off a bloody storm, and kill those so-called martial arts masters who eat all day long! Hahahahahaha-thinking to the extreme, the corners of Fang Rushi's mouth couldn't help but show a cold and cruel smile like hatred being vented. And at this moment, there was indeed a trace of shaking under the feet of the man in white.

Fang Rushi looked happy, she was waiting for this moment!

Just when she was concentrating, the man in white would definitely turn back to the ridge to accept her fierce blow like a storm crashing on the shore, but something happened that surprised her: the man in white suddenly had a "jack drop", and his feet "snapped" directly into the mud.

When these mud full of fertilizer splashed over, Fang Rushi didn't have time to question how the other party's white clothes were wrapped in filthy mud and didn't feel uncomfortable, anyway, she was sick to death, and couldn't help but touch the ground on her toes out of instinct, allowing herself to slide backwards.

Right now!

Huo Ran, a man in white, was a "dry land plucking onions", with two feet of mud, his body rose to the sky, in mid-air, his arms were stretched, and he pulled out a touch of cold electricity, and then, his body twisted, pretending to be condescending and pushed by waist force, just like a hunting goshawk, swooping down.

Fang Rushi obviously knew that due to the retreat just now, the opportunity was lost, and the opponent's unrivaled blow might not be easy to follow.

Sure enough, when she took five steps back, the swooping momentum of the man in white ended, and he turned to a normal standing stand-off.

At this time, Fang Rushi also saw the face of the man in white clearly, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

It turned out that the man in white was just a young man with a face like a crown of jade and more handsome than a big girl.

Fang Rushi's eyes involuntarily looked at the chest of the man in white, flat and flat, it seems that there are no women's sexual characteristics, but, just now, his emotions are obviously for his lover's love, what's going on?

Well, not to mention just now, even now, the determination and persistence expressed in his eyes are also the maintenance situation that only people who love deeply.

Although the story of Emperor Hanai's broken sleeves is widely known, the popularization level is still far from enough, and people generally consciously think about the problem in other ways.

For example, at this time, Fang Rushi absolutely did not believe that the arrogant and arrogant dreamer Sanshao would have the great spirit of discussing and carrying forward the ancient culture of broken sleeves, that devil, with a group of wives and concubines, not to mention whether he had any interest in studying the culture of broken sleeves, it is estimated that the time is missing.

So, what is the situation of the young man in white in front of him?

Fang Rushi suddenly had the research spirit of a scholar, and stared at the man in white up and down carefully.

I have to say that her eyes are still very poisonous, finally, let her capture some very important traces, and then, she smiled happily, like a little kid who has been messing with her mother for a long time and finally got her mother to buy her beloved toys, and she showed a happy smile as she wished, but her smile had a hint of coldness that made people feel deep in the bone marrow.

"San Shao," Fang Rushi seemed to murmur softly, "I'm going to give you a big gift, I hope you like it, hehe." ”

The man in white was expressionless, but said lightly: "I have admired the swordsmanship of Tianshan Mountain for a long time, and I have been fascinated for a long time. ”

Fang Rushi's expression was straight, but he became serious, and said with a straight face: "The world-famous 'Southern Xinjiang Blood' that drips blood and breaks the intestines, how can it not be a young handsome man I admire? Hey, perhaps, falling in love with a man who shouldn't be loved is our fate. ”

Fang Rushi sighed softly, not knowing whether to complain about the sorrow and helplessness of fate for herself or for the man in white.

In fact, no matter who it is, it is impossible to stop it, and when the two people's blades fight against each other, the monstrous killing machine is drowned.

Since the battle cannot be avoided and fate has no choice, the only thing left is to fight.

Almost at the same time, the two of them slammed into a pit five inches deep with a low snort, and they both rushed up to each other with the force of this kick.

"San!"

The two swords don't have any superfluous fancy, and they both take the most straightforward "stab" in swordsmanship!

Every martial artist deeply understands that the shortest distance and fastest speed to knock down an opponent is a straight-line attack.

The length of their arms and the length of their swords are similar, and neither of them can take advantage of the other, and at such times, the most effective means of controlling the enemy is to compare speed!

- Whoever is fast will be the first to plunge his sword into the heart of his opponent!

San!――

The two swords quickly drew closer from two completely opposite directions, and even an intimate gathering, and then, the blades of the swords were tightly pressed against each other, and the high-speed friction caused a flash of metal sparks, bursting out, reflecting two faces with cold and resolute expressions.

With their speed, there was no doubt that even in the blink of an eye of an ordinary person, a sword could pierce the heart of one of them.

However, at the critical moment, Fang Rushi suddenly hesitated, she naturally knew that the man in white had made up his mind to die with her, so she absolutely believed that even if her sword pierced her heart first, the man in white would definitely have the last trace of sanity and strength to stab the sword into her heart with the perseverance to die, and let her die. Of course, Fang Rushi didn't want to die, at least now before the devil of the Mengjia Sanshao died.

If she dies with the man in white tonight, she will definitely not be willing to die!

Therefore, the moment before almost two swords stabbed each other's hearts, she would rather be seriously injured, and did her best to shift her body slightly, so that the opponent's sword staggered her heart.

Naturally, because of the movement of Fang Rushi's body, her sword was more or less affected, at least, there was a certain deviation from the original angle.

So-

Poof!

Poof!

Although Fang Rushi tried her best to shift her position, she was still stabbed on the arm of her left hand, and a puddle of blood splattered, covering her delicate face.

However, compared to the man in white, her injury is hardly a problem.

Since the man in white did not change anything, he was determined to kill her, so even if Fang Rushi's sword did not pierce her heart but shifted and pierced her pipa bone, it was only because of the deviation caused by the displacement of Fang Rushi's body.

The pipa bone is the main hub of arm driving skills, especially the "shoulder well point" is an important main road of inner family true qi, after the "shoulder well hole" has suffered serious damage, the principle is the same as a main north-south traffic artery blocked by vehicles, with the traffic paralysis and invalidation.

This sword is so ruthless that the pipa bone of the left arm of the man in white is almost completely penetrated!

However, even if one hand was abolished, and the two of them drew their swords and retreated, the bubbling blood instantly stained half of the clothes, and the man in white still stood so upright, and even, in Xiao Leng's gaze, you couldn't find even a trace of regret or pain in him.

Obviously, the man in white is a ruthless man.

Even Fang Rushi couldn't help but be surprised, she really couldn't imagine that a person was deprived of a hand, not to mention the importance of losing half a life, even the pain of flesh and muscles was enough to make an ordinary iron man roll all over the ground in pain, but this person in front of him could be indifferent, as if the injuries on his body were someone else's, and the pain was someone else's!

Could it be that his nerves and will are made of steel?!

Fang Rushi suddenly felt a chill in her heart, not to mention that this person has a deep relationship with the three young masters of the Dream Family, even if he fought just now, he abolished one of his arms, and he became an irreversible enemy - such an iron-willed person, it may be a kind of luck to be friends with him, and to be an enemy, there is no doubt, it is definitely a nightmare disaster!

Fang Rushi absolutely did not allow herself to leave such a terrible enemy for herself when dealing with the three young Mengjia.

Therefore, after gently wiping the blood from her face, she raised her sword again, stared at the man in white, and prepared to end the battle with a single sword, and finish off this enemy once and for all.

The man in white still didn't move, just looked at her indifferently, as if he didn't care.

Fang Rushi didn't think so, she knew that she had definitely condensed all the strength of her body in the next final blow.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Fang Rushi's mouth, she couldn't help but imagine that when the dreamer Sanshao saw this person's corpse, the expression on his face must have been colorful, and it was a little regrettable that she couldn't share his feelings as a live audience.

As the night deepened, the drizzle showed signs of getting thicker.

The rain hit their faces, and although there was no embarrassment of the thick foundation being torn apart by all kinds of disastrous pictures, it was strange that the rain-soaked hair began to collect small droplets of water dripping along the forehead and along the eyelids.

Fortunately, the air quality at that time was very good, and there were not many impurities, so that the water dripping from the hair would not be salty to the eyes.

Despite this, Fang Rushi still couldn't bear this kind of indifference in the face of a dead person, she really doubted that the other party had never moved, as if she was a dead person.

She almost had the urge to rush over and push for a look.

In the end, she was ruthless and said coldly: "Even if you are dead, I will stab you again!"

The man in white's originally lowered eyes suddenly raised slightly, and said indifferently: "If you want to kill me, you have no chance." ”

Fang Rushi was slightly stunned, she didn't understand where the confidence of the man in white came from, and then, she quickly understood.

Under the gray sky, a gray figure appeared out of thin air.

The speed was very fast, so fast that it gave people a visual illusion, obviously, the gray figure was still very far away from the other party just now, but in the blink of an eye, the gray figure actually arrived in front of him.

A young man in gray and white clothes, who looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old, is not very tall, has a baby face, and looks like the atmosphere of the big boy next door, is the kind of person who is not only close, but easier to turn around and forget.

Fang Rushi was shocked in her heart, not to mention that the boy in gray's light skills had reached the high-end realm of Dengping and crossing the water, what shocked her was that the boy's clothes were very dry, as if he had just come out of the house, and the rain was all over the sky, and there was no trace of his clothes, this, what kind of magical mastery is this?

If it's qigong, then how deep should his realm be?!

Fang Rushi couldn't help but say, "Who are you, why didn't I know that there was such a person as you in Wulin?"

The big boy didn't pay attention to her at all, he grabbed the man in white, reached out to hold the latter's left wrist vein, stared for a while, the look on his face changed instantly, and finally his face was painful and grief, then he moved his face slightly, stared at Fang Rushi coldly, and said coldly: "You dare to hurt my boss, have you asked me Kang Youmeng?"

"Kang Youmeng?" Fang Rushi thought about it, and finally shook her head and decided that she really didn't know that there was such a person in the world, her latent consciousness seemed to say to her, since she was an unknown person, then, she would not have much to do in the martial arts, and she would not have much ability.

But she knew right away how wrong she was!

The big boy suddenly shook slightly, she could only instinctively raise her wrist to take out the sword, as if a gust of wind was blowing, she felt a light in her hand, and the entire sword blade broke inch by inch and left a sword hilt, followed by her whole person being strangled by her neck and lifted it up stiffly, if it wasn't for the man in white who said three words "let her go" at the right time, she was bound to be choked by the big boy alive.

Then, "Peng!", she was thrown on the muddy ridge, as if she had fallen apart, and all the pride and dignity she had once had were scattered to the ground in an instant.

The big boy helped the man in white to walk away, and their conversation was heard from afar:

"Boss, why didn't you let me kill her?"

"I'm going to let her die at the hands of Sanshao. ”

"W, why?"

"When you understand why, you will understand how to love. ”

"If you don't tell me, it's over, why are you so complicated?"

"Well, boss, let me tell you, love is willing to give. Love, there is a very strange phenomenon, when you can't give the other person a chance, there is usually no feeling of love, so ah, in order to maintain the durability of love, sometimes, you have to give the other party a chance to pay for you......"

When Fang Rushi heard that she was pushed as someone's love maintenance lubricant, what she felt was definitely not that she was noble for making sacrifices for love, but that she was extremely ashamed and angry, and a mouthful of blood "wow" spurted out.