stepping on the moon and asking green hills

As summer approaches, the nights are getting hotter and hotter. The good thing about Xifeng is that it's always cool at night. After dinner, at Tang Yun's "gracious" invitation, Bai Qiuling couldn't hold him back, so he went out with him to "digest food" ", walked around the street in front of the inn, arrived at the door of the inn, and continued walking forward.

"Where has Qiuqiu gone these days?" Tang Yun waved the folding fan in his hand and walked side by side with Bai Qiuling. The sac was shaking back and forth with the movements of his hands, exuding the fragrance of Sophora japonica.

Bai Qiuling was very sensitive to the scent of Sophora japonica flowers, he unconsciously turned his head to look at Tang Yun's hand, and before he could answer, he was "caught" by him.Tang Yun asked again: "What is Qiuqiu looking at?"

Bai Qiuling shook his head: "Nothing."

"Are you looking at my sachet?" Tang Yun self-consciously explained the origin of the Sophora japonica sachet, squeezed it in his hand, and said: "I accidentally lost Qiuqiu's sword tassel last time. And I really like the faint fragrance of Sophora japonica, so I found someone to make such a sachet, but—" He stopped at the same spot, he saw Bai Qiuling go out, turned around and stood facing him, and continued : "I don't know how Qiuqiu did it. I tried many methods to keep the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers for so long, but they all fell apart in two or three days. I had to throw the whole fabric into the pot to cook."

"It's just a sword spike, the pavilion master likes it so much, I also made a lot of things on Yunyin Mountain-"

Tang Yun was waiting for his words. Before he finished speaking, he put away the fan, held it in his hand and said with a smile, "Then I will trouble Qiuqiu. As a return gift, I will also give Qiuqiu a present."

The two walked into a secluded forest at some point, Tang Yun hadn't finished speaking, but the fan in his hand flew out behind Bai Qiuling, and the silent forest immediately echoed the sound of leaves being torn.And almost at the moment when the fan flew back to Tang Yun's hand, Bai Qiuling turned around and took a few steps back to avoid a sword energy flying out from the depths of the forest, and said anxiously: "Pavilion master be careful!"

Tang Yun really didn't expect to meet Duan Zhou here. All the atmosphere was destroyed by the surprise attack from behind. He was so angry that he wanted to tear his hands off immediately.

Bai Qiuling dodged the fiery sword energy and stood still not far from him. The two of them looked at each other, and their eyes fell on the figure walking towards them.

The sword in the visitor's hand was faintly glowing red, and without allowing Bai Qiuling to think for a while, the Qingshuang sword on his back reacted violently.

Tang Yun kept the folding fan at his waist, and Bai Qiuling couldn't see the expression on his face in the dark, but he was also walking towards that person, clapping his palms together, laughing as he walked, "It's a pleasure to see It is Tang's honor to have such a magical weapon like the Qingming Sword, but the way you appear on the scene is too 'special', could it be that you have done too many shady things and are used to being in the dark?"

There was a dead silence around, and after a while, Duan Zhou came out from the depths of the forest and walked to an open space not far in front of the two of them. He saw the "blacksmith" who forged the Qingming sword clearly through the moonlight and Bai Qiuling.

He was wearing a black robe and stood holding a sword. The Qingming sword reflected the moonlight and also showed similar patterns to the Qingshuang sword.The difference is that the frost flowers on the Qingshuang sword are white, while on the Qingming sword, there are clusters of flames blooming like red lotuses, so lifelike that even the petals seem to dance on the sword.

Qingshuang, Qingming and Qingming mutually generate and restrain each other, Bai Qiuling can feel how restless Qingshuangjian is at this time, and also noticed the vibration of Qingmingjian, even Duan Zhou's whole body is trembling - as Duan Qingshuang said, Duan Zhou can no longer Control the Qing Ming Sword.

In other words, Qing Mingjian is already bloodthirsty, and no one can control it.

Tang Yun still looked at ease, while Duan Zhou seemed to be rooted a few feet away, not moving at all, not even saying a word.Tang Yun had already said something extremely offensive, but he acted as if he didn't hear it, standing where he was with a blank expression in his hand.

"It's a pity that none of my bounties got the thousand taels. In the end, I ended it myself." Tang Yun put one hand behind his back, and put his fist half in front of him. He was dressed in white, with a tall and straight figure, looking at it under the moonlight. It really looks like Mr. Pianpian.

——Of course Bai Qiuling knew that Mr. Pianpian was an illusion.

He pursed his lips and stared at the Qingming Sword in Duan Zhou's hand, changed Qingshuang and Qingyu in his hand, and held the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, vigilantly adjusting his internal energy, his five fingers gradually tightened and his knuckles turned white .

And that Duan Zhou seemed to be deaf, turning a deaf ear to Tang Yun's rude and provocative words, and there was no change on his face.

It doesn't look like a person at all.

However, in an instant, the silent forest was no longer silent, replaced by the sound of the Qingming sword cutting through the surrounding trees with the scorching sword energy. At this time, the branches were burning and crackling.

Tang Yun's complexion darkened, and he looked at Bai Qiuling in the dark, and said to him for a while: "Qiuqiu, you see how unreasonable this person is, we speak well, he—"

"Stop talking nonsense."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Qiuling touched the ground with his toes, and swept towards Duanzhou with the Qingshuang sword in his hand, and swept the sword to stop a flame that was rushing towards Tang Yun's face.

Qingshuangjian ruthlessly hit Qingmingjian back at the waist. Under the collision of ice and fire, a cloud of water mist suddenly appeared with a "呲", blocking Tang Yun's sight. He pushed his palm forward to split the mist with the wind of his palm. Open, when the white mist dissipated, Bai Qiuling had already exchanged hands with Duan Zhou who was holding the Qingming Sword.

Duan Zhou's inner strength is profound, although the Qing Ming Sword is becoming less and less under his control, it can't "escape" from his shackles, and the struggling power erupting in his hands splits the open space under several people's feet wide again. .

Bai Qiuling frowned, looked around at the broken branches that were slowly burning, and recalled the scene he saw in Duanfu's courtyard.

After a few strokes with Duan Zhou, he seemed to be intimidated by the death aura emanating from that person, he paused half a step, and the sword aura flew past him, and the cloth on his shoulders snapped. It was scratched, and the inner garment was only connected by a few strands of silk thread, and the skin on the shoulders was faintly visible in the moonlight.

The sound of the cloth being torn came to Tang Yun's ears, and he immediately got angry from it, stepped over the burning broken wood and flew over, raised his hand and slapped Duan Zhou's heart mercilessly.

Duan Zhou was busy dealing with Bai Qiuling and the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, he had no time to take care of this flying palm, so he could only take a step back when he couldn't avoid it, and took the blow firmly in his abdomen.

"When you fight, you fight, and you still want to take off Qiuqiu's clothes? You old bastard is so unruly!"

He was still talking and scolding Duan Zhou, but he took the time to turn over and push Bai Qiuling away lightly, ignoring the unnatural expression on his face, and smiled at him with curved lips: "I said I have a gift for you, how can I be ashamed?" Please come and get it yourself." As soon as the words finished, Duan Zhou raised his sword and slashed up behind him.

Bai Qiuling wanted to push his sword to meet him, but Tang Yun was faster than him. He used the folding fan in his hand to catch Duan Zhou's sword abruptly with his backhand. His expression changed very quickly. , and punched him at a very tricky angle.

Before that, Bai Qiuling had been "discussing" with Tang Yun, and he even got stabbed by an assassin in front of his own face - the assassin would never be stronger than Duan Zhou.Right now Tang Yun is capable of every move with ease, while Duan Zhou is attacking fiercely with the Qing Ming Sword but he can't even touch the hem of his clothes. He is completely different from him who dealt with the killer before.

He is so fast that even the sword energy of Qing Mingjian can't catch up with him. Stepping on the moon and chasing clouds makes him walk around Duan Zhou like a ghost. A folding fan combined with the Haoyue palm completely mastered it. situation.

Bai Qiuling watched from the sidelines for a long time, and when Duan Zhou suddenly turned his attack and came towards him, he woke up as if in a dream, leaned back and almost slid towards Tang Yun with the Qing Ming Sword.

Tang Yun gave him a hand, pulled him in front of him, almost touching his heart, and said with a smile, "Qiuqiu, be careful."

If it wasn't for the scene where Cai Cai and Duan Zhou fought, Bai Qiuling would have forgotten that apart from being a scoundrel, Tang Yun was indeed a genius master who became famous at a young age and defeated the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Before he could say thank you, Tang Yun clapped again.

Duan Zhou's swordsmanship became more and more chaotic, and his fatal weaknesses were exposed one after another under Tang Yun's flawless offensive. Feeling the threat, Qing Mingjian erupted with even more frightening sword energy. There are many more wounds, which are dripping blood at this time.

Bai Qiuling suddenly remembered the scene of Duan Qingshuang feeding Qingshuang Sword with blood, he secretly thought something was wrong, and said loudly to Tang Yun: "His blood!"

Hearing the sound, Tang Yun looked at Duan Zhou's wrist, and sure enough, there was a bloody wound on the wrist, and the blood flowing out of the wound was absorbed by Qing Mingjian bit by bit.Duan Zhou didn't seem to feel the pain. He looked down at his wrist and laughed out loud. His whole body seemed to be abnormal. The five fingers of the hand that hurt the wrist were still tightening slowly, and more fresh blood flowed down the green. The Hilt of the Underworld Sword flowed to the body of the sword.

In an instant, the entire forest echoed with the howling of the Qingming Sword, like the roar of the wind, or the scream of a beast. It "struggled" in Duan Zhou's palm, constantly absorbing Duan Zhou's warm and bright red blood, Bai Qiuling With a tight heart, he jumped up from the spot and rushed towards Duanzhou.

——There was only one thought in his mind, to "rescue" Qing Mingjian from Duan Zhou who had become a demon.

"Bai Qiuling!"

Tang Yun was a step too late, with his back turned to him, he failed to stop the person immediately, when he let out an exclamation and wanted to move forward lightly, Bai Qiuling had already cut a hole in his palm with a horizontal sword, and raised his hand without hesitation Holding the Qingming Sword.

In an instant, Bai Qiuling felt the cold air of the Qingshuang Sword wandering around him, and then another scorching breath came from his palm, meeting the cold air in his body, relieving his original normal internal breath. Tear little by little.

"Even she, who was born extremely cold, can't do anything about it. Do you think you can do it? You can't do it!" Duan Zhou finally said the first sentence since he appeared, and at the same time he put Qing Ming The sword retreated quickly, and the wound on Bai Qiuling's palm suddenly deepened and lengthened, the bone-piercing pain almost swallowed his will, he grunted in pain, his entire arm was dominated by the pain, and he raised it high with inertia It fell heavily to the side again.

Tang Yun had already plundered to his side, and his tone was somewhat reproachful and anxious, and said: "You are really good at grabbing a sword with bare hands!"

"If this goes on like this, the Qing Ming Sword will be destroyed!...No way!" The three different inner breaths in Bai Qiuling's body kept colliding, as if they were fused and then split, or they seemed to be drawn from his body. The skin was peeled off, his eyes were still fixed on the trembling Qingming sword, and he pushed Tang Yun away as soon as he raised his hand, leaving bright red blood stains on his clothes, holding his breath and pounced on Duan again. continent.

This time, the Qingming sword must be taken, otherwise the peerless famous sword will be destroyed once, and he must be taught to regret for life.

He walked forward regardless, clenched his fists and the wound was a little numb, and dragged the Qingshuang sword to leave a white mark on the ground - that was the coldness of the Qingshuang sword, but wherever it passed, the plants seemed to have been frosted The same, spread a piece of uneven white.

Tang Yun asked behind him: "Are you going to use your life to protect a sword?"

Bai Qiuling finally stopped, his clenched fist was still dripping blood, and the Qingshuang Sword faintly began to vibrate.He nodded slightly, turned to see the frost on the body of the sword, and smiled again: "Is the reward of one thousand taels mentioned by the pavilion master still countable for taking the head of Duanzhou Xiang?"

"Of course it counts—but you can't." Tang Yun said.

Bai Qiuling immediately asked back: "Why?"

"Because I said, how can I bother you to pick up the gift I want to give?"

Before Tang Yun finished speaking, the smile on the corner of his lips subsided along with the movements of his hands - he dodged to Bai Qiuling's side, grabbed the Qingshuang Sword from his hand and rushed towards Duanzhou instead.

Duan Zhou immediately leaned back and lifted his sword to block Tang Yun's slashed sword, his face darkened and he held his breath to fight back. The two swords collided violently again, sparks burst out, and each one burned in Bai Qiuling's eyes, and burned into his heart again. , Burning a heart in the chest to a raging fire.

Tang Yun's every move seemed so unnatural, yet convincing.He never used a sword, but at this time he used a Qingshuang sword that was difficult to control and control to push Duan Zhou back. I opened my own acupuncture point to relieve one or two.

Tang Yun should also know that only the Qingshuang Sword can restrain the Qingming Sword. His inner strength is deeper than that of Bai Qiuling, even above Duan Zhou. Even if he slashes wildly with his sword, the terrifying killing intent and sword energy are enough for Duan Zhou Cope with it for a while.

After dozens or hundreds of moves, because Qingming Sword needed to absorb Duan Zhou's blood, he gradually showed fatigue.Tang Yun saw the timing and slashed down with his sword, leaving a long wound from his left shoulder to his waist.

Duan Zhou backed up again and again with a scream, Tang Yun continued to approach him with his sword in hand, he turned to run away when he saw something bad was going on, but was hit hard on the back by Haoyue's palm, a mouthful of blood spurted out, almost spitting out his lungs .

"Why do you think I went to such lengths to offer so much money to kill you?" Tang Yun smiled cruelly, and finally stood still in front of Duan Zhou with the Qingshuang sword in his hand.

His arms were already entwined by the cold air of the Cyan Frost Sword. At this time, the white cloth was covered with a thick layer of frost, but he didn't seem to be able to feel the biting cold, and there was still a smile on his face.

"do not know?"

Duan Zhou couldn't open his mouth, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, Qing Mingjian seemed to have already "fed and drank enough", or had already felt Duan Zhou's death in advance, and had already calmed down.

Tang Yun shook his head, and said: "If you want to kill you, then you will. If you think about it carefully, you don't need any reason."

He has always been reluctant to see that his body was stained with unclean blood, but now he looked down at the blood stains on Bai Qiuling's body in front of him, and his smile became brighter, "Forging the Qingming Sword, your life is not in vain." ——

"However, you absolutely shouldn't, let him die for this sword."