||->->Chapter 5 Parting is just for a better reunion next time

At noon, the hot and poisonous sun shone in through the branches and leaves, and both of them sweated like rain, but they didn't even move, and they didn't blink their eyes. Watermark Ad TestWatermark Ad Test⊙ Top Novel,.23wx.

Both of them are willing to strike first, but they both want to wait for the other to be the first to make a flaw.

Zhao Qinghou leaned on the trunk of the tree covered in blood, and the sun was gradually setting in the west.

The animal skin on Qin Zhu's body had been soaked with sweat, the blood from the cold frost wound had condensed, and the shadows of the two of them had been stretched and shortened, shortened and lengthened.

Month, eastrise.

The tenth night, descended.

Beautiful Killing Night, Cold Killing Month.

A firefly flew between the two, was destroyed by the fierce murderous aura, and suddenly fell to death.

Qin Zhu and Leng Ruoshuang's gaze couldn't help but sweep towards the Liuying who fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the two of them raised their eyes, because they both woke up at the same time that this was the best time to kill the enemy.

When the time comes, we will never let go of it.

In an instant, the sword qi and sword shadows flew up all over the sky, and the evil aura was overwhelming!

Every inch of cold skin, every long hair, was an offensive, and she attacked one hundred and eight swords in one breath like lightning.

Ruoshuang took the lead as soon as he fought, because his swordsmanship was fantastical, weird, fast, and treacherous!

Qin Zhu didn't move his feet, shaking his body to dodge the three swords that came first!

Leng Ruoshuang didn't stop, and stabbed out five swords in a row!

Qin Zhu's body flashed five times, the "parting hook" had not arrived, and the person was empty!

Leng Ruoshuang didn't let the other party have any chance to rest at all, and stabbed out seven swords like an electric switch!

Qin Zhu let out a beastly cry, and the sound was not finished, and he had already avoided the seven swords.

I saw that Leng Ruoshuang was covered in cold light, and the hooked sword roared and stabbed, and stabbed out nine swords!

Qin Zhu's body was like the wind, moving like a tiger and a leopard, and the nine swords could pass by him!

Qin's body method is fast, Leng Ruoshuang is faster, so fast that people can't even think about it and see it, and the thirteen swords come out again!

"Beast Demon" Qin Zhu's figure flew back, although the thirteen swords missed, the leopard skirt was pierced with thirteen sword holes, and there was no room for life and death!

Leng Ruoshuang actually had twenty-one swords in the dodge!

These twenty-one swords, Qin Zhi will definitely not be able to avoid them!

Qin Zhi violently flipped the "beast knife" and flew away, and actually split twenty-one swords one after another!

Leng Ruoshuang's eyes were cold, and the hook sword shook again, and there were thirty-six swords!

- Never let the enemy have a chance to breathe!

The hook sword passed, and only a series of sword "ding" sounds were heard, which were densely packed together, and there was no interruption at all.

As soon as the ninety-seven swords passed, Leng Ruoshuang followed the ten swords and struck again!

Qin Zhu's neck, shoulders, chest, ribs, palm, arm, thighs, legs, knees, and ankles each had a blood mark, and the blood did not gush out, and it was a sword flying as cold as frost!

The last sword!

- The One Hundred and Eighth Sword!

Qin Zhu's "beast knife" landed, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he suddenly grabbed Ruoshuang's hook sword with his empty hand, but his palms were already drenched in blood.

After more than 100 moves, neither of them took a breath, but now as soon as the moves stopped, both of them took a few breaths.

The two of them gasped, Leng Ruoshuang drew his sword with all his might, and the "beast demon" Qin Zhu was tightly pressed!

Leng Ruoshuang couldn't draw the sword, and Qin Zhi couldn't help but smile proudly.

- Qin Zhu made a mistake this time.

One hopelessly big mistake.

He restrained Leng Ruoshuang's hooked sword, and as soon as Leng Ruoshuang couldn't pull it out, she immediately let go!

Losing the cold frost of the "parting hook" is equivalent to a female tiger without fangs, Qin Zhizheng is proud, suddenly, a sword light seems to fly in front of him, and lightning has pierced his throat!

Qin Zhi had never seen such a fast sword light, and he had never known that there was such a fast sword technique.

He didn't believe it until he died.

Leng Ruoshuang has no sword in his hand at all!

So, where did this sword come from?

The sword severed Qin Zhu's throat, and he stepped back step by step, his eyes full of surprise, fear, and doubt......

Leng Ruoshuang's eyes were like electricity, stabbing at Qin Zhi's body.

Her left hand seemed to be covered with a layer of light, and the sword light flickered!

——The palm was already stained with blood, and it was this palm that was inserted into Qin Zhu's throat.

Qin Zhi stared at Ruoshuang's hand in horror, covered his throat with his hand, and "gurgled": "You...... You're so young...... I actually practiced the ...... of 'palm sword'"

Leng Ruoshuang couldn't hold on, his eyes stared at him like a sword, and his voice was cold: "Yes, everyone in the rivers and lakes thinks that the one hundred and eighth sword is my last sword, and the 'beast demon', one of the eighteen demons of the 'Green Dragon Society', actually believes it like them, it's really stupid!" 'Palm sword', this is my last sword!"

Qin Zhi's eyes were full of resentment and despair, he roared and flew up, kicking Leng Ruoshuang's chest!

Leng Ruoshuang was completely out of strength at this time, and her whole body fell out like a broken kite, and fell under a tree with a "bang".

"Beast Demon" Qin Zhi stared at the cold frost under his feet, and Gao An's huge body suddenly fell backwards slowly-

Then Leng Ruoshuang saw Zhao Qinghou's pale and bloodless face and the half-truncated sword in his hand dripping blood after Qin Zhi fell......

......

At dawn, outside the "Pig Forest".

Banners were unfurled, murderous, and seventy-two black-clad and black-armored knights in military uniforms lined up in a array, ready to go.

Zhao Qinghou and Leng Ruoshuang were relatively speechless for a long time, and the nine days and ten nights of fierce battles, and the battle of wits and courage in life and death, had made the two of them covered in blood and bruises.

Under the shadow of the horse, two heroic young generals with gold armor and silver helmets, hit their left chests with their right fists, and said with a standard "Zhenxi Army" military salute: "Father, as soon as the child received your military pigeon summons, he quickly rushed to the 'Liangcheng Inn' with the 'Seventy-two Feiyun Riders' to pick up the little girl to see you. ”

Zhao Qinghou sat on the horse with a five- or six-year-old girl in his arms, and pretended to be relaxed: "Second girl, this is the orphan Xiaoman of Qiu Xuan, the old friend of Benhou, the 'Scorpion Lady', she will be my daughter Zhao Qinghou in the future, my two twin sons are called Zhao Yao and Zhao Shun respectively, my third daughter Xiaoman, she will be called 'Zhao Yu' in the future!" Then he raised his arm and shouted: "'Zhenxi Army' owns, call people!"

The "Seventy-two Flying Cloud Riders", who had been stained with the blood of countless "party item" clansmen on the edge of the knife, raised his scimitar at the same time, and his voice moved the sky: "See the third miss!"

Xiaoman seemed to be startled by the sudden and uniform roar, and saw the two young generals who looked similar, Zhao Yao with a fierce personality and Zhao Shun with a good temper, all came to salute and call him "Third Sister", and he was cowardly for a while, and he hid his little face like an apple in Zhao Qinghou's arms.

Zhao Qinghou hugged the little girl tightly and said to Leng Ruoshuang: "Ben Hou is for her miserable mother, Sister Xuan, thank you for your high righteousness!"

"Be kind to Xiaoman. Leng Ruoshuang smiled coldly, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Uncle, last night...... The girl is not asleep......" After speaking, she took a quick step and turned around.

Zhao Qinghou's heart fluttered, and he raised his hand and said, "Girl, can we still meet?"

Leng Ruoshuang didn't look back, waved his hand with his back to the rising sun, and said: "Parting, just for a better reunion next time." (End of volume)