The Lord of Shule had been away for a long time. Ye Cheng could clearly feel that the other two people who were secretly hiding had left, and then slowly walked to the back window. Taking advantage of a strong wind, he climbed out of the window and went straight to a building in the backyard.
Go to the side hall.
The entire palace seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and even a few guards were patrolling. In the windy and snowy weather, they just wandered around for a while and left, but Ye Cheng smelled a hint of blood from the silence.
The source of this smell was the two people confronting him in front of him.
One is exactly the female snitch that I was following before, and the other one is almost the same. She is dressed in black and has a good figure. There is a short-handled round scimitar hanging on her waist. At a glance, she can tell that she is from the Western Regions.
They are good at using this kind of weapon.
"Girl, give me the letter, otherwise you will be covered in blood today!" The scimitar woman said extremely proudly, as if she was very sure that the person in front of her was no match.
The woman on the other side was holding a dagger in her hand, covered her shoulders and shouted coldly: "Witch, if you want the letter in my hand, just use your ability to get it. Don't think that you are arrogant just by relying on a hidden weapon!"
"Haha, that's really nice to say. If I hadn't been afraid of alerting the guards here, do you think you would still have a chance to talk to me?" The woman said with great disdain, and silently pulled out the scimitar, murderous intent spread everywhere, but
It's because he has murderous intentions.
The dagger woman was also an extremely arrogant person and sneered: "Okay, then let me see how confident you are that you can kill me without alerting the guards. If you alert the guards, you can't even think about running away."
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"Seeking death!"
Playing until the woman's murderous intent burst out, she turned the scimitar, and the deep internal force lifted up the slowly falling snowflakes all over the sky. The scimitar suddenly lit up with a blade light, making Ye Cheng take a breath. He didn't expect this woman to have such profound skills.
, and also realized the sword light, which doubled the lethality of the scimitar in his hand.
The woman with the dagger didn't show any signs of weakness. She swept her body out, touched the ground with her lotus feet, and suddenly performed a somersault, flying over the woman's head. All the movements were done in one go, giving her a seamless and flowing momentum, which was pleasing to the eye.
The scimitar woman did not show any weakness. She stepped forward and the scimitar in her hand came through the air. Various wonderful images appeared. They were constantly changing within a few feet. Each change was so clear and clear, as if she wanted to express the thoughts in her heart.
, as if written with a machete in hand, but what is more subtle is that every change gives people an unbearable sense of failure, and gives rise to the despair of having lost all their efforts.
Ye Cheng was horrified by the subtlety of this sword. This woman spoke with a very clear voice and was obviously not too old. She didn't expect that the use of this sword technique was already so powerful. I'm afraid the person who taught her the sword technique was extremely talented.
, she must be a master of swordsmanship, otherwise she would have achieved such an achievement at her age.
The woman with the short sword in mid-air was even more uncomfortable. Looking at the unpredictable scimitar, she had no choice but to choose to fight hard. But she was afraid of shocking the guards in the palace, so she had to use her inner strength, and the strength in the sword was also
She controlled it softly and clicked three times in front of her.
The swords crossed each other, but there was no sound as expected. Ye Cheng's heart felt slightly certain, and he understood that these two people also had some scruples, so they did not burst out their inner strength, and both used feminine control methods. It seems that there are other two people in the palace.
A master of scruples.
The thin sound of gold and iron drifted in the wind, and even Ye Cheng, who was three feet away, could not hear it very clearly. Thanks to the weather, if it was normal, it would still be noticed by someone who was interested.
The fighting in the field has been intertwined, and the offensive and defensive are divided. The strength of the scimitar woman is indeed much stronger. The scimitar seems to come to life, showing the style of a master, and the continuous force of the sword presses the short
The sword girl was in unspeakable pain. If the other party hadn't been controlling the force, she would have been splattered with blood for five steps.
"How about it? Will you hand over the letter or not? As long as you hand over the letter, I promise to leave immediately and not kill you!"
The woman with the scimitar suppressed the woman with the dagger and induced her at the same time, as if she didn't want to forget about killing.
"Haha, you are not calling me a killer. If you want to get the letter back this time, just search it from my body!" The dagger woman's body was already covered in scars, and her fair skin was faintly exposed through her torn clothes.
I didn't expect this woman to be so strong. She completely ignored the fierceness of the opponent's sword. She finally stopped making any reservations and used every move with all her strength. It was obvious that she was ready to fight to the death.
The scimitar woman was furious. She didn't expect that her blind persuasion had no effect at all, and made her opponent even more unscrupulous. She shouted coldly: "Do you think I won't dare to kill you? I will kill you even after you die.
Take off your clothes and let people see what kind of woman you are, and I will make you die without peace!"
The movement of the woman with the scimitar spread out quickly, and kept flying around the woman with the dagger. The momentum of the sword was even more traceless and elusive. It seemed to be slow and weighed more than a thousand kilograms, but suddenly it became ethereal and swaying.
With flying snowflakes, the sword glow filled the air, and each sword struck the woman with the dagger's vitals.
The woman with the short sword struggled to hold on, but her heart was at a loss. She knew that she might be killed here this time, and she would never see her parents and relatives again in the future. She gradually gathered her sword strength and guarded her tightly.
Within a few feet, fortunately, what she has learned is also extraordinary. Although she is not as stunning as her opponent, she is still very good.
The two of them had let go of their worries, and the swords clashed with each other. The wind and snow seemed to cover them, and the wind and snow blew louder and louder.
Defending for a long time will inevitably lead to failure. After dozens of moves, the woman with the dagger finally caught the opportunity. The scimitar directly broke through her sword force and struck an inch in front of the handle of the dagger. The strong force made it impossible for her to tighten her grip.
Holding the dagger, the tiger's mouth instantly opened with a bloodstain, and the dagger flew away, falling to the snow beside him.
The woman with the short sword couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and was kicked again in the chest and abdomen. Her body flew several feet away and fell straight next to Ye Cheng. Even the black scarf on her face was rolled off, and her long hair
With the wind and snow rolling, this moment is even more poignant and beautiful.
Looking sideways at the woman who fell beside her, her fair face became even paler, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was still flowing. There was a smile, as if dying like this was a relief for her, and her body was still trembling.
A tremor.
Ye Cheng's heart trembled. At what time and place, a woman quietly fell in front of him, with the same silly smile on her pale face, and murmured in a low voice, as if a nerve in his heart had been touched.
, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing down. The woman he loved the most was lying quietly in front of him, and the helplessness and bewilderment he felt at the beginning flooded into his heart again.
"I won't let you die. I didn't let you die before, and I don't want you to die now!" A crazy voice roared in Ye Cheng's heart, and a pair of eyes gradually showed blood. A woman died there back then.
In front of him, he must not let her die this time. The lover who could not be saved before, no one can take away your life this time.
The woman with the scimitar was completely unaware of the man beside her who was covered by snowflakes, and sneered: "Now I see how you can go against me, now I will kill you, panic? Afraid?"
The scimitar woman's face turned cold, the fierce light flashed away, and the scimitar in her hand slashed down, the strong light of the sword almost making it difficult to open one's eyes.
"She can't die, I can't let her die!" Ye Cheng, whose eyes were already bloodshot, murmured in his mouth, and the zhenqi in his body began to flow violently, and the snow residue covering his body began to fly in the sky, exposing his entire body.
Like a ferocious beast, it stared closely at the woman struck down by the scimitar.
This sudden change shocked the scimitar woman. She didn't know when such a master was lurking next to her. However, she was experienced enough. The scimitar she was slashing quickly turned around and slashed towards the leaf.
Cheng's neck and the toes of his feet touched directly.
Ye Cheng, who had already fallen into madness, was originally extremely powerful in his fighting style, but now he was even more crazy. The high-speed rotation of his energy made his body full of strength like never before. He kicked his feet fiercely, and his palms changed.
The palm strikes the blade diagonally, and the left palm presses down to block the opponent's upward kick.
"Peng——"
A blow without any tricks, a clash of energy.
Ye Cheng groaned, leaned back, and fell back to the ground. His face turned red and white, but he stabilized his figure.
The woman with the scimitar also let out a soft moan, but she couldn't attack with the sword no matter what, so she staggered two steps and fell backwards.
Although Ye Cheng fell into madness, his fighting consciousness was still there. Before the opponent could recover, he pounced on him again with his arms stretched out. The second wave of offensive had arrived, and the crazy and rapid zhenqi was twisted into one piece.
Following the direction of the cyclone's rotation, it shot out from the palm like a torrent, unexpectedly bursting out a ball of energy.
This ball of energy was like a pillar of air, bursting out along the palm of his hand. Ye Cheng instantly felt as if a burst of true energy had been sucked out of his body, and he immediately felt a trace of emptiness.
Although the scimitar woman was forced back by Ye Cheng's move, she did not fall into a disadvantage. She was secretly angry in her heart. The guy appeared out of nowhere. She stabilized her body, straightened the scimitar in her hand, and the cold sword energy burst out.
, which gave rise to a biting cold, the arm suddenly sank, and the scimitar in his hand was raised diagonally, constantly changing the angle. Although it seemed like a simple blow, it was extremely clever.
If it were Ye Cheng under normal circumstances, facing this sword, the best choice would be to block or dodge, but at that time, the scimitar woman's sword skills would be fully unleashed, and there would be one wave after another.
The attack swept away, and people were trapped in endless sword power. At that time, they would only be at a disadvantage, and they would still be at the mercy of their opponents.
Ye Cheng, who was in a state of madness, didn't care about this, but he still attacked fiercely. As the circulating Qi continued to burst out from his palms, he vaguely seemed to have grasped a trace of rules, and his mind became clear.
The scimitar woman's advantage in swordsmanship was still on display. Each sword could leave a mark on Ye Cheng's body, but she secretly complained in her heart. Not to mention the opponent's crazy attacks, the punches were enough to
It made her blood boil and she gradually became weak.
"Peng——"
After another hard effort, Ye Cheng finally woke up, but he was overjoyed. It turned out that the use of Qi could be done like this. He drew a big circle with his hands in front of him, then retracted his palms and pushed lightly, as if pushing.
It was like a big disc. If it had been in the past, there would have been nothing surprising about this move. But now it was different. There was a strange counter-shock force in his palms.
"Bang"
In this fight, the violent energy directly hit the opponent's scimitar. It was the woman who suffered the loss this time. I didn't expect that the opponent had such a move. The true energy in the fist was so sharp and powerful.
Sheng, who dares to force his sharpness?
In the panic, Ye Cheng found an opportunity and punched the scimitar woman directly in the lower abdomen with a punch from afar. The latter was thrown out by the force as if struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out in mid-air.
, hurriedly took up that strange ease and disappeared into the vast wind and snow.
