Xin Xian clapped his hands casually and smiled at him: "Yes, Brother Qiu Yao quickly realized my essence. However, if you come to Xingshi to ask for sin, your weight is not enough......"

Fang Qiuyao's expression became more and more annoyed, the distance between a few steps was instantaneous, and the severe cold of the long sword in his hand caused the surrounding petals to condense white frost qi.

"Brother Qiu Yao, it seems that you are unwilling to give up. It's a good thing that what you just said hinted at that person so many times, and it completely annoyed me. Xin Xian smiled sweetly and said angry words, raised his hand, and an extra blue-veined dagger more than half a foot long appeared in his left hand, and struck at Fang Qiuyao's long sword.

The two edges collided with each other, making a crunch sound. The cold hit people, and the breath of Xin Xian turned into hot mist in the air. However, the aura of spring blossoming on the blue-veined dagger was condensed in a very small range, but the momentum on the White Frost Sword began to fade. The two blades were separated with a single touch, and the sword light and sword shadow were sprinkled in an instant, stirring up the surrounding space into chaos. A fierce murderous aura swept through the flowers, and countless delicate petals and green leaves were stirred into pieces and splashed around, losing their former luster.

Fang Qiuyao's combat power at this time was still above Qin Yan, who had fought with Xin Xian the day before. But tonight's Xin Xian has also recovered from his injuries, which is by no means comparable to the past. The battle between the two was extremely fierce, and the petals floating around them were pulled by Xin Xian's power, and they attacked Fang Qiu like sharp blades. The cold light on Fang Qiuyao's sword was pressing, and the petals condensed a vast and severe frost, and they all lost their strength and fell. The eyes of the two of them were extremely cold and silent in the flying flowers and leaves, and a gorgeous battle was carried out against a wonderful background.

Figures flickered, the rapid clash of swords played like a fiery tune, and the haunting chirping of bells and birds accompanied it. Fang Qiuyao was like being in an extremely mysterious dream, his body was getting lighter and lighter, and the speed of swinging his sword was even faster than the previous limit, but the other party's blue-veined dagger also showed no less strength than his own, attacking from various unpredictable tricky angles, its speed and viciousness, and the accuracy of its judgment were unimaginable because of the hands of such a sweet girl. In order to find a way out of the stagnant moves, Fang Qiuyao's heart entered a realm that he didn't dare to try not long ago.

Ethereal, silent, the sword light flying in the sky no longer only shows the swordsmanship he has learned, but also reveals a kind of atmosphere and casualness from the heart. Qin Yan once said that Fang Qiuyao's sword style was more majestic than his own, once he stepped into the realm, he would show his majestic momentum without giving up, and in turn force Xin Xian, no matter how treacherous his moves were, he could only succeed for a while.

The corners of Xin Xian's mouth moved slightly, outlining a shallow arc, and he smiled: "It's really amazing, Brother Qiu Yao, it seems that you have grown a lot in the past few days!"

Fang Qiuyao's heart was slightly cold, this girl still has the strength to speak, it seems that she is a lot higher than herself, and being suppressed is just a temporary phenomenon!

Just when his mind was slightly confused, the water light in the air fluctuated, and a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wings quietly struck in front of him. At this time, the long sword in his hand has been blocked, unstoppable, and unavoidable. Staring closely at the sudden killing move, Fang Qiuyao's eyes almost split, and his heart was about to stop beating at that moment. Seeing that the flying knife was about to be nailed into the center of his eyebrows, his life was about to end, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Fortunately, the flying knife pierced his eyebrows, and he was pinched by a slender hand, unable to take his life.

Xin Xian looked at Fang Qiuyao with her timid eyes, slowly took back the flying knife, wiped the blood beads on the tip of the knife, and suddenly brushed it on Fang Qiuyao's pale face, and said with a sweet smile: "Most people have this expression before they die, despair, sadness, and have lost all their strength. You're okay and didn't pee your pants in fear. But maybe I didn't see it?" she said and deliberately glanced under him, Fang Qiuyao's face suddenly turned red.

"Shame and annoyance, some fear, maybe some gratitude mixed with resentment, this is your current psychological portrayal, right?" Xin Xian approached Fang Qiuyao, about to put his face on it, and asked with a smile. The girl's fragrance seeped into the wings of her nose, but Fang Qiuyao desperately avoided the pretty face like a flower and jade, and said angrily: "Don't think that you can tease me by force!

"Oh, I'm ashamed and angry!hehe!" Xin Xian obediently took a half step back, folded his hands and hung down, bowing his head slightly to make a shy look, "But, Brother Qiuyao, I've already teased you, I'm really sorry! I really shouldn't have done this......"

"Shut up!" Fang Qiuyao's face turned red, he put his sword in the sheath and turned to leave, quickly disappearing behind the bushes.

Xin Xian watched him leave with a sweet smile, shook his head and turned around, the smile on his face slowly faded.

"Oh, innocent children, too, will slowly be stained with the stain of the world...... Come, let me watch you grow up......"

The moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the land was covered by boundless twilight. Let the spring color of the mountains have no color, and they can only spend the long night quietly in their own loneliness.

Drinking wine in large bowls and eating meat in large pieces, everyone in the village enjoyed themselves, and the laughter gradually subsided. They also need a good night's rest to meet the warm sun tomorrow.

The bonfire burned out, and at the end of the song, everyone dispersed, leaving only the ground in shambles. The few people who stayed behind to clean the grounds yawned and scrambled to clean up the stains on the ground, and that's when the accident happened.

Midnight, which had finally fallen silent, was once again broken by the sound of rumbling horses' hooves, and a murderous procession of knights emerged from the night, armed with sabers and steel forks, and a raging fire burned in their pass, and the edges of their swords dazzled in the firelight. The fierce east wind fueled the fire, and the flames spread rapidly in the wind, engulfing large swaths of houses. It won't be long before the entire village will be in flames and reduced to an unknown piece of ash in the barren mountains.

Suddenly there was a hurried sound of bangs at the east end, and the little village that had just rested boiled again, and countless panicked figures rushed out of the house, rushing around in a panic, which made the sword-wielding horse thieves laugh, and the panic and fear were appetizing before drinking the blood of the villagers.

The shouts in front grew louder and louder, the flames reflected half of the sky, and the horse thieves galloped through the alleys under the eaves of the haystacks, smiling and rushing towards several panicked villagers.

Everything is going well, and the task will be completed when the blood is spilling out. Compared with the five thousand taels of silver that the man had promised, there was nothing to look forward to in such a poor country.

The villagers panicked and scurried like headless flies, and were soon overtaken by the robbers on horseback, and with the terrible sound of the wind, the sharp blades kissed the neck of the man behind them. But the man fell to the ground with a stumble, rolled to the wall, and crawled into the haystack with a rolling belt, and luckily picked up a life.