"You ......" Fei Bin took the long sword and said angrily: "Don't look down on people! stinky boy, I will make you pay for your arrogance!"

As he spoke, Fei Bin's sword stabbed out with the momentum of the breaking wind, this sword came too suddenly, without a hint! Seeing that the long sword was about to pierce Ling Hu Chong's throat, a triumphant and cruel smile on Fei Bin's face was frozen as soon as it appeared...... Because the long sword was drawn by the latter's branch a few centimeters away, it was easily dissolved.

"Is this your strength? What about your ability? It's too weak!" Ling Hu Chong mocked with disdain.

"Stinky boy, you don't talk to Lao Tzu in this tone!" Fei Bin couldn't attack, but was agitated and said angrily.

"The tone of voice requires strength, and unfortunately, you don't have that!"

"Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu let you know your body!" Fei Bin roared violently and stabbed with a fierce sword.

"This level of attack, no matter how many times you come, it's the same!"

The branch in Linghu Chong's hand flew quickly, came out of his hand, wrapped around the sword body and wrapped around Fei Bin's arm, the latter hurriedly threw the sword and retreated in shock, but he felt a numbness in his left hand, and the things in his hand could no longer hold it and fall......

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuangxueming!"

Ling Hu Chong took advantage of the situation to grab it with his left hand, and the thing was cold in his hand, and with the hilt of the sword in his right hand, he pulled his long sword back.

"Someone like you, holding my sword is a kind of defilement!"

"You...... Give me back my snow lotus seeds!"

"Oh, it's a snow lotus seed! No wonder it's so cold!" Ling Hu Chong spread out his palm, looked at the small beads that released a faint glow in the night, and slowly said: "Your snow lotus seeds? Give them back to you? Hehe, since they are in my hands, they are my things! If you have the ability, you can grab it again!"

"You ......" Although Fei Bin was extremely angry, he still didn't dare to act rashly, he also knew that his current physical strength was running out, and he would definitely not be able to get any benefit in the hands of this "little devil of the Demon Sect" in front of him!

"Brush!"

At this moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly came from behind Ling Hu Chong, and a silver sword flew in!

Linghu Chong stepped on the branches of the tree and jumped up with the help of his strength, avoiding the sharp sword.

"Hmph, I didn't expect your demon demon to react quite quickly!"

With a cold snort, a thin middle-aged figure flew by.

"Senior Brother Ding!" Fei Bin exclaimed happily when he saw the former.

"Hmph! I can't even deal with a child!" the comer snorted coldly, and it seemed that he was very uninterested in this waste junior brother who wanted to swallow snow lotus seeds privately.

Fei Bin didn't dare to say anything, as if he was afraid of his appearance as "Senior Brother Ding".

"Hey, hey, you're Ding Mian of the Songshan faction, right?" Ling Hu Chong squatted on the branch, and said nonchalantly.

"Hmph, yes, what, no, my name feels dirty when it comes out of the mouth of the demon cultist!"

Ding Mian said angrily with "righteous words".

"Oh, you're right, I happen to think that the word 'Ding Mian' is dirty!" Ling Hu Chong jumped down from the branch and said with a "cold" face.

"Stinky boy, you are looking for death!" was insulted by a child, and Ding Mian, who had always been arrogant, really couldn't stand it.

As he spoke, Ding Mian stabbed out with a sword, making Hu Chong recognize that this was the third type of the "Jade Dragon Outside the Sky" of the Songshan faction, the corners of his mouth revealed an imperceptible arc, and the sword whirled according to the cracking method engraved on the stone wall, with a sound of "boring", the two swords intersected, Ding Mian suddenly had a feeling that he was not out of force, as if he had stabbed the vacancy, and then, a wave of momentum swept through the sword body, his arm trembled violently, and the long sword almost couldn't hold it and flew out!

Around this, Ding Mian's arm was still inevitably sore.

"What's the matter? My attack was completely restrained by him!" He is worthy of being the top master of the Songshan faction, and his strength and perception are far comparable to Fei Bin!

After a little thought, Ding Mian's sword move changed sharply, and he attacked Linghu Chong again, and Fei Bin, who was almost exhausted, couldn't intervene at all, so he could only stand aside and stare dryly, and at this time, he could only see the black shadow and sword light vaguely......

The dark clouds in the night sky gradually obscured the mutilated moon, occupying the entire canopy, and as the night wind began to surge, only a few faint stars were still emitting a faint glow. The rain gradually fell, hitting the trees, the woods and the people, more and more, more and more......

In the rain, two figures held long swords, their bodies changed rapidly, the sword shadows were staggered, the cold light flickered, and every time the sword blades were handed over, there would be bursts of crisp metal sounds.

In the night sky, the rain is still falling, and in the rain curtain, the sound of the huqin is heard, which is so gloomy, sad and confused!

With the cool night breeze, gradually, the dark clouds dissipated, revealing the bright moon...... The night is still and the moon is not clear, the clouds are deep and there is nowhere to be found, Hu Ling is accompanied by the breeze and the black cry, but he asks who can care? The waning moon falls on the branches, the thunder roars and the sky is angry, and the chaotic and bloody rain falls into the red dust, so it is the autumn demeanor......

With the continuous rain showers, the sound of the huqin rises and falls, with grievances, sorrows, and sadness...... There is no hint of joy in it......

Whose tears are flying in the sky in the drizzle? Whose aftertaste is the blood and tears dripping down in the palm of the hand? Who understands that ten years of hard work is exchanged for parting! Behind the love...... It's heartbreak!

The sound of the piano is melodious, tear-jerking, the listener is moved, and the performer is heartbroken!

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and the rain in the night sky gradually decreased, and the two figures on the branches scattered after the last sword handover, and after an hour or two of fighting, no one was helpless against each other!

"Hmph! The kid of the Demon Sect is really powerful, if I guessed correctly, you are the disciple of the Qingcheng faction, right?"

Since Ling Hu rolled his eyes, he smiled and said, "Eh, yes! Tell you, I am not only a disciple of any of me, but also a son-in-law of any of me!

"Hmph! What if I do it? I wasn't defeated by my senior brother Zuo back then!"

"Oh, then let me see how many brushes your Songshan faction's martial arts have! Come on, come on, let's fight for another three hundred rounds!"

Behind Ding Mian's right hand, no one could see his arm trembling continuously, and he said sharply: "Hmph! Let you go today, if I let you see you again in the future, I will definitely cut you demon demon under the sword!"

After speaking, Ding Mian dragged Fei Bin, who was stunned, and took off into the air.

"Hey, Senior Brother Ding, the snow lotus seeds are still in that kid's hands!" Fei Bin said unwillingly.

"Less nonsense!"

Ling Hu Chong looked at Ding Mian's embarrassed back, and said loudly: "Hey, I'm leaving so soon, I haven't had enough of it!"

After saying that, after making sure that Ding Mian ran away again, Ling Hu Chong jumped off the ground, inserted his long sword into the dirt, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", not that he didn't want to kill Ding Mian and Fei Bin, but that he couldn't do anything at all, if he continued to fight, it was not certain who would lose and who would win!

The rain gradually subsided, and the moon in the night sky had completely dispelled the dark clouds, and in the night, the stars were gradually revealed......

Ling Hu Chong walked to Mo Da's side, the latter only cared about playing the piano, and did not react at all, Ling Hu Chong sighed secretly, and had to put two umbrellas on the ground to cover him from the rain......

With the sound of rain gradually stopping, dawn breaking, and the end of a song, "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" came into being at this time and here!

Mo Da's hand stopped, however, under the illumination of the morning light, Ling Hu Chong was shocked to find that the former's original black hair had turned gray at some point! The vicissitudes of life on his face were even worse, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years old overnight!

The rainstorm plays the piano and Hu Ling, and the night rain in Xiaoxiang is not sad! Poor ten years of red dust dreams, in the middle of the discussion of the mirror flowers and water and the moon, the years are empty, yin and yang are longing for each other, don't think about it, the soft intestines are broken, life and death have not been visited! Where is the green silk last night? The temples are full of frost all night!

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