On the roof of a building not far from the battlefield, a handsome man dressed in a white gown and covered with black gauze was alone with a blue oil-paper umbrella, and his eyes were staring at the battlefield …

Chapter 33 Say the middleman
"Is this a master?" Si Nian looked at the field alone with an umbrella and a pale eyebrow. At this moment, his mind was still focused on Qing Feng’s sword twice. Maybe the blood front didn’t see Xiaoyao, but Si Nian saw Qing Feng’s sword. It was not as fast as a sword, but it was true that he waved a sword and flashed twelve swords. And his second sword was only swung when the blood front was about to stab his throat …
The battlefield is a mess, screaming and screaming mixed in the shower …
"Hum interesting" Qin solitary month side eye cast a glance Sinian’s roof.
"Hey, I don’t know anything about swords, but I feel that he is very good." The little beggar also laughed in surprise.
"His murderous look is very heavy. I didn’t expect that besides you and me, there will be people who touch’ Kendo’." Qingfeng is still very indifferent, but it can’t hide his heart’s surprise and joy when he meets a master of the same level. Often, the master cherishes not his relatives but an opponent worthy of his sword …
"He’s not yet stable in kendo, and he’s still exploring the edge, isn’t he?" said the little beggar, holding the gills to help him.
"Kendo represents pride, nobility, loneliness and death … Now I have entered the silent sword representing’ loneliness’. You represent’ pride’ Wang Jian and he should represent’ death’ to kill the sword, so now the sword representing’ nobility’ has not appeared." Qin Gu Yue said to Qingfeng lightly.
Qingfeng also raised eyebrows and stared at the distant Si Nian "Kendo finally has two people who can make me really look at each other …"
"Do you think he will intervene?" Qin solitary month light said
Don’t wait for Qingfeng’s reply, the little beggar took the lead in taking the words "Hey, hey, let’s call flowers begging to talk about’ everything goes with fate’ …"
Qingfeng’s mouth is slightly pulled, seemingly smiling, but even more indifferent. "It seems that this is the mantra of the monk who robbed the sad monk when he should speak?"
"Wrong is wrong, and the monk’s mantra is only the word’ sad’. How can your benefactors fight here to make their blood become a river?" Suddenly a figure floated in from behind everyone, and one person set foot on the ground and folded his hands and sighed sadly.
Seeing the newcomer turned out to be a monk in a patched gray robe with big ears and a round head that was unusually bright in the night.
Qin Gu Yue saw this person sink. "Sad monk, this is not your dedicated city. You’d better leave early or I’ll send you to see your Buddha."
"It’s really sad for the monk to talk like this from the benefactor of Qin. The Buddha’s mercy has calculated that there is a lot of lotus flower here, which means that the monk is ordered to come here to witness the killing and abuse of the world. The monk’s sadness at blood is grief and grief."
"Smelly monk, you want to die!" The sad monk in the lonely moon of Qin seems to have a great hatred. He jumped over several people and waved his sword to meet the monk.
"Ah, it’s sad that Amitabha Qin Shi mainly kills monks …"
Si Nian looked at the two men fighting, and suddenly a beautiful figure appeared in his eyes, but at the moment she was extremely embarrassed.
I want to talk with my eyes firmly fixed on the front, and my hands danced the Tianshan Mountains beautifully, but I also blocked the two Wudang brothers in front to cooperate with Wudang’s two swords. Wudang’s two swords merged again. After the gathering, my strength soared, and my desire for words was already exhausted. Faced with this firm shock wave, he had to forcibly resist and quickly retreat back. "Boom!" The shock wave hit the front of the desire language, and the bluestone paved the street. The bluestone suddenly blew up, and the gravel was mixed with gas, so that the desire language arm protected its eyes and throat and flew back. "Hey!" Two Wudang brothers drink two swords at the same time, which seems to be a combination of two and one. With a white light, they stab at the atrium of desire language. Looking at the rapid stab of a sword, she has tried to stop her eyes from closing and waiting for rebirth …
It seems that after a long time, she didn’t feel the pain of being pierced, and at this time, she felt that it seemed that the rain had stopped and there was no rain floating on her wet hair. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were slightly open. It turned out to be a slender figure in front of him. The owner of the figure covered her head with an umbrella, and he was already soaked. wu-tang clan’s eyes were shocked and surprised, and the man suddenly became afraid that his sword was caught by his right index finger and middle finger, but they didn’t want to give up. They didn’t want to lose this sword-Zhenwu sword.
"Since all have fear but don’t escape? Would you rather lose your life than your sword? "
"click!" Two swords were interrupted by Si Nian’s fingers and then drawn into the sheath. It took only one breath to draw the sword, kill people and collect the sword. Three moves and a sword light slipped from two people’s waist after the eternal sword was sheathed …
"Don’t throw things away and lose your life …" This is the last pale sound they heard before rebirth …
"Thank you …" The desire language thanked the man who saved his life in front of him.
The light voice of "this is for you" rings in her ears as the man turns around.
"It’s you! Sinian! " Exhausted by desire, her body seemed to have joined the blood, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"It’s me" Si Nian nodded faintly, but it made the desire language feel unusually cold.
The desire for language dropped in the indifference of Si Nian. She wondered and asked, "What do you want to pay me back? You don’t owe me anything. "
Si Nian shook his head. "I owe you a greeting."
Then he smiled faintly. "What’s your name?"
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The sudden feeling of collapse and exhaustion made her unable to support it any longer, but now she is really happy and inexplicably happy. "My name is Desire …"
"shua shua!" Suddenly, when I was dizzy, several broadswords chopped at Si Nian, "Boom!" Si Nian’s left hand throws some oil-paper umbrella to hold his charming body. A white light suddenly flashes, and several people who attacked him are shot out. Several people fall to the ground, and their feet are stiff and stretched out, and they are dead. A week later, they want to sneak attack Si Nian again, and they quickly stop the sneak attack.
Si Nian was about to hold the desire language and walked to the off-site suddenly, a drop of blood bead splashed head-on. "Boh" Si Nian’s right hand gently lifted the blood bead and stopped at the palm of his hand. The blood bead didn’t scatter like a bloody pearl. "It’s so tempting to smell blood …" Si Nian stopped just now and wanted to take the desire language out of the battlefield to rest. His left hand hugged the desire language and his right hand slowly pulled out the long sword scabbard from his back, which made Qingfeng and others clearly hear in the distance.
"whoosh!" "ah! Ah! Ah! ….. "Black and white light is now a scream. Sinian theory is that the party kills everyone …
"It’s as small as crazy!" The little beggar couldn’t help cursing when he saw Sinian’s differential attack in the field.
"You look at the two of them. I’ll try his strength by blocking him …" Qingfeng’s eyes flashed a little excitement and jumped behind Sinian with a wink.
"It’s interesting that this is the obsession with killing blood." The little beggar smiled at Qin Gu Yue and the sad monk.
Looking at a cold breath, Qingfeng stopped his sword in his hand. "I didn’t expect to bring you here. I have seen you once."
Qing Fengdao "I haven’t seen you"
Si Nian chuckled, "I didn’t deserve you to look at it at that time."
Qingfeng is still indifferent. "Now you are qualified to let me draw my sword."
Si Nian said, "Although I am no match for you, you can’t kill me."
Qing Fengdao: "Are you confident in your flying skills?"
Si nian is not modest "yes"
Qing Feng sank his eyes thoughtfully and finally looked up at Si Nian. "I’m not sure to kill you."
Si Nian God stared at Qing Feng’s waist sword. "So why draw the sword?"
Qing Fengdao "Because you are making trouble"
Si Nian laughed and threw his sword back into the sheath.
Qing Feng asked, "Don’t kill?"
Si Nian nodded "I’m afraid of death"
Qing Feng said, "I don’t want you to die so easily." "Hey!" The sword came out with a cold sword light and rushed to Si Nian. "Dang!" Si Nian’s right index finger flicked the sword and picked up the desire language. He jumped up a few points and went out to the outer circle of the battlefield. Looking back, he smiled, and his delicate face smiled lightly. After sweeping Qingfeng, Qin Gu Yue, the sad monk and the little beggar, he drifted away and disappeared in the evening rain …
Chapter 34 The Real Gap
Sleeping in bed, whispering a charming pink face, smiling sweetly, remembering some memories …
Si nian held his fist tightly in his left hand at dusk and sunset, and his eyes were cold, staring at the distance, and his face was murderous.
An hour ago …
A blue robe floated like a cloud, and Si Nian was indifferent from self-study, pushing the door open and jumping on the roof of the inn.
Qingfeng coldly stared at Si Nian’s white face and was angry at all. "Come with me" was a command tone, just like his kendo. Wang Jian Si Nian’s eyebrows were fiercely low, and after a little consideration, he followed like a cool breeze and galloped away to the backer.
The stream is surrounded by trees, cool mountains, cool winds, and people’s faces. The cold breeze slides on the stream, and a water mark is scattered like a sword. Point it on the stream, turn around and stand on your back. Si Nian follows the stream, tap his right foot and toes, gently stroke his left foot, and make a huge ripple wave far, far away …
Both of them have a slight indifference to each other’s eyes and arrogant eyes. "How sure do you think you are to win if you fight me?"
Si Nian had known that Qingfeng would ask this question and lightly replied "one point"
Qing Fengdao "So how sure do you think you are to escape?"
Si nian instantly chuckled "ten points"