Nie Tianyang had always hoped that Hu Shuangyue could eliminate a mustard, and it was not himself who stabbed him in his left hand that night.

But it doesn't work, once the bad thing is suspected, then without a strong explanation, it will get closer and closer to the truth and be confirmed by people who forget about it.

Nie Tianyang stabbed out a sword and went straight to Hu Shuangyue's waist.

Most of the people who are in the air are focused on this, and every disciple in the Sword Sect is generally similar when dealing with this sword.

This teaching came from the mouths of two different masters, but it resounded in the minds of both of them at the same time.

The moment Nie Tianyang's thoughts were together, the sword had already stabbed out, according to the demon who easily stabbed the fallen leaves falling from the sky under the cliff, this sword was as accurate as Lou Momo's demonstration of several times before he could succeed once.

"Dang!"

The strength on Hu Shuangyue's sword was still heavy and powerful, even though Mingzong's swordsmanship was known for its elegance and changeability, he still did not change his sword path. And judging by his arrogant words, he has his own understanding.

"If you don't think it's right, you can try it for yourself, whether there is any ethereal and changeable taste on my sword. ”

The sword in the swordsman's hand is more calm, which has been instilled by several elders of the Ming Sect since childhood, so even if the disciples of the Sword Sect feel that the sword in their hands is difficult to grasp, they will not easily choose to let go.

The moment Hu Shuangyue's sword was attached to the flowing frost, Nie Tianyang clearly felt that this strength was a sword that had been castrated.

At this time, if he made a second sword move, Hu Shuangyue would be unable to resist.

With doubts, Nie Tianyang's speed of raising his sword was still amazing, as if it was the result of thinking without thinking.

"Ding!"

The two swords clashed again, and Nie Tianyang's face was as it was.

Hu Shuangyue held the sword in her left hand, and the scar was twisting.

Under the moonlight, at that moment, Nie Tianyang was sure that he had seen Hu Shuangyue, and a surprised and happy smile appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect it, my left hand can still be used, do you regret not cutting him off directly?"

"I don't have to. ”

"Xie Yun won't. ”

"So that's me?"

"You're number one. ”

Nie Tianyang's eyes spewed flames when he looked at Hu Shuangyue, and the tip of the sword that had appeared on the inside of Hu Shuangyue's calf slashed to the side.

"Dang!"

With an even crisper sound, the Frost Sword was caught like a thief.

Hu Shuangyue's body had already slid under the two swords to a knee-high height from the ground.

"You want to provoke me. ”

Nie Tianyang's voice was stern, and he was already angry.

Hu Shuangyue's face was in the dark, and she smiled.

"So what?"

The cold light was like the wind, and it ran in the blink of an eye, and the fallen leaves were stripped of their original tracks by the sleeves, and the sword roared softly.

Hu Shuangyue turned defense into offense.

Nie Tianyang was burdened with grievances, and his heart was very angry, he no longer chose to defend himself, and decided to prove that he didn't need to be so despicable. He also believed that only in this way could Hu Shuangyue believe it.

The tip of the sword rubbed the eyelashes on his eyes, and Nie Tianyang was shocked.

Hu Shuangyue was indeed a disciple of the Sword Sect with extremely talent, which made him have to admit that his left hand, which had been practicing hard for many years, was attacked and abolished by someone, but he had instead practiced the sword in his right hand to such perfection.

The two tacitly agreed that they did not use the true yuan, from the Sword Sect, and the sword competition is a rule that everyone abides by, if the true yuan is used, it is to admit that it is inferior to the other party. No one explained this, but it was surprisingly popular with the disciples of the Sword Sect.

But Hu Shuangyue's right hand was forced to practice helplessly after all, and it was difficult to compare with the left hand that was really hard practiced.

Nie Tianyang's sword skills are very standard Mingzong swords, fast and elegant, with many changes, which makes Hu Shuangyue look clumsy when he fights.

With five swords in a row, Hu Shuangyue landed on both feet, but Nie Tianyang had already established an advantage.

Either scratching or picking, Nie Tianyang's sword was light because of its speed, and Hu Shuangyue was clumsy and embarrassed, retreating again and again.

"If it's my left hand, I can't have the upper hand, and I won't be like that. ”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart, and there was no lack of deep sighs and resentments, which were contrary to his rough appearance.

The duel between the two has entered a stalemate, yin and yang swordsmanship, the two have been practicing hard for a long time, although they are changing, but they are always familiar as if they are fighting against themselves.

The full moon was like a bright wheel of light, reflecting the two people wielding long swords on the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind joined the battlefield from time to time, stirring the corners of someone's clothes.

After a long fierce fight, suddenly, Nie Tianyang chuckled, leaned forward, and rushed with his sword.

According to the Sword Sect's understanding of the sword, this is an extremely dangerous posture, and the void that is exposed is no less than being in the air, and there are many flaws.

"Deception. Hu Shuangyue thought so.

The long sword flew quickly vertically and horizontally, no matter what tricks Nie Tianyang had, as long as he couldn't get close to him, it would be useless, Hu Shuangyue had such an abacus.

Hu Shuangyue's sword blade slashed, but it was empty, and Nie Tianyang stepped on the trunk of the tree and took off quickly.

Hu Shuangyue's eyes followed closely, and Nie Tianyang's every move was under his control.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

A series of sword sounds are like the bones of a flower blooming, dense and rhythmic.

Nie Tianyang's white clothes were like a wandering lonely soul, turning back between the trees, constantly borrowing strength, and constantly changing the direction of attack.

Hu Shuangyue's sword was still steady, and he couldn't help sneering in his heart: Nie Tianyang was too anxious, and he kept fainting one after another.

He sealed the left and right, and Hu Shuangyue protected himself from revealing a drop of water.

What he expected was right, Nie Tianyang's physical strength was passing quickly, and he quickly ended this continuous attacking move.

The Flowing Frost Sword reflected the obvious change of direction in the moonlight, and Hu Shuangyue retreated alertly, faintly three steps away from a tree.

A sword stabs out, pointing straight at the center of the eyebrows, and the top-down attack is generally like this. The elder of the Sword Sect said that such an attack, no matter how the defender responded, would have an impact on his eyesight.

Hu Shuangyue took the sword, and the flowing frost went down, and the sword was like a spiritual snake, burrowing into his wide sleeves.

Hu Shuangyue's heart suddenly tightened, he was sure to take this sword, but it was still thrilling.

Moreover, Nie Tianyang's sword was one point faster, which made him very uneasy.

Hu Shuangyue shook her hands, the sword flowers were one after another, and the two long swords clanged.

Hu Shuangyue woke up, and remembered a series of offensive lines in her mind.

"Waist, shoulder, left arm, right hand. ”

It's just that he can think of this, but he doesn't know how to crack it in a hurry.

Nie Tianyang's sword blade suddenly poured out his strength, and that power was enough to break through the meeting with force, swinging away Hu Shuangyue's long sword, creating a gap.

The sound of breaking the wind showed the impatience of this sword, but Hu Shuangyue was undoubtedly more anxious, he was worried, he could see Nie Tianyang's offensive path, but he couldn't change the fact that he could only defend and not counterattack.

The strength on the Frost Sword was always one point behind, so he had no time to figure out if Nie Tianyang still had changes.

"Again. ”

Hu Shuangyue thought silently, her face suddenly solemnized, and the thoughts that had been thinking about Nie Tianyang's physical strength slowly dissipating.

As long as he is sure that he will win with one blow, then it is worth the amount of physical strength that is consumed.

Hu Shuangyue thought about it like this, and secretly said hateful: he actually wanted to solve the battle with a quick battle.

The impatient sword is still the limit of castration, which makes Hu Shuangyue a little crazy, and the choice is pondered in his heart.

Waist eye, left shoulder, arm.

A series of provocations in Hu Shuangyue's mind did not have a result, the connection was domineering and fast, Hu Shuangyue's heart beat wildly, and Nie Tian raised his sword a point faster, which was already the limit of what he could bear.

"Smack. ”

Hu Shuangyue couldn't imagine whether he would take on Nie Tianyang's next sword, and cautiously stepped on the tree to escape.

The soreness of his right hand swing was scarcely a moment's rest, and he had to stop.

Nie Tianyang's eyes widened at that moment, the intentions of both sides were clear, his state was not like this, he was an attacker, his attack did not stop for a moment, and he was only stronger than his opponent under pressure.

Once stopped, his physical exhaustion would become his defeat.

The difference between the strong is only a fraction of a fraction at this time.

Nie Tianyang used such words to cheer himself up in his heart, and continued frantically.

He swung his sword, and the edge of the tip of the sword pointed directly at the right arm of the sword behind Hu Shuangyue's sword hilt!

Hu Shuangyue's forehead showed green tendons, and he stared at Nie Tianyang's sword with wide eyes, his arm was like a lead, and it was difficult to move a bit.

"Left or right!"

He screamed in his heart, there was only one blow, and he must guess correctly.

The scar on his left hand was hideous, and it was full of redness as it rolled.

He swung his sword, and he didn't allow Nie Tianyang to hurt his arm again.

The thin layer of frost on the Frost Sword was clear in front of his eyes, and he was extremely relieved.

And the next moment, his heart sank.

"It's empty. ”

The leaves fell with the wind, and the frost sword pierced into his left arm, and a soul-penetrating cold made him wake up like a dream.

At the touch of a button, the blood flower appeared.

The frost that was clear to the eye slowly dissipated in front of him, this was the fastest sword he had ever seen, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"You said that I abolished your left hand, so I really stabbed it with a sword, otherwise, am I too bad?"

The shadows of the trees were reflected on Nie Tianyang's face, but Hu Shuangyue saw a kind of anger, and the calmness of this anger was so calm that it made him panic.

For the first time, he was so afraid of a man, he admitted.

"The ferocity of that sword can't be imitated, it's not you. ”

Hu Shuangyue was unusually bitter when she spit out this sentence, as if she was extremely disappointed.

He hoped that this was Nie Tianyang's conspiracy, better than the fact that he really couldn't compare to him.

The viciousness of the person who stabbed him was far from being comparable to Nie Tianyang, Nie Tianyang only had a sharp move, but he was affectionate under the sword.

The last sword, the left and right swords, are real or fake, Nie Tianyang did not stab his right arm, which is already a great kindness.

"I've lost, but I'll still come to you when I advance to the Phaseless Realm and my left arm recovers. ”

Nie Tianyang's face showed doubt.

"Indeed, you regard people other than you as mortals. ”

Hu Shuangyue was silent, and then opened her mouth to mock.

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