Yan Wanwan was so scared that her eyes were round, and subconsciously held the hilt of the sword in her hand tightly, using her strength to prevent it from getting in. A pair of Qingling eyes outside the face towel suddenly glared at him, full of horror, clearly saying "Are you crazy?"

Yan Zheng's hand was still like a chain, holding the sword tightly. The corner of his mouth under the mask even bent slightly, but the smile was just like a flash in the pan, and it was quickly pursed on the corner of his lips, accompanied by a deep shout, "Get back!"

"Yes!" The response sounds were like waves, gathering in the night.

Yan Wanwan was about to draw the sword and turn around, but the sword just pulled it to him and stopped again. Then he realized that he had just used his index and middle fingers, and clamped her sword body tightly.

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Yan Wanwan glanced at him and wanted to retreat, but he still failed to pull the sword back.

He knows how to pretend! Yan Wanwan thought, not only knows martial arts, but also a master who can compete with her. He just deliberately used him as a bargaining chip to stop her. He is really scheming and really... asking for a fight!

The more Yan Wanwan thought about it, the more he became more and more angry. He raised his eyes and rushed forward with the sword in his hand.

The other party was stunned, but he reacted very quickly. While putting his fingers away, his body also retreated quickly. He failed to hit him. Yan Wanwan pulled the sword in his hand and stabbed him again. He quickly turned to avoid him.

He obviously did not intend to fight with Yan Wanwan, but just avoided it. His figure was slippery and his steps were agile, as if he was a breeze, and he could easily walk in the dense sword net she woven. Yan Wanwan's heart was even more intense, and there was also an inexplicable excitement that boiled all over his body. Such good light skills had almost never encountered such a good way of traveling around the world in recent years.

The first time she had a rainy night confrontation, she was shocked in her heart. Now she was sure which face she had after the mask, so she had a sense of desire to win and lose, wanting to compete with him.

If you want to be more high and lower, you have to force him to take action. She will not be able to hide. She retreated back, pulled her sword and started to set off. The wind blew, and the sand and leaves turned into thousands of sharp blades, sweeping towards the people opposite.

The sword of heaven and earth is bright and clear, and it opens and closes. It is a gentleman's style. When Xiao Yan taught it, after several years of baptism on the battlefield, the sword moves have been tempered with murderous aura. It is more clean and neat, simple but sharp. The flower-brushing hand is soft, and it is extremely soft, and its body can be like a wind and into the clouds. Yan Wanwan spent more than ten years of hard practice before finally integrating the two, reaching what Xiao Yan said, weapons can be swords, swords, flowers, leaves, stones, and all things.

She never had fixed weapons, short swords, long swords, short blades, long swords... Everything is OK.

Looking at the gravel and branches rolling over the sky and the earth, blocking all his way, Yan Zheng was finally forced to pull out the waist knife in his hand. He sank his body and took a step, waving the waist knife in his hand, turning into scattered shadows, like thunder and rain, the splashing raindrops shot down the gravel and branches. He broke a hole from the net and came out calmly.

It is actually a simple way. Such a simple move that is so simple that there are no moves, but it can easily break the vast net she cast.

"Where did you learn this? Could it be that you were self-studying again?" Yan Wanwan's dissatisfied inquiry came from behind the face towel, his voice was crisp and sounded like gold and stone.

Yan Zheng did not answer, holding the knife in his hand and holding it beside him. The deep part of his eyes seemed to be rolling in ink clouds and huge waves. The person in front of him was wearing a mysterious clothes and a mysterious scarf covered his face, and only his eyes were shining brightly in the dark night. He held the sword in his hand as if he was carrying the power of moving mountains and seas. But standing there, he seemed to be glowing light, becoming the dark night, and the only star in his eyes, the brightest and dazzling star.

How could he not recognize her at first? Even though she covered her face and deliberately covered her up, how many people are as dazzling as her in this world? From the moment he first met her, he was inexplicably sure that it was her, and that it was her.

Yan Wanwan's eyebrows were tightly closed. I don't know why he didn't speak, but looked at her with such inexplicable eyes. She felt uncomfortable. Yan Wanwan tied the sword flower in her hand and said crisply, "Come again!"

With a "swoosh", a sound arrow suddenly rushed into the sky, and a bloody flower exploded on the dark sky.

Yan Zheng and Yan Wanwan both looked up and looked at it. Yan Zheng suddenly pursed the corner of his mouth outside the mask. The next moment, he pulled away, and rushed towards the direction where the arrow was running out.

There was the place where the silences escorted the little boy away just now, and something happened! Yan Wanwan understood and thought for a while. She also felt windy under her feet, following Yan Zheng.

"What's going on?" Yan Wanwan was one step behind. As soon as she got there, she heard Yan Zheng's cold question. The voice was filled with cold anger and the cold air was bone-bone. It was clearly a familiar voice, but it seemed to be completely different from the one she knew.

Yan Wanwan was slightly stunned and then leaned over. What she saw made her step suddenly, and her heart stuttered even more, and she suddenly sank.

With his body as a shield, the man surrounded the wall. The middle-aged man in ragged clothes and disheveled faces were guarded. He fell to the ground, and his whole body seemed to have lost his soul. The little boy he hugged in his arms was the one quarter of an hour ago, the one who was rescued by Yan Wanwan and Yumingsi from the tall dagger.

He was covered in blood at this time, and an arrow was still inserted into his chest. His face was pale and his eyes were closed, afraid that he would lose his breath.

It is obviously a person who has nothing to do with it, but perhaps it is because he is still so young and has infinite possibilities. Because of his life that was still alive a quarter of an hour ago, it has come to an abrupt end. Yan Wanwan thought of her and Xiao Rang thirteen years ago, and she thought a lot, and her heart was very upset.

Those silences heard Yan Zheng's question, and the leader replied with a fist, "The cold arrow suddenly released, my subordinates are all unprepared..."

Everyone who was not wearing a mask looked ashamed, and those who were wearing masks couldn't see clearly, but their heads were hung. They knelt down one after another and said, "I'm so dereliction of duty, please punish me."

Yan Zheng was wearing a mask, and the dark sky was so dark that he could not see his expression, but he stood with his hands behind his back, and his whole body was filled with a chill, which made people shudder.

"Old Ge, I'm just a miser... Please feel sorry!" After a while, Yan Zheng said softly in a hoarse voice.

But Chen Ru seemed to have not heard it, and was still sitting there like a clay-shaped wooden sculpture.

Yan Zheng suddenly turned around and glanced at Yan Wanwan.

With eyes facing each other, one wearing a mask and the other covering her face, the night around her was as thick as ink. Yan Wanwan was stunned. I wonder if she really saw the expression in his eyes clearly, but at that moment, she clearly interpreted his eyes.
Chapter completed!