?? "Yun, you can't deceive me. You can't forget Nishang in your heart, otherwise you won't come, right? Yun, I beg you. For Nishang, you will let Xiao Yihang go once, okay?" Meng Liuli couldn't help but shed tears.

"Sister Liuli, you understand my thoughts. What I can't forget in my heart is the dead little shadow that has long been dead, and the Sister Liuli who saved me to Yunmengju. In the past, I could only look up to Sister Liuli, but that was a fairy in the heavens. I could only look up to Sister Liuli, so I married Nishang not only because I hurt her, but also because I could see Sister Liuli from her. I really like Sister Liuli, but I can't be sorry to Nishang, but Nishang now has a choice and I have nothing to do with her."

"Is it okay? Isn't it really not? If you kill Xiao Yihang, you will destroy Nishang's happiness. Nishang's future. I, Meng Liuli, swear to be your enemy to death. You have thought about it. When you and I meet again in the future, we will meet you and die."

"Sister Liuli, I know what you think. You can sacrifice everything for Nishang. I can feel your love for Nishang, but I am selfish. Xiao Yihang has threatened my life safety. I can't keep him. Since that's the case, Sister Liuli, your sword has been unsheathed, why bother to say more?"

Xiao Yun looked at Meng Liuli and looked at Xiao Yihang. He saw a group of people about to enter the woods. If he delayed it, it would be more difficult to chase the other party. In fact, Xiao Yun was always worried that the other party would be ambushed or left a way out.

Xiao Yun unsheathed the soft sword in his hand and slowly pressed towards Meng Liuli, "Senior Sister, it has been so many years since we danced the sword together by the lake. I didn't expect that there would be a battle between us today. Xiao Yun was unwilling to do so, but he was helpless."

"Everyone has his own helplessness, and I am the same. Let me dance again. No matter what, I will not let you hurt Xiao Yihang, even if I sacrifice my life. Yun, no matter what the outcome, I will remember you, and my heart will always be yours." Meng Liuli's hand trembled slightly as she spoke, and a low sword sound seemed to be a tragic song.

"Your sword is telling you helplessness and your unwillingness. I understand Sister Liuli's thoughts, and Xiao Yun will always remember you."

Xiao Yun moved his body as he spoke, the soft sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a sword stabbed Meng Liuli directly.

This is very familiar to Meng Liuli, so familiar that she feels like she wants to cry. This is not an ordinary thorn. This time it is the starting style of the sword technique that Meng Liuli and Xiao Yun comprehended by the lake, "The Red Sword Dance".

When Xiao Yun and Meng Liuli were dancing swords by the lake, Meng Liuli thought of a set of swordsmanship in order to teach Xiao Yun's sword skills. One person danced slowly and the other person danced according to the sword momentum, which looked like a two-person dance. When the first time practicing this martial arts that day, the sun set in the west and the mountains were red, so she took her life to "Red Sword Dance".

"Sister, please teach me!"

What a familiar scene, what a warm scene, it has not been like this for many years. This is the sword technique of the two of them communicating their sword techniques. This is the scene of the two expressing their feelings. This set of sword techniques is actually the Yuanyang Sword Technique. Yes, "The Red Sword Dance" is actually the "Yuanyang Sword Technique".

The sword expresses love and expresses the love between the two sides for their respective love, but both are thin-skinned and shy. One is the 29th girl who is in her first spring, and the other is the young boy who is beginning to be moved, with affectionate eyes and eyes that cannot be expressed. He only relies on the sword to express his feelings.

Meng Liuli and Xiao Yun's mandarin duck swords slowly danced by the lake. One was full of spring and the other was full of admiration. The love and scene from a few years ago came into Xiao Yun's mind again. Now the two were still dancing "Red Sword Dance", and they were still two people who were in love, but each had their own concerns.

The two swords were wrong, and their bodies intersected, and the two danced close together, and the sword was turned lightly. One was pointing to the left and the other was pointing to the right. It was just a moment when the two palms were opposite each other, and the palms were close together and tightly clamped each other, pulling each other, and the sword swept across.

The two of them had a single sword. Meng Liuli stabbed forward with a sword. Xiao Yun fell backward. At the same time, the two swords were tied together and stabbed obliquely on the ground. Then Xiao Yun's sword posture was erected, which was exactly the same as Meng Liuli's sword momentum. However, Xiao Yun lowered his body again. Meng Liuli fell backward even more. The broken star sword in his hand had already stabbed into the ground like a crutch supporting his body without falling.

Xiao Yun's body approached, but Xiao Yun pressed his body up. The two of them were pressing tightly, their eyes facing each other, and no longer moved. Some of them were sharply accelerating their heartbeats.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes were communicating their respective thoughts.

"I like you."

"Me too."

"Marry me and be my wife!"

"I'm much older than you, but you don't dislike me?"

"I don't dislike you, I dare not dislike you. You are a fairy, I am a mortal..." Yu Luo closed his lips, and after a moment, the two separated, one of them covered his face shyly, but the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were excited and secretly happy. Did he look back at the daze as he watched the beautiful figure go away?

How many years have it been...

But now they still have the same movements, and the same two people are still the same. They are just shy, excited, and happy expressions in Meng Liuli's eyes, and a hint of hesitation, a hint of helplessness.

"Can you let them go?"

"No!" Xiao Yun's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Xiao Yun reached out and grabbed Meng Liuli's hand. He was in shape. The two stood up at the same time and fought with the two swords. The two of them scored one point, each holding their own swords to fight.

Nangong Xinyi had been waiting for Xiao Yun to entangle Meng Liuli to kill someone, but unexpectedly she was attracted by the swordsmanship of the two. What is this? Can the legendary flirting be like this?

Nangong Xinyi couldn't help but envy, jealous, hated, envy the strong feelings between the two, and jealousy of Meng Liuli even more hated that Xiao Yun had never been so moved by herself.

Nangong Xinyi's heartbeat accelerated, but she also knew that Xiao Yun was probably using this method to entangle Meng Liuli. Otherwise, relying on Xiao Yun's current injury, it would be difficult to resist Meng Liuli's strength. She immediately raised her sword and rushed out from the left to kill Xiao Yihang.

Xiao Yihang and others had just retreated into the woods, and the figure was still clearly visible. Just as Nangong Xinyi chased the forest and was about to enter the forest, she was shocked inexplicably. A feeling of palpitations filled her whole body, and at the same time, a strong resentment rushed straight into her mind.

This resentment is extremely powerful, which makes people inexplicably infected. At the same time, it becomes restless, as if I have this resentment that I want to destroy everything and destroy everything, so that I can relieve the unhappiness in my heart.

At this moment, a blue shadow flashed in front of me, and a cold light pierced my chest.

Nangong Xinyi was shocked, and at the same time, she lost her room under the impact of resentment. She did not dodge or dodge and slashed at the other party.

"Xizi's heart!"

One move is a trick, and one move is without any room for anything. This is the influence of resentment.

This sword slash is definitely not Nangong Xinyi's style, because this move is full of flaws, and there is no "Xizi holding the heart" posture or gesture at all. However, Nangong Xinyi was affected by resentment and only had a sense of murderous impact in her heart.

Any martial arts need a condition to be activated, with relative postures, and the influence of both the attacking posture, the body posture and the terrain must be considered.

In the past, Nangong Xinyi would lay the foundation without making a move. She would achieve the best posture for her next move. She would use her hands, feet, waist, body, and swords to achieve the best posture for her next move. The so-called flowing water, let it go naturally.

However, Nangong Xinyi is not prepared at all for the necessary conditions for "Xizi Pengxin" to draw the sword, but instead makes this move.

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