There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 74

On Mount Hua, the sun is scorching hot.

No one noticed the sudden appearance of the girl in white until she opened her mouth.

Duan Yan looked at the white-clothed girl in front of him, and saw that her long hair was as black as ebony wood, and the ends of her hair fell to her shoulders, but it was messy and unkempt. As for the ends of the hair, there are some split ends.

She was wearing a simple white dress, her skin was almost transparent and pale, her eyes were cold and indifferent looking at herself, but it was not the kind of eyes that looked at a dead person, but completely indifferent, her black eyes stared straight at herself, as if she was just waiting for herself Make another sword.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency..." Duan Yan had just opened his mouth when he heard Yue Pingshan's inconceivable voice: "Little Senior Aunt?"

Yue Pingshan held his neck, he was a man in his thirties, he looked at a little girl called Shigu who was only eighteen or nineteen years old at best, but he didn't mean to be shy at all.

When Duanyan heard the words "Little Senior Aunt", his expression suddenly became awe-inspiring: "You are Huashan Shangjiuge?"

"Huh?" Shang Jiuge nodded noncommittally, turning the Yinghuo sword in his hand: "What are you doing here?"

She always looked a little careless, stepping barefoot on the stone surface of Mount Hua, and the white clothes on her body were so washed that they were so white that they felt a little loose.

Duanyan turned his sword and bowed: "Duanyan, come to Mount Hua to worship the mountain."

"Worship the mountain?" Shang Jiuge looked at him with anger in his eyes, "How dare you come to worship the mountain with your swordsmanship?"

"Just rely on my swordsmanship." Duanyan nodded: "I heard that Huashan Shang Jiuge's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and he is known as the leader of the martial arts in the future. Today, I am grateful to teach you."

Saying this, Duanyan turned his sword over and held a sword flower lightly, then moved forward and stabbed towards Shang Jiuge, only to see the cold light shining brightly, and the sword energy criss-crossing.

When Yue Pingshan saw this sword, the onlookers could see clearly, and realized that although this sword was not as fast and dangerous as the sword that pierced him with the Yan Wangtie before, it was not as unpredictable as the Yan Wangtie, and it was intended to be a protracted battle. Prepare.

But Shang Jiuge always stood in the same place, still looking a little bored, casually pointed his sword at the rushing Duanyan, and the sword just picked up the edge of the sword that Duanyan stabbed at. Ye Changjian was directly picked up in the air, and Shang Jiuge took another step forward, leaning forward, turning the hilt of the sword, and smashing it flatly at Duanyan's chest that was rushing towards him.

There was only a muffled sound, and in an instant, Duanyan's sword move was broken, and someone saw the opening, and then he was punched in the chest, and he couldn't help staggering back a few steps, his eyes dimmed for a moment To the extreme, my heart is as dead ashes.

The Fei Ye Sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, looked at Shang Jiuge and said in disbelief, "This is the Dugu Nine Swords?"

Ordinary sword moves are just parrying and blocking. Shang Jiuge actually looked at his sword move, and directly stabbed the weakest part of his sword with the edge of his sword. The moment he deflected the sword move, he stepped forward again. Adding a blow, it can be said that the whole process is smooth and smooth, like an antelope hanging horns, nowhere to be found.

And what makes Duanyan even more desperate is that after this move, he clearly understands that, let alone a sword like Yinghuo in Shang Jiu's singer, even if she holds a wooden stick in her hand, he is definitely not her opponent.

After all, this picking and smashing does not use the attributes of the long sword itself, any wooden stick can do it.

"It doesn't count." Shang Jiuge said quietly.

"You can go." She added lightly.

Duan Yan was stunned for a long while: "I want to try the sword of the king of hell again."

Shang Jiuge raised his eyebrows: "It's useless to just learn these exquisite sword moves. The sword belongs to oneself, and the sword moves belong to others."

Duan Yan nodded, picked up Fei Ye's long sword, and held the sword in both hands: "I have accepted it."

Saying this, he once again stabbed with his sword like a meteor splashing down.

The so-called Yan Wangtie is the reminder of the god of death. It is a sword that kills people.

Duanyan used this sword to defeat Yue Pingshan before, because he believed that he was far superior to Yue Pingshan, and in order to control the enemy with one move, he used Yan Wangtie's move to face Shang Jiu, who is known as the number one swordsmanship of the younger generation. Song, he chose to start with the more prudent Changhong Guanri, because he had been thinking about fighting for a long time.

But Duanyan never dreamed that Shang Jiuge broke his sword move with a single blow, and defeated him by raising his hand.

Duanyan also understood that it was because he was merciful to Yue Pingshan's subordinates before, otherwise, Shang Jiuge's sword had pierced his chest at this time.

After all, turning the hilt upside down and hitting someone with the hilt is much more difficult than piercing directly with the blade.

So Duanyan already thought that he was far inferior to Shang Jiuge, but he still wanted to know how far behind the girl in front of him was.

Shang Jiuge was still looking at the sword. While standing on tiptoe, he raised his long sword and stabbed again. , but Fei Yejian was soft, and then the sword body bent like a bow. At the same time that Duanyan yelled in his heart that something was wrong, Shang Jiuge withdrew the sword at will, and Duanyan lost his balance and rushed forward in an instant.

When Duanyan was level with himself, Shang Jiuge turned the hilt of his sword upside down again, and hit the opponent hard on the shoulder.

Duanyan threw herself on the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

Shang Jiuge threw back the long sword in his hand to Yue Pingshan, regardless of Duanyan who was still on the ground, turned around and walked up the mountain by himself.

Yue Pingshan took the sword and looked at Shang Jiuge: "Little aunt has left the customs?"

"Yes." Shang Jiuge said lightly: "The sword intent is exhausted, and it is meaningless to build a car behind closed doors."

"I feel that there is sword energy here, so come over and have a look. His sword is not bad, but it needs a little polishing."

The person who spoke was obviously a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, but her tone sounded like that of a martial arts senior who was over half a century old.

At this time, a group of children had already surrounded him chattering, and Shang Jiuge's two moves to defeat Duanyan were, in the eyes of a knowledgeable person, extremely subtle, and could be called the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

But in the eyes of these children, they can only be described in three words: handsome and stunned.

"Little Senior Aunt, Little Senior Aunt is really amazing!"

"Little Senior Aunt, are you a first-ranker now?"

"Little aunt, your hair is already this long?"

Shang Jiuge didn't answer the first two sentences, but when she mentioned hair, Shang Jiuge was a little surprised. She reached out and touched the hair on the back of her head, and said to herself, "So it's already so long."

"It's been closed for so long without knowing it."

Saying so, she looked at Duanyan who was still unable to get up on the ground: "I'll borrow your sword."

After she finished speaking, she bent down to pick up the Fei Ye long sword, wrapped her left hand around the back to hold a handful of black hair, and cut the sword behind her head with her right hand.

I saw a handful of black hairs scattered all over the ground, like seaweed, as black as sandalwood.

The girl in white stopped inside and shook her hair. The previous shoulder-length hair was only left in a mess of short, ear-length hair.

"Feel much better."

she said quietly.

(End of this chapter)