Spring mountain night belt knife

As the man in red said, the wind of the knife came out fiercely, and hit Yuan Xiaohan's face directly. His breath was cold and extremely strange, like a killing blade flying out of a dark abyss, a sea of ​​blood and a swamp.

Yuan Xiaohan used the jade flute to hold the energy, then turned sideways and waved it away.The wind of the knife shattered the street wall. In the chaos, Yuan Xiaohan flipped his wrist, using the flute as a sword, bent a sword flower, and threw it out violently.

Yaobai's sword light exploded on the long street, turbulent the situation, forcing back the moonlight, the man in red blocked him with his sword, and when the sword intent dissipated, he jumped up from the ground, suddenly drew his sword, and hit Yuan Xiaohan's jade flute.

"It's okay to fight, but dare to report your name?" Yuan Xiaohan stood with his hands behind his back, holding the jade flute with one hand, holding the bone knife blade, facing those blue eyes, the corners of his lips seemed to be hooked.

"Chunshan is ruthless again, and my heart and soul are scattered. If you don't kill the person in your dream, you won't be happy with your bones." [1] "The man in red frowned, but smiled faintly, "It's not joy to kill the person in the dream."

After speaking, he quickly withdrew his strength, turned around, made a feint, and then raised his hand to seal his throat.

Wu Feihuan, the Mengslayer, was famous, and the move he just used was quite familiar.Yuan Xiaohan let out a "tsk", and said in a drawn-out tone, "Are you Ruan Xuegui's apprentice?"

Wu Feihuan let out a snort from his nasal cavity: "No, it's Ruan Xuegui's—abandoned disciple!" The last two words were bitten so hard that it was a hoarse roar.

"The entanglement of love and hate is what makes people unbearable to look at." Yuan Xiaohan said casually.He already understood the relationship between them: Wu Feihuan was expelled from the school by Ruan Xuegui in the past, and this person held a grudge, but now that Ruan Xuegui was born, this person immediately heard the news and came to the door.

But the search was too precise, even Ruan Xuegui knew which street and which inn Ruan Xuegui lived temporarily.This made Yuan Xiaohan frown.

The opponent attacked again.Wu Feihuan's moves are very similar to Ruan Fei's, but the meaning, situation, and momentum are completely different. If Ruan Fei is a god who looks down on the world with no heart, heartless indifference, then Wu Feihuan is a bloody Shura who crawled out of hell.

The jade flute caught the bone knife. At this moment, Yuan Xiaohan suddenly thought of something and asked, "You and your master are practicing the same kind of exercises, right?"

Clinker Wu Feihuan let out a "huh" and didn't answer.

Yuan Xiaohan said "tsk" again, he didn't say much anymore, and directly performed the Red Assassin Bone Phoenix Kung Fu, and used the connected jade flute and bone knife to release a burst of energy.

But Wu Feihuan didn't change his face, he drew his knife and circled, and then slashed again.Yuan Xiaohan twirled the jade flute between his fingers, and after holding it firmly, he rushed forward brazenly, agitating his energy, forcing Wu Feihuan to retreat a few feet.Then he chased after him at a wrong step, turning around and attacking his back.

Wu Feihuan escaped with treacherous movements, and it was too late and then quickly. On the empty long street, a black mist suddenly rose, covering the sky, the earth, and the moonlight, making people in the fog feel like they had fallen into chaos, and they could no longer distinguish their directions.

Yuan Xiaohan sneered, replaced the jade flute with a long sword, raised the sword and picked out Wu Feihuan who was hiding in the thick fog.The latter raised his knife to meet him, and the bone knife cut through the dense fog like a full moon.

The blades of the swords collided, and there was an intense sound on the foggy long street. After several rounds, Wu Feihuan recognized Yuan Xiaohan's identity, and said coldly, "So it's you, Yuan Xiaohan, the Sword Master of Lone Moon."

"Some eyesight." Yuan Xiaohan smiled casually.

Wu Feihuan: "Oh."

The two sides stopped fighting for the time being, and stood on their own side. In the dark mist, only the remaining blades and blades were shining.Yuan Xiaohan rolled his eyes, but his eyes were not stained with a smile: "You trapped me, but you didn't kill me?"

After the street was shrouded in mist, Wu Feihuan improved a lot in terms of body skills and moves, but he did not kill Yuan Xiaohan. Rather than saying that he wanted to kill Yuan Xiaohan, it would be better to say that this person was trying to kill Yuan Xiaohan. Playing the game of cat and mouse, trying to exhaust Yuan Xiaohan's strength.

But unfortunately, Yuan Xiaohan is not a mouse, and Wu Feihuan is not a cat.

Wu Feihuan turned sideways slightly, turned his wrist, and said in a low voice, "Because I want you to tell me where Ruan Shang is."

Yuan Xiaohan fiddled with Jiansui, tilted his head, raised the end of his eyes from bottom to top, and looked quietly at Wu Feihuan at the other end: "Are you so sure, I will tell you?"

"If you don't tell me, you won't be able to get out of my fog formation." Wu Feihuan said.

"It seems that your master didn't teach you well back then. You should use honorific words when speaking to seniors." Yuan Xiaohan snorted and said in a very leisurely tone.

After saying that, the sword tassel hanging from the hilt swayed in the air, the dark purple brilliance flashed instantly, and the long sword rose again.

The mist is deep black, the long sword is deep black, and it is difficult to distinguish each other for a while, but the moment the sword edge is deflected, the vast light spreads like ripples, overflowing to the surroundings.In an instant, the airflow on the street seemed to surge violently, and a gap was forcibly broken through the black mist.

Wu Feihuan smiled coldly, the light of the knife bloomed into flowers instantly, and greeted Yuan Xiaohan fiercely.

Yuan Xiaohan also hooked his lips into a smile, and when Wu Feihuan's move struck, he turned slightly sideways.

Wu Feihuan's eyes widened.

According to common sense, Yuan Xiaohan couldn't deal with it so quickly if he gathered his strength to break through the formation, but he just happened to drop the sword.

The shining white sword light, like a rainbow hanging from the sky, hit his saber impartially, and then threw him to the ground.

"I never thought of breaking the formation." Yuan Xiaohan said slowly, "You're lying."

Hearing this, Wu Feihuan raised his head impressively—the black fog on the long street was so thick that there was no gap at all.

The next moment, Yuan Xiaohan lifted the sword in his hand upside down, and slammed Wu Feihuan's chest with the hilt. It was not over yet. Then, Yuan Xiaohan took advantage of Wu Feihuan to raise his head, flattened the sword, and slapped Wu Feihuan fiercely. its head.

Wu Fei was so angry that he spewed out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, the fog array scattered on the street, because the owner of the array was injured, he couldn't devote his energy to maintain it, and quickly shattered.

"Do you remember?" Yuan Xiaohan stood in front of him, and said with a half-smile, "From now on, you must be polite to your elders."

"What kind of elder are you!" Wu Feihuan yelled.

Yuan Xiaohan ignored him and left.

At this time, Zhong Ling rushed out from the corner of the street, holding a hastily written letter in his hand, and said to Yuan Xiaohan anxiously: "My lord, senior just sent someone, bah, I sent two letters to Ming Shan Tang, One of them is for you!"

"Eh, he actually wrote me a letter?" Yuan Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, feeling quite inconceivable.He took the letter from Zhong Ling's hand and opened it to read, but saw that the handwriting on it was extremely ugly, as if it had been dug out by claws.

Yuan Xiaohan frowned again.

Zhong Ling anxiously said: "The letter said, senior is gone!"

Yuan Xiaohan didn't change his expression, he stuffed the letter back into Zhong Ling's hand, this was expected, he wasn't very surprised.

But Zhong Ling didn't know, he was very anxious, pacing, almost stepping through the stone slab: "My lord, why don't you go after him? Can you do it!"