The string sword of Linghu Ziqin is four feet long, but it is only as thin as Qingqing's little finger, and the tip is as sharp as autumn frost. This slender jade-cut string usually plays like an ordinary soft string.

It is entangled with others, but only in the hands of Ziqin can it be invincible, cutting iron like mud.

In the world today, there are not many masters who dare to take the initiative to challenge Zi Qin, so Zi Qin rarely uses this string sword.

From a distance, he saw someone stop behind Wen Xian. Only Master Wen untied the strings of the zither alone and walked towards the other side of the pond. Ziqin smiled coldly: "Qin is here only to find an antidote and not to hurt innocent people."

"That's it." Wen Xian shrugged, "Only Mr. Ruo holds the antidote. Master Qin, please don't misunderstand me."

Ziqin's face did not change color, and the tip of the sword hung slightly to the ground, picking up a withered yellow leaf. The wind blew up the light and shadow, and the head of the stringed sword was violently thrown back. The dead leaf that should have broken under the force was not damaged, but it was strong.

The ground was as sharp as stone and made a loud noise in the air. With a "swipe" sound, the Yin-Yang Sword was unsheathed. Ruodong behind Ziqin stepped on the grass without leaving a trace. He suddenly drew out his sword and chopped the dead leaves into pieces.

Looking into the field, the young man in white behind Wen Xian seemed to have no intention of taking action, but Xizheng and Ruodong came one behind the other, and immediately surrounded Ziqin in the center. Rather than grabbing the antidote directly, Ziqin still preferred "

"Capture the thief first, capture the king" strategy. So after thinking for a moment, he raised his sword and ran toward Wen Xian in front of him.

Wen Xian's five fingers were spread out like lotuses in summer, and the cool breeze was blowing at the point of release, as if there were still tender lotuses waiting to bloom in the summer that was coming to an end. Seeing the zheng strings passing softly and harmlessly in front of him, Zi Qin's fingers pushed his wrist and made a move "

Hidden in the mountains", letting the sword body and the soft string collide with each other.

The soft zither strings were like cloud belts, gently and deftly wrapped around the body of the xian sword. Unexpectedly, just as Wen Xian exerted force, Ziqin stepped back, and the silk and fine steel were rubbing against each other, and a scream cut through the air.

, only half of Wen Xian's broken string was seen, broken inside and outside, hanging weakly on the ground with his head lowered.

Behind him, Mr. Ruo had already arrived, and the Yin Yang Sword slid towards Zi Qin's shoulder.

Ziqin stepped aside, but did not dodge. He hit the yin-yang sword with the hilt of the sword with his backhand, which Ruo Dong couldn't retract in time. Ruo Dong lucked into his Dantian, whispered softly, and withdrew the sword for a moment, then flicked Ziqin's string sword back.

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This is the moment!

Ruo Dong realized that something was wrong and it was too late. He wanted to catch up with his sword again, but he saw Ziqin's flash, and with the help of Mr. Ruo's blow, he jumped back in front of Wen Xian and stabbed him straight.

Wen Xian is indeed known as the "West Lake Zheng". He stood quietly before flying his sword, exerted all his strength on his wrist, flicked the long string, and the broken half of the string was picked back by his strength. It was with this strength.

After struggling to absorb half of the string, Master Wen's right shoulder sank. The long string danced in the "Water Lotus Formation" towards the string sword, coiled in his hand in mid-air, and clashed with Ziqin's horizontal sword.

Ziqin ignored the strong wind under his feet and saw Wen Xian forcefully swinging the weak Zheng string. He sneered silently in his heart and stabbed it across the sword head. The Qin string and the Zheng string collided firmly in the air, hanging on each other for a moment, like a pond thousands of feet away.

Even the high waves cannot move it.

After half a stick of incense was passed, Wen Xian gritted his teeth and his face gradually turned red. Realizing that Master Wen's soft string was already trembling slightly, Zi Qin suddenly flicked his wrist, causing the string sword to rise up against the zither like a crescent moon.

The ring seemed to be ringing, and several zither strings fell apart in the air, and fell to the ground with a "ding-dong-dang" sound.

Wen Xian immediately covered his heart, but still couldn't hold it back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Seeing that the leader was injured, Ruo Dong no longer hesitated. He stepped forward with "Winter Warm" and turned his sword to "Xia Han", and then struck Zi Qin's heart. Seeing that the Yin Yang Sword was coming so fast, Zi Qin secretly praised this person in his heart.

The "Tianwen Swordsman" who was the leader of the "Three-Day Guest" turned the sharp string in his hand lightly, and with the tip of the sword, the two swords immediately intersected. Ruo Dong only felt a majestic force coming from the sword head.

The ground was pushed away, like the tide of a river, and was violently pushed away by the "tang water".

Nan Jiayou had been standing not far from the Xuantan, silently watching the three people take action. Before dusk to sunset, Master Wen had broken his string and vomited blood. Only the burly Mr. Ruo Dong in black robe was still struggling to hold on.

.When I was practicing martial arts in Sui Qiong Lin, I mostly listened to books and heard it, but I had never seen with my own eyes the "mountain and flowing water" power of Dongshan Qin.

A few moments passed, and "Water Lotus" and "Tianwen" were both far outnumbered.

Jiayou was in a trance when he suddenly felt dizzy, as if there was a faint thunder in the distance, letting the power of heaven spread to the earth. On the side of Xuantan, another person came walking on the leaves: "Master Qin invited me in the letter, how can I return the invitation?"

Are there other guests?"

Jiayou hurriedly turned around, and sure enough, it was his father who was slowly coming from the side of the pond with his hands on his back. Mr. Ruodong landed silently before. Now, when Master Nan came, he stepped hard on the ground, leaving a deep trace on the distant stone road.

A string of footprints. Nan Xiao glanced at Jiayou and didn't ask any more questions. She just curled her lips and said, "Are we all your guests?"

Ziqin saw from afar that the person coming from Nanxiao was not good, so he slowly stopped his hand.

"Nanlin Xuantan is the master of the Xiao Sect. How come the master is humble enough to come here as a guest?" Ziqin wiped the blood on the string sword with the lapel of his clothes, "It's just that the master and the guest came unluckily, and they bumped into each other today."

Nan Xiao snorted and said, "Okay, then let's go first, then first."

As soon as he turned around, Ziqin's green robe was fluttered by the water breeze, and his fair skin and black hair shone in the sunset: "Mr. Ruo handed over the antidote, and Li Rongshan and Mi Yu Tianke will understand a grudge first."

Ruo Dong sneered under the black robe and said: "Master Qin has the ability to cure himself from poisoning, but he also cares about Mi Yu's antidote?"

"Sir refuses to pay?"

"It's not Dong who refuses." Ruo Dong turned his face to the side and said, "I have no choice but to fear that the master's piano skills are arrogant, so I don't dare to make friends with him."

Hearing Ruo Dong mentioning old things, Ziqin's fingertips couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Mr. Tianke didn't see the contract, don't blame Xianqin for not recognizing you!"

A rain of dead leaves roared from the forest, and the wind surged up, carrying the surging river water, and forming a wave-like vortex at the edge of Xuantan. Linghu Ziqin, who was in the center of the vortex, closed her eyes and let the single string in her hand travel thousands of miles.

There was a flying roar in the sky. Ruo Dong had just fought hard and his hands and feet were weak. Unexpectedly, he had no way out at this moment, so he had to raise his sword and come roaring.

When it comes to swordsmanship alone, this is the specialty of "Miyu Tianke" like Ruo Dong. Unfortunately, Ziqin uses a string as a sword. Every time the two swords intersect, there are lingering sounds escaping from the string and floating on the pond.

The roar echoed, shocking everyone and making their hearts pound.

As time went by, not only did her wrists become tired, Ruo Dong even felt numb and dizzy in her head, and if she didn't stop, she would almost faint. Zi Qin kept accumulating energy from the sound of the piano, following her fingertips with her heart, chasing the victory step by step.

"Ting——" This is Qian Gong tune, and the melody fills the air.

Ziqin, who was slightly disturbed by the sudden noise, obviously beat the music slowly and without thinking, he saw Ruodong sword making a false move, and the light and shadow flickered towards the center of his eyebrows.

"Didong——" Shang Lian turned to Zheng and quietly joined the battle.

Wen Xian, who was sitting idle on the side, continued to follow the tune of "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand" in his memory, and from time to time he struck a few discordant single notes on the broken strings of the zither. Seeing that Ziqin's hand was indeed deflected, Ruo Dong immediately understood it. , style killing moves, one sword tip and one point, all aimed at Linghu Ziqin's vital parts.

It seemed like a one-on-one competition, but another person was inadvertently added to the mix.

Using dissonant sounds to disrupt the tune of the music, how to break this deadlock?

It is no secret that the techniques have been passed down for hundreds of years, and the famous songs of various sects are no longer secret. Wen Xian is obviously very familiar with the tune of "Pingsha Luoyan", so he can prepare every move of Ziqin to create for Ruo Dong. An endless supply of opportunities.

In other words, the song never ends and the situation remains unclear.

The stalemate lasted for half a month, when Nan Xiao looked around and saw that there was no one around except for the battlefield, not to mention that Xizheng had already made a move blatantly. When he thought about it, he didn't have to worry about the trivial matters of reputation in the world. So he quietly raised his hand in the palm of his hand. , placed across the mouth, and began to play silently in harmony with Wen Xian.

The situation of the war suddenly reversed.

Ziqin protected his front of mind, like a goose hiding in the sand, protecting his front of mind, frowning and thinking. He heard the wind turn, and the Yin and Yang sword picked up the fallen leaves on the ground, and flew towards Ziqin like a storm. Only Ziqin could be seen. The Qinyan Formation was calm, and the pale yellow string sword danced out of the afterglow of the full moon. It knocked off one of the eyebrows and struck hard, and another blade rubbed the end of the eyebrows, across the cheek, and silently flew into the pool.

Pool?

Hearing the dead leaves falling into the pool like pieces of snow, Ziqin smiled slightly and turned the tip of the sword. It did not block the Yin Yang Sword, but directly pointed it towards Ruo Dong's wrist. The slender and sharp string sword hung on Ruo Donghei On the robe, following Ruo Dong's sword-drawing hand, there was a long bloody gash.

Before the Yin Yang Sword could return the attack, Zi Qin used another move of "Hidden Mountain". Ruo Dong felt his wrist go numb, and finally couldn't help but let go of the Yin Yang Sword, and it fell into Zi Qin's hands.

Ziqin held both swords in her hands, and a mysterious smile flashed across her clear white skin: "Is it still a good deal to exchange swords for medicine?"

"The antidote to 'Biting Poison' was handed down exclusively by my ancestor, how can I let it be given to others so easily!"

Hearing the sword head of Yin and Yang slam hard to the ground, Ziqin's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "The poison of 'Biting Poison' was also passed down by Tianke, but can it harm the children of Linghu on Lirong Mountain?" After that, he raised his sword. Up, the half-black and half-white Yin-Yang sword made a staggered curve of light and dark in the air, and fell straight into the Xuantan water.

I saw Ruo Dong's flying shadow flashing past, rushing out sideways, and arriving at the edge of the pool in a few steps. The Yin Yang Sword was already swinging straight towards the center of the pool. On the sparkling water, Ruo Dong seemed to be possessed by a demon, black and white. The robe was walking across the water, crossing the surface of the pool without leaving any footprints, and before looking at it, it had "floated" under the Yin Yang Sword.

Ruo Dong turned around and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword in the air. A black shadow spun around. Nan Xiao couldn't help but cursed: "What a Linghu white-skinned ghost, using such a dirty trick!"

"Master Nan, thank you." Zi Qin stepped closer, "Savages from Lirong Mountain never dare to ask for a reputation for being noble and upright." He saw the vast expanse of pond water as far as the eye can see. Zi Qin walked step by step without touching the water. Yan Fei accidentally saw the cold green robe floating on the water. When Ruo Dong saw Zi Qin Shuang walking slowly as if she was covered with snow, she couldn't help but wipe the remaining blood from the corner of her mouth. The familiar "warm in winter and cold in summer" lay in front of her.

Wen Xian sat aside and looked at Nan Xiao: I am afraid that the secret of Nanlin Xuantan cannot be hidden for the time being.

Under the surface of the seemingly invisible pool, hidden lines are criss-crossing the water.

The hidden thread is soft when embroidered, but sharp when chopping. The thread is still and the water moves, which is the so-called "mystery" of the mysterious pool. Stepping on the hidden thread is not only a hidden bridge with majestic undercurrents, but it can also become a hidden knife that cuts the flesh. Therefore,

There is no lurking fish in Xuantan for a hundred steps, and no flying spirit for thousands of miles. They are all hidden weapons frightened by the sparkling light, leaving only the dull autumn leaves.

In order to save his beloved sword, Ruo Dong ventured into the hidden line array of Xuantan. Unexpectedly, Linghu Ziqin also followed closely step by step. The surface of the pool gradually darkened, leaving only a few green and black dots of light, still flickering on the water.

The second master of Zheng and Xiao didn't seem to have any intention of entering the water to help, so Ziqin turned around, stood still and said: "The water in the pool has its own sound, and your master's broken string cannot save you."

"Hahahaha!" Ruo Dong suddenly raised his head to the sky and started laughing, "Master Qin, stop talking nonsense, and kill him more swiftly!"

"Mr. Ruo, are you serious about not giving it?"

"Dong has not met an opponent in thirty years, but today he died at the hands of you, a white-skinned ghost!"

Ziqin's jade eyes flashed with fierce light, she turned around and held her sword, the tip of the sword facing forward.

It can be said that Mr. Ruo Dong Ruo is indeed the best among the West Lake Tianke. In today's world, there are only four people who can be called "sir", and among the four, Mi Yu Xihu is the only three. Ruo Dong

As the head of these three people, Linghu Ziqin, who lives in seclusion in the mountains, has no idea how much admiration and praise he has received.

At this moment, Mr. Ruo is doing everything he has learned in his life to make a last-ditch effort towards the master of Dongshan Qin.

Ruo Dong screamed loudly, piercing the boundless night sky with a loud voice. The Yin Yang Sword absorbed enough spiritual energy from the human body, and when he asked "Sun and Moon", it rolled up a huge wave in the deep water and rushed towards Zi Qin. Zi Qin jumped up and said, "The wild geese rise."

"Leave a voice" and beheaded towards the brilliance of the sun and moon.

The Yin Yang Sword turned around, asked "Ming Yu", and then moved forward towards Zi Qin's sword. He saw the string sword rising from the bottom up, resisting Ruo Dong's pressure like a heavy rain, and the long pointed sword head was already touching Ruo Dong.

Winter throat.

Ziqin asked Shen Shen: "How?"

Ruo Dong did not answer, slowly lowered his hand, and finally withdrew the sword and turned around. However, there was a flash of mysterious light, and the black sword edge was wiped towards his neck. Zi Qin expected that he would not let go until death, so he slowly drew "Tang Liu Shui"
To be continued...