Chapter 56 The Battle of Two Women

The girl in red - Dongfang's careful face was a little solemn. She asked, "This is one of the four famous swords of the Xuanhuang Dynasty, a famous sword from the sword master Ou Yezi?"

Murong Ruxue smiled and said, "The owner has good eyesight. The name of this sword is Qiu Shui. Be careful."

Dong carefully recovered his smile and said, "The sword is alive. Only when the martial arts of the person who uses the sword arrive can the power of the sword be exerted."

Murong Ruxue didn't smile and said, "I'm not using a sword. The life of the sword is my life..."

The smile on Dongfang's careful face convered, and for the first time there was real solemnity.

A green jade flute appeared in the careful hands of the East. The red and green jade flute, with a bright contrast in color, made the jade man floating in the cold wind like a fairy down to earth, which was very eye-catching. Both the people in the several martial arts institutes on the high platform and the countless spectators under the stage gave a sigh of praise.

"My green jade flute is made from the thousand-year-old green jade bamboo in Zhongnan Mountain, and has been grinded by Qin Se, a master of the previous generation of musical instruments, and can seize the world... It has never been launched... The crowd exclaimed. At this time, the Holy Emperor's special envoy on the stand paused and made an inaudible sound. It turned out that the jade flute was in the girl's hand. No wonder...

"Please enjoy a song of Qingping music..." Dongfang smiled carefully.

The woman in red gently stained the green jade flute on her red lips, and a sobbing sound sounded in the air. People suddenly felt attracted by the rhythm of the jade flute. The scenery in front of the weak man was unexpectedly changed. A few plum blossoms bloomed in the snowflakes in the sky. The vast white snow covered the frozen earth, giving people an indescribable sadness and indifference, but how could these match the loneliness and resentment in his heart? With a sigh, I didn't know that my temples had been changed over the years. Huabai and snow, youth has passed away, and I have tasted the coldness and warmth of life, but now I am on the horizon. How can I not let people break my heart and wet my green shirt...

"This is my life. How can I sigh?" With a delicate scolding, a cold light lit up, like a glimpse of Jinghong shining in the water and went straight to the throat of the woman in red. The sound of the jade flute stopped abruptly. In the cold light, the red and white were intertwined like a fairy flying in the sky.

The delicate laughter sounded, and only one word came: "Okay!"

The sound of the flute stopped, and everyone woke up. When they looked at it again, they were already crying on their fronts, and they couldn't help taking a cold breath. What a powerful sound. Everyone has their own sorrows, so the vision in front of each person is different. Because Oriental Care does not regard others as a target, otherwise it will be more harmful, and serious cases may always be immersed in dreams and will not wake up.

"You also eat my sword, and the green willow shines on the water."

The cold light hit, the sword body trembled, and suddenly returned to cut the careful feet of the east, which was actually used as a knife by Murong Ruxue. The angle of the sword is extremely tricky, and the soft and trembling of the sword leaves is like a willow dancing lightly in the water. The careful red figure of the East has risen in the air, just like a rainbow. Murong Ruxue chased the autumn water, and a little cold light turned into ten thousand flying flies, just like tens of millions of fallen leaves falling in the autumn wind.

Master Baiyun sighed, "Good swordsmanship!"

Duanmu Chui's expression was a little solemn and said, "This is the world's famous Qingcheng swordsmanship. Because of the time and hieroglyphs, this girl has begun to peep into the door of the sword world."

While talking, the two people on the field have exchanged dozens of moves like lightning, and each move is wonderful to the top. The people who watched were overwhelmed and forgot to shout hello when they grew up. For a moment, the crowd rushed this way.

Although the battle between Baiyunwuyuan and Xilingwuyuan is also in full swing, few people have seen it. Han Feng was not in the mood to watch other martial arts competition. His heart was attracted by the fight between the two people on the field, and his expression changed with the situation of the martial arts competition.

"Dragon Xiaofa."

With a delicate cry from the scene, I saw the move of Dongfang's careful hand change, and he no longer blindly avoided it. A green brilliance runs through the field, and the jade flute in the Oriental carefully hand has turned into a green dragon rising in the air. The power in the air suddenly rushed to the green jade flute. A strange roar sounded in the air. The roar was breathtaking, like a dragon singing a phoenix. Xi Zhong's face was solemn and said secretly in his heart. It seemed that this time Ruxue met a strong enemy, and the green jade flute seemed to have the effect of absorbing the power of heaven and earth for herself. The green jade flute rushed to Murong Ruxue like a roaring blue dragon, and the Yuanli hurricane drove people back one after another.

Murong Ruxue's eyes surged with a cold light, and the autumn water was already in his right hand. Somehow, the man's face appeared in front of him. Since Han Feng disappeared, there has never been a smile on her beautiful face. What the disciples of Qingcheng see every day is the image of a woman who is practicing hard. Every night, she puts Qiu Shui under her head to sleep. Qiu Shui has become a part of her body. At this time, she seems to feel the rhythm of life of Qiu Shui. Murong Ruxue muttered, "Qiu Shui, my life, show your real power."

A muffled thunder came, and the current in the air was winding like a small snake.

"Xuanbing Jianhan."

With a delicate scolding, the power in the air began to change, and the cold air came to his face. The weak man couldn't help shivering. The seductive Lion Mountain has entered late winter in a blink of an eye. The green water, green mountains and yellow flowers in people's eyes have turned into yellow leaves and withered butterflies through the sword of autumn water.

"It's snowing!" Someone shouted in surprise. The Yuanli in the air turned into white ice crystals in the circle around Murong Ruxue, flying in the air, just like snow. At this time, a man in white sitting on a boulder a few miles away from the high platform suddenly opened his eyes, and a surprise flashed in his eyes. If Han Feng were here, he would definitely recognize that the man in white as snow was Liu Baiyi. Liu Baiyi, a white-dressed killer famous for his sword.

The green dragon came forward with a rolling torrent of power, hitting the snowflakes all over the sky.

"Rumble"

The dull sound is like thunder. The flying sand and stones in the sky announced that the collision was so earth-shaking. When the dust fell, the two women had been separated ten feet apart. The hair is messy and looks a little embarrassed. However, no one dares to laugh this time. The fierce fight just now has made people put away any playfulness, and their eyes are full of deep awe.

......

Confrontation.

Silence.

The girl in red, Dongfang, laughed carefully first. For a moment, people seemed to leave from autumn in the spring when the flowers were blooming.

"Miss Murong, if I can't beat you, how about we draw?"

Murong Ruxue also laughed, and people seemed to have entered the pleasant autumn from the blooming spring.

"The martial arts skills of the Oriental Lord are peerless. I agree with your proposal, but you have to tell me what you started to say."

Dongfang smiled cautiously and said, "Okay, I can tell you, but you have to promise me a condition."

"What conditions?"

"When you see that shameless man, you have to slap me hard." What a strange condition, Murong Ruxue actually agreed.

Dongfang said carefully and cheerfully, "Okay, I'll tell you after the comparison."

Shouting and turning around, the two beautiful girls returned to the camp of this martial arts court. People can't help admiring that these two intelligent women look fierce, but they don't fight for their lives. Han Feng also breathed a sigh of relief in the bottom of his heart.

At this time, the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy and Xiling Martial Arts Academy also won or lost. Prince Nangong defeated the Zen master of Baiyun Martial Arts Academy in ten moves. It seems that Baiyun Wuyuan has already calculated such an ending and happily accepted it. Turning into the next game, there was a roar of matches from time to time.

Yan Wu was injured and walked into the field. This time, Shenlong Martial Arts Academy was played by a dark-faced man. Although the big man has no characteristics, the momentum revealed on his body makes no one dare to ignore it. The thick body is not tall, but it feels like a hill standing there. Exchange names, and the big man's name is Li Hu. A name appeared in Yan Wushen's heart and asked, "Is it the magic tiger of the Dragon Martial Arts Academy?" The big man laughed and laughed like gold and iron...

The laughter stopped, and the big man said coldly, "The good luck of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy is over." As he spoke, a black iron bar was already in his hand, and a fierce and domineering came to his face. Yan Wuseng sneered and said, "Yan Wuseng will accompany you to the end." A mouthful of Qinggang sword has been held in his hand. Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy is outstanding in swordsmanship. Although his Qinggang sword is not as good as Murong Ruxue's autumn water, it is also created by contemporary celebrities. It looks shining and extraordinary.

"Shake the Skystone."

With a roar, the fierce tiger's black iron bar hugged its head with the momentum of Mount Tai, and the strong wind whined. Yan Wu's sword walked lightly and took out his hand. A cold light shot straight at the other party's Quchi cave, which was the only way to attack the enemy. Li Hu was very knowledgeable, and his moves were useless. He turned his hand, and the black iron bar had flashed black light to his unharmed waist.

For a while, the two sides made their own strange moves and took their own key points. One was light and the other was heavy. The battle became a group, and no one could prevail.

"Crazy stick method."

A fierce roar from the air, the fierce tiger was like crazy, suddenly attacking, and the black stick passed by, and the strong wind was like a tiger roaring. For a while, Yan Wu was forced to take more than a dozen steps back. However, after all, he is the eldest brother of Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy and tries his best to stabilize his body. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Only your madness, don't I have it in Qingcheng?"

"Magic Swordsmanship."

He actually used a set of strange swordsmanship. Every sword crossed in the air and came out of a strange arc, always inserting a needle in the gap between the stick, like long eyes. There was no fluctuation in the power of the sword, as if there was no force.

The tiger's stick method is like the sea, surging up like a mountain's stick shadow, and the harmless Qinggang sword is like a boat in the sea, always drifting with the tide, but never sinking.