Zhao Hongrun opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and said with a forced smile: "Hey, brother, don't be joking..."
However, before he finished speaking, he saw the young man in white rushing forward at an extremely fast speed, and the sharp sword in his hand slashed towards Zhao Hongrun's neck like lightning.
Is he... serious?!
Zhao Hongrun was shocked and felt himself spinning for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been pushed out of the carriage in time by the cold witch.
"Bang"
The sharp sword in the hand of the young man in white cut off one of the pillars of the carriage and also cut off the leather strap connected to the horse pulling the carriage.
But when the two horses pulling the carriage neighed twice in fright, they ran wildly away, leaving only the carriage's carriage alone in place.
"Hey...it's none of your business, get out of the way!"
The young man in white turned his head and glanced at the cold witch next to Zhao Hongrun, and said calmly.
I saw the cold witch used her left hand to lift up Zhao Hongrun who had fallen to the ground, supported him and slowly took a few steps back, and said indifferently: "What do you want from me? Yesterday, I remember that I saved him."
His life..."
"Didn't this sister also want to kill him yesterday?"
"No, I never wanted to kill him."
"Get out of the way!"
"It's impossible to break!"
Listening to the conversation between the cold witch and the young man in white, Zhao Hongrun felt a little uncomfortable.
The person who saved him yesterday wants to kill him today, and the other person who seemed to want to kill him yesterday is protecting him today. This kind of identity change between enemy and friend is really hard to accept.
But at the moment, Zhao Hongrun felt that it was better to think more about his own life.
So, he leaned close to the cold witch's ear and asked in a low voice: "Is he... very powerful?"
The warm breath blew against her ears, which made the cold witch a little uncomfortable, but when she looked at the boy in white, she no longer said anything to remind Zhao Hongrun to keep his distance: "He... is very strong
.is the most difficult enemy I have ever encountered."
"Don't you have some kind of sword dance?" Zhao Hongrun asked in a surprised voice.
The cold witch carefully looked at the young man in white across from her, holding back a somewhat forced smile on her face: "Maybe. It's difficult..."
After saying that, she gently pushed Zhao Hongrun behind her.
On the opposite side, the young man in white seemed to have noticed the cold witch's eyes. He put the three-foot Qingfeng sword on his shoulder and sighed helplessly: "I said this sister, I just want the one behind you."
Just a guy..."
"Absolutely impossible!" the cold witch sternly refused.
"Then the negotiation failed..." The smile on the boy in white slowly faded, and he murmured: "This is a bit troublesome, Zhang doesn't kill women..."
At this moment, the cold witch suddenly took the lead and passed towards the boy in white. The short sword in her hand, which was no more than a foot long, quickly slashed towards the boy's neck.
"Well, let's play with you..." The boy in white sighed helplessly, swaying slightly, and easily avoided the cold witch's attack.
However, he did not attack, but slowly walked towards Zhao Hongrun.
After losing a blow, the cold witch's eyes changed slightly. The speed of swinging the sword in her hand became a little faster, and she always greeted the vital points of the upper body of the boy in white.
The speed with which she swung the sword was really extremely fast, like a dragon swimming in fear, like lightning flashing across the horizon, it disappeared in a flash. But what was unbelievable was that the young man in white was either turning sideways, leaning back, or squatting lightly.
Unexpectedly, he was able to avoid the cold witch's attacks every time without any danger. Even if the cold witch changed her moves midway, she would not be able to hurt the opponent at all.
"Shua"
Another sword strike, the sharp dagger in the hand of the cold witch slashed at the opponent's neck, but the young man in white even closed his eyes and turned slightly to one side, seeming to have narrowly avoided the attack.
At that time, his neck was only a few minutes away from the sharp dagger in the hand of the cold witch, but even this few minutes away seemed to be so far away that he could not touch it.
"Give up, sister, I have never missed my step before." The young man in white said calmly while avoiding the fatal blow.
Rhythm... did he understand the rhythm of her moves?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun shouted to the cold witch: "Hey, the other party seems to be able to read your back moves from your body."
"..." The cold witch glanced at Zhao Hongrun from the corner of her eye, quickly jumped back out of the battle circle, returned to Zhao Hongrun, and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean?"
Zhao Hongrun shrugged and said with a wry smile: "Probably the other party can judge your next move from your breathing, steps and various signs on your body..."
"Can it be done?" the cold witch finally said with a change of expression.
"It can be done, as long as his speed is far faster than yours."
"Speed...?"
The aloof miko took a deep breath and held the dagger held upside down with both hands flat in front of her chest, making a posture as if she was praying to God.
Suddenly, there was a "click" sound, and there was only one footprint left on the snow. Her whole body, like a flash of red and white lightning, flew towards the young man in white.
"bite!"
The three-foot green peak in the hands of the boy in white was used for defense for the first time, and his eyes showed a little surprise.
Not fast enough!
The aloof witch understood in her heart, so she increased her pace again, made a feint to get behind the opponent, and stabbed the white-clothed boy in the back with a backhand sword.
Unfortunately, the young man in white had a very keen intuition. He held the three-foot Qingfeng Sword behind his back and blocked the dagger's blade with the long sword's blade.
There was a chaotic "ding, clang, clang" sound, and Zhao Hongrun was surprised to find that the cold witch's sword was as brilliant as dancing, very dazzling. The only drawback was that every time she drew her sword, it would be blocked by the young man in white.
, or interrupt midway.
Hey hey hey, can ordinary people really reach this speed?
Zhao Hongrun muttered in a daze.
But at this moment, he saw a flash of figure in front of him, and the cold witch ducked back in front of him again.
Only this time, she knelt on her left knee and gasped continuously, as if she had been holding her breath for a long time.
"Just now... was that sword dance?" Zhao Hongrun asked curiously.
"Well." The cold witch panted for a while, then she adjusted her breathing, stood up again, and whispered: "But...it can't be defeated. As you said, his speed is faster than mine,
Much faster…”
As she spoke, the cold witch looked at the young man in white with a slightly absent-minded look: Even if she used the sword dance, she could not defeat him in one breath... No, she would hurt him.
At this time, the young man in white stood there, looking at the cold witch in front of Zhao Hongrun in surprise: "This sister's tricks are quite powerful... It's a pity that she still can't break the younger brother's steps... This one
Sister, you should understand how many moves my little brother has just given you, so don’t embarrass me anymore, okay?"
The face of the aloof witch turned slightly red, and she whispered to Zhao Hongrun expressionlessly: "He is very strong, so strong that I can't resist... You should leave quickly."
Does this mean I should run away alone?
Zhao Hongrun frowned when he heard this and stood motionless with a strange look on his face.
Seeing this, the cold witch said displeasedly: "What are you waiting for? I can't stop him for a long time."
After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun asked in a low voice: "If you die, doesn't it mean that I will die as well? In that case, why bother?"
The cold witch frowned and said: "Don't you understand? The other party's avoidance just now shows that he does not kill women, so I may not die in his hands, but if he kills you... it will be a bad thing if you stay here!
"
"That's true, but... it's not in line with Ji's temperament to leave a woman who is protecting me from the enemy and escape on her own."
"..." The cold witch was stunned when she heard this. She glanced at Zhao Hongrun with some surprise, and then said in a deep voice: "Then be prepared to die here!"
After saying that, she took a deep breath and moved toward the young man in white like lightning.
"Hey, why don't you give up?" The boy in white sighed helplessly.
Pure sword skills are not enough to defeat this person, so the only thing is...
Quickly approaching the opponent, the aloof miko fumbled with her right hand from the bag at her waist for a while, then seemed to grab something and raised it towards the boy in white.
"Hey, Miyan? This sister, this is a dirty trick..."
The boy in white subconsciously blocked his eyes with his left hand. Even though he temporarily lost his vision, he easily blocked the attack with his sword.
Suddenly, the boy in white seemed to hear something strange, and grabbed the object in his left hand.
Zhao Hongrun could see clearly from the sidelines that it was an object that the cold witch quickly spit out from her mouth after her sword failed.
"Poison needle? This is also a dirty trick..."
The young man in white looked at the cold witch who was still in the air with a wry smile. Suddenly, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "This needle..."
He unexpectedly discovered that the needle spit out from the cold witch's mouth seemed to have a thin thread tied to its end.
"What do you want to do?" The boy in white shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, he seemed to notice something. He put his left hand in front of his nose and sniffed the powder that the cold witch had sprinkled on him: "Huh? This is...
sulfur?"
But at this moment, the cold witch who was still leaping up in the air snapped her silver teeth, and in a moment, a ray of fire quickly followed the thin line to the boy in white.
"Bear"
In an instant, a ball of flame quickly enveloped the young man in white.
At the same time, the aloof witch quickly returned to Zhao Hongrun, looking at the flames with a confused expression.
So awesome...
Zhao Hongrun glanced at the panting cold witch in surprise, and couldn't help but ask: "Killed?"
I saw the cold witch's eyes staring fixedly at the flames from which no screams could be heard, with a hint of shock and distress in her eyes.