Tang He pushed the horizontal blade forward to block another slash from the opponent. Tang Huailan's blade missed it again, making a series of harsh sounds again. Tang He had noticed countless times when the blades connected.
The broken knife has been finely polished, but the remaining edge is still uneven, probably because that part was intentionally ignored.
Under normal circumstances, he is not a talkative person in a decisive battle. But after a few rounds, he can feel the opponent's attitude to some extent - surprisingly, it is not serious at all, at least it is "loose" compared to past fights.
. He could indeed feel the suppressed power in every move. The power originated from anger, but was suppressed by her calmness. It seemed that
She had no intention of fighting from the beginning, so Tang He tried to use verbal stimulation to advance the battle. Every time he pushed harder, Huailan's skills were just enough to compete with him, allowing him to
He couldn't figure it out. Tang Huailan had a lot of time, but he couldn't wait too long, and he couldn't escape. The best he could do was to push the battlefield towards the snow inkstone pool.
"You call this resistance?"
Unexpectedly, Tang Huailan actually replied. It seemed that this competition did not consume much energy on her part. Tang He had an idea and continued:
"Is this the attitude of avenging a deceased friend?"
"That part hasn't come yet." Tang Huailan blocked a side attack, "Now it's about hiring."
Obviously - delaying time. Shi Wuqi didn't know whether it was deliberate inquiry or a coincidence, but he chose this woman as an obstacle in front of him. The time that Lord Xueyue told him was coming soon, and he couldn't delay even a moment. The remaining time
I'm afraid that I can't waste all my energy here for more than just this battle with her. So, Tang He decided to change his fighting method.
Next, every attack he made was aimed at destroying weapons. This method did not kill people, but it was effective. Before the sword, the bare-handed man had basically declared defeat. For Tang Huailan, this was also
The most destructive behavior. In every previous attack with
Every time he resisted, he had already judged from the clash of weapons where the remaining flaws of the broken sword were. Tang Huailan was not stupid and could judge his intentions, so she changed her defensive strategy to avoidance, like
He slashed at a cloud of smoke but couldn't hit it. Tang He's patience was about to reach its bottom line.
"It's time for you to show your true strength, right?"
"It's up to you, it's not possible now."
According to this method of fighting, Huailan's thorn chain has been broken into three parts, but it is still usable. There is a metal arrow on her elbow, which was originally fixed at the elbow joint, but he also broke it. The hidden weapon on her body is no longer
After all, the quantity is limited, and there are not many left that can be used, Tang He knows it well. She is a broken soldier, and he really doesn't know where this woman got the courage to last until now. From a purely technical level, he admires her very much,
After all, this is one of the few people who can fight with him until now without falling.
Unfortunately, most of the time, they are characters who stand opposite to themselves.
Mu Wan and Mo Liang are approaching. The mountain road here is a bit rugged and it is very inconvenient to get there. Compared to Yue'e, it is not easy to pass through this place. After all, there are many branches and thorns blocking the road. If you fly there
At higher places, it would be difficult to find traces of prey. The two of them did not like the situation of being chased, but there was no way. In everything, they had to distinguish priorities first.
She can't kill them yet, Yue'e knows. She should follow them and find the place where the incense burner is hidden. Lord Xueyue wants that burner, and the man named Tang He needs the soul-returning incense inside. As long as she gets it, her mission will be more important than the incense burner.
Killing this group of ants would be more valuable. But she was unwilling to do so - because she didn't like the woman running on the ground.
They're just a bunch of mere humans.
A wave of air struck down, destroying the surrounding terrain and interfering with their speed. After all, if they were allowed to catch up with the Hundred Skeleton Master in time, it would be more difficult for both sides to deal with it. The second time, the third time, every time
The air waves are carrying a large amount of poisonous thorn-like demonic energy, like gravel in a torrent.
When the fourth wave of air struck down, Mo Liang counterattacked with a sword, exerting all his strength. The two forces collided and scattered, and they all felt the rebound to varying degrees. Yao'e was pushed further away, and they also
After being pushed back a few steps, Doudou sat down on the ground, unable to speak for a long time in pain.
"Are you okay?" Mu Wan pulled her up with both hands, turned to Mo Liang and said loudly: "Didn't I promise you not to work so hard anymore?"
"It's okay. It's just this level..."
"We don't want you to take any risks at all, Chi Li must have thought so too."
"...let's go, let's go quickly."
With that said, Mo Liang continued to run forward as if to avoid the topic. Mu Wan hesitated for a while, then pulled Dou Dou and chased after him.
When the two sides were confronting each other, both of them heard the sound of someone approaching in the distance.
Tang He flicked away Huailan's last hidden weapon with the back of his knife: "Your reinforcements are coming."
"They are not my rescuers."
"Yeah?"
"No one can save me, and I don't need anyone to save me."
"Anyone can speak big words."
Tang He was quite disdainful. Under the luminous light, he turned the horizontal sword over the edge to check for wear. His sword also suffered a lot of impact, but it was better than the other's. However, the shorter the weapon, the more difficult it is to break, just like chopsticks.
The longer it is, the easier it is to break. The distance between the two people increased again. They once again clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, bent slightly, and competed like this for the umpteenth time.
In the previous battles, Tang He did use a lot of Onmyoji's tricks. Surprisingly, although she could not crack them one by one accurately, she had some innate talent in evasion and interruption. There were also
Maybe it's the result of the Tang family's long-term training.
After all, he still remembered that when she was in Zanglanhai, she also used some onmyoji spells. Until now, there was only a confrontation of strength between the two sides. Most women who practiced martial arts were not able to compete with their peers in terms of strength.
Men with certain conditions are amazing in their perseverance.
If it is more perseverance, Tang He will not give in. Because he also has a reason why he cannot retreat.
Once again, the blades collided together, and a few sparks popped out, quickly disappearing in the cold wind. Both of them looked a little messy, with messy hair, and varying degrees of scars and bruises on their faces, hands, and bodies.
.But their eyes are always bright. It’s better to say Tang
He was also surprised by this. Those eyes, which were originally bottomless and seemed to be unable to reflect anything anymore, showed an indescribable passion in them, along with some vicious curses and hatred, multiplying from the pair of eyes.
The reflection in his pupils made him feel bored.
"I have never regretted anything in my life..." Tang He narrowed his eyes slightly and increased his strength in his hands, "You are a very good teammate and a good enough opponent. If you want to say that I have regrets in my life, probably
It was because I didn’t point the blade at you at that time.”
Direct provocation has never been able to shake Huailan's mood. It is too direct to say, and she has also received training in this area. But what she hates most is such roundabout insinuations and accusations.
Huai. This kind of condescension, "letting go" like charity, the "regret" presented at this moment is too hypocritical. It seems to be saying this, but in fact Qinglan's death is just a drop of water, adding salt to the wound.
The effect was to stir up scars that had not yet healed, but at the same time, it stirred up thousands of layers of wind and snow, and huge waves.
"I have never envied anyone in my life."
Tang Huailan didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly pushed him away, and the two knives made a strange buzzing sound at the same time. Tang He was even pushed back two steps, and before he could react, another side slash hit him.
.He retreated step by step, and the opponent pressed forward step by step.
"Not even - jealous - or anything -"
Her reserved strength was gradually released, which was beyond Tang He's expectation. He knew that she had not fully exerted her strength, but he did not know when such a calm and slow explosion would end. Every time he swung the sword,
All his attempts were accompanied by calm and indifferent words. Something was wrong with him, but he couldn't think of a countermeasure under the attack of these words.
"You are indeed...above me in every aspect."
This was a horizontal slash, and the other palm pushed out the internal force. How did she do it both ways? Blocking it with her forearm, the other wrist holding the knife felt another pain.
"The wealth must be more than mine. Martial arts, swordsmanship, onmyoji - I have also learned them one by one."
Tang He has retreated at least dozens of steps, and it is not a good sign to continue like this.
"You are also...probably more decisive, more vicious, and smarter than me."
"Excessive reputation——"
Tang He tried to counterattack with his knife, but failed. This move was followed perfectly, and he missed it with the blade. His hand slipped, and Huailan seized the opportunity. She used the backhand of the knife to hit the missing horizontal knife hard.
He went out. The horizontal knife turned several times in the air and penetrated deeply into the ground on the side.
Like an unknown monument.
"...But I don't envy any of these, and I don't want them either."
The voice of this sentence was not too loud. What's more, Tang He was suddenly pushed to the ground with a palm. He admitted that he was careless. The stimulation caused by words and the moment of losing his weapon made him briefly at a loss. But
This is fighting, this is fighting. Even a moment of hesitation will cost you blood. He knows this well.
He fell to the ground, frowning, and stared at her in disbelief. Huailan held the broken knife and pointed at his throat viciously with the broken blade. At this point, he was indeed a little careless. He had made a mistake in the battle before.
I have gone through all the mistakes I made in my mind, but it shouldn't be like this - it was clearly Tang's fault.
Huailan made more mistakes. He was somewhat unwilling to do so. When the two of them fought against him together, they were at best a draw. I didn't expect this woman to push herself to this point. No matter what she said, she was playing dirty tricks.
Regardless of recruiting, these are all methods of competition. He has used them many times himself. There is nothing to say. He admits it.
But...how to get to this point?
The moment he raised his eyes, he seemed to understand.
Under the weak night light, Huailan's silhouette is like a pool of stagnant water without a trace of ripples. Her eyes give people a very "light" feeling, not contempt or contempt, but just make people feel empty, ethereal, and distant. The pair of light and fluttering eyes
There are no impurities in his eyes, they have all settled down, hardened in invisible places at the bottom, and become invulnerable. The only thing that reflects in this void floating on the surface is his own shocked face.
