Lu Xiaofeng's sword screams nine days

Lu Xiaofeng is good at hugging women.He also hugged many women.During the years when he wandered around the world, all the fat and thin women were embraced by him.But, at this moment, even Lu Xiaofeng felt very strenuous.

The woman in my arms is too heavy.It's not that Mrs. Gongsun has a plump body. After all, a woman who practices martial arts and swords will never be obese.It was an iron chain made of hundreds of kilograms of black iron wrapped around her body.At this time, Lu Xiaofeng began to suspect that Gong Jiu sent so many people to subdue Aunt Gongsun with so many iron chains, whether she was afraid of her escape, or to punish him.

The west garden is far away from the six gates, but these distances are nothing to Lu Xiaofeng.He is completely relaxed now, the betting period with Jin Jiuling has passed most of the time, these days he doesn't think about eating and drinking in order to investigate the case, and it's not because of the winnings of those bets, but because of Lu Xiaofeng's nature, he won't even eat until the truth comes out fragrant.

His light work is very handsome.Even with a strange object in his arms, the whole person is like a flying phoenix, full of strength but very agile.However, his dimpled face slowly froze when he smiled.Then, it landed in an open space.

He smelled several different fragrances of cosmetics, and these scents of cosmetics were very common in the West Garden. However, if these scents of cosmetics followed him all the time, the situation would not be so good.Sure enough, the moment he landed, seven swords dripping with silver light stabbed straight at him.Surrounding him from all directions, there was no chance of life left for him.

It was a gorgeous sword move, performed by seven graceful women, it was not like a soul-chasing martial arts, but like a light and graceful dance.However, this kind of sword move is still too slow to deal with Lu Xiaofeng.

The sword in this world is not as fast as Ye Gucheng, nor as cold as Ximen Chuuxue.But Lu Xiaofeng can catch Ye Gucheng's quick sword and Ximen Chuuxue's cold light.

He didn't dodge from left to right, but straightened upwards on a flat ground, and he didn't have the slightest leverage.The cooperation of the seven girls is not without tacit understanding, and the sword moves are not without sharpness.But, they still failed.

Lu Xiaofeng will soon get out of the cage that they closed with sharp swords, and lead Aunt Gongsun to the six doors.Those seven girls would not let him go easily, after all, it was their elder sister who he caught.

Seven pairs of plain hands were twisting a long and thin silver needle, behind the needle was a long and thin red silk thread, and they were shooting towards the top of Lu Xiaofeng's head at the same time, seven threads, seven slender threads, could they trap a person?

Lu Xiaofeng was not defenseless against the silk thread pressing down on his head, but he couldn't dodge it.If he had two hands, he could catch the silver needles and knock them down before they tangled up.However, he was holding Aunt Gongsun in his arms, a very heavy woman whose body was covered with black iron.

The silk threads were infused with internal force and became like fine steel. Lu Xiaofeng was firmly pressed down by these seven silk threads, and had nowhere to fall, so he had to tap lightly on the opposite sword tip.

The seven slender and white wrists turned lightly, and the seven swords stabbed by Pingping turned into blades facing him in an instant, and danger appeared everywhere in an instant.However, the seven swords, seven needles, and seven silk threads are not a very strong cage. Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, his bones shrank and scattered, and he squeezed out of the gap of the seven swords.

But, Mrs. Gongsun, he absolutely couldn't bring it out.

The seven girls were not in love with the fight, and the moment he let go of Aunt Gongsun, they put away their swords, and the silk thread was pulled back into their cuffs in an instant.The seven bare hands supported Aunt Gongsun who fell because Lu Xiaofeng let go, and for a moment, the hands were as clear as jade.

Aunt Gongsun is very heavy now, but seven girls with handsome martial arts skills can carry it with one hand without any difficulty.They turned their heads and quickly shot the row of silver needles hidden in their cuffs at Lu Xiaofeng, forcing Lu Xiaofeng to stop chasing them and use their wide sleeves to cover the silver needles like drizzle.After all, Lu Xiaofeng is a little phoenix, and he doesn't want to become a little hedgehog.

And these seven girls were on their toes, and quickly drifted away with Aunt Gongsun.If it weren't for the scent of cosmetic powder left in the air, this night's thrilling fight would have almost seemed like a dream.

The river and the sky are all the same color without any dust, and the moon is bright in the bright sky.

Lu Xiaofeng stared at the silver needles on his left sleeve, and smiled wryly.It seemed that he was doomed to return without success tonight.

On the wasteland of the West Garden, Ye Gucheng stood holding a sword, and Gong Jiu played with the pair of short swords that Aunt Gongsun had cut off by Ye Gucheng with great interest.The purple clothes around him had already receded, and the cold and peaceful moonlight seemed to cut off the surroundings. There were only two people left in this place at night.

Gong Jiu was leaning on a camphor tree with a crooked neck, one of her long legs was slightly bent and the other was hanging down.They came here in a hurry tonight, Gong Jiu and Ye Gucheng didn't have their hair tied up, and a few strands of black hair hung down, making Yu Yeli's face even fairer.Gong Jiu played with Mrs. Gongsun's sword, tilted her head and said to Ye Gucheng, "Brother, is Mrs. Gongsun's sword beautiful?" The look in his eyes was extremely serious, with a kind of childlike purity.It seems that it is not just talking and laughing with Ye Gucheng, but asking for an answer.

Ye Gucheng's eyes fell on the short sword in Gong Jiu's palm, and he replied disapprovingly, "It's okay." The way of swordsmanship has climbed to his level, whether the sword moves are gorgeous or not, and whether the sword is strong or not, they are already a foil.What he really cares about is whether the sword intent is pure or not.Aunt Gongsun's sword is indeed beautiful, but the sword intent is not good enough.

When Ye Gucheng was very young, his mother sighed to him, "It is a hundred times more difficult for women to climb the sword than men. It has nothing to do with the constraints of physical conditions, but that no matter how smart a woman is, she is still a little clever, and it is difficult to have the wisdom to fully understand .But what the way of swordsmanship needs is the great wisdom to escape from the shackles." Ye Qingge is a beautiful woman, she sees clearly and admits her own shortcomings.She didn't force it, but she already got a much better result than forcing it.

However, sometimes Ye Gucheng has to admit that being born as a woman is extremely unfair to his mother.

Gong Jiu seemed satisfied with Ye Gucheng's answer.The slightly thin lips were raised, and the right palm propped up the rough tree trunk, turning over from the tree.Holding the dagger of Aunt Gongsun, he tapped his feet lightly, like a fairy who is not stained with mortal dust, under the moonlight, his beauty makes people tremble.

The wind blew up his sleeves, and Ye Gucheng almost couldn't restrain himself from grabbing the corner of Gong Jiu's clothes.At this moment, it seemed as if his younger brother could ride the wind back at any moment.Gong Jiu's movements began to open and close. Under such a beautiful and blurred moonlight, he began to dance his flexible body, a sword dance.

drunk.Crazy.Fantastic.

Ye Gucheng closed his eyes, feeling the majestic sword intent in this dance.He couldn't help pulling out the three-foot epee from the scabbard, and danced it out with Gong Jiu.Toss, move, leap.Their movements fit so well, as if they were cuddling each other at the beginning of this life.Entangle, fetter, linger.Their sword cameras collided and made a clanging sound.

Gong Jiu wrapped around Ye Gucheng like a snake.He knows how to sword, but he is not as sincere and obsessed as Ye Gucheng, so he is also obsessed with not realizing his own way of swordsmanship.At this moment, he had an epiphany in the long-term entanglement with his brother, and the panic in his heart for a long time suddenly shattered.The way of the sword has been accomplished.

In the past, he was even afraid of the sword in Ye Gucheng's palm, afraid that his brother would follow the way of the sword regardless, and end up in a martyrdom.Now, he is suddenly not afraid.If it is what my brother is after, then let him go. Anyway, he is still there, and even if he does his best in this lifetime, he will always be able to protect his brother's well-being for the rest of his life.

Fujiu, Chang'an.Because of the long-lasting blessing, so eternal life Changan.

That night, Gong Jiu learned the way of swordsmanship, which is called "Guardian".

Seemingly feeling the change of Gong Jiu's sword intent, Ye Gucheng's dancing posture turned into a state of exchanging ideas.Gong Jiu's swords intertwined, blocked the sword that seemed to be able to split the ground.Even so, his legs were bent slightly.

However, Gong Jiu didn't resist stubbornly, but moved forward, and the two swords staggered along Ye Gucheng's epee and slipped to his side. The distance between the two was less than a punch, and they heard each other.

Gong Jiu's figure changed, and he rose into the air, piercing down with his slender twin swords, stabbing towards Ye Gucheng one after the other.Ye Gucheng flicked his epee and turned around to block.

This is a sword that the two of them tried their best. The three swords collided violently in the air and let out bursts of mourning.Ye Gucheng almost felt the roar of the sword in his palm, and the two of them poured their inner strength into the sword violently.

For those with deep inner strength in this world, Ye Gucheng Palace can rank among the top five.Although their swords are unparalleled sharp weapons in the world, they are only mortals after all and cannot withstand such a duel.Aunt Gongsun's double swords had begun to crack piece by piece, and Ye Gucheng's epee also had two or three shocking cracks.

Neither Ye Gucheng nor Gong Jiu stopped.A moment later, the two swords made of refined steel and black iron suddenly shattered.Aunt Gongsun's sword has been broken into pieces, while Ye Gucheng's sword has shed the black iron that was filled outside when it was recast, revealing the thin sword that Ye Gucheng used to use.

The sword has become more slender after being violently ravaged by internal force, but it is surprisingly solid.The silver sword body seemed to have condensed a layer of frost-like cold light, and it was slimmer and more handsome than before.

Gong Jiu picked up the sword surrounded by iron sheets, and smiled at Ye Gucheng, "The first level of swordsmanship is not broken but fast. The second level is skillful and unworkable. And the third time, it is returning to the basics. My brother used this slender rapier when he was practicing swordsmanship, but later he broke through his sword intent and used it to reshape an epee without a front, and now that this sword has seen the light of day again, my brother may also have made a breakthrough in the way of swordsmanship and returned to the original."

Ye Gucheng put away the Xijian, and his plump lips drew out an arc that made Gong Jiu intoxicated.

Gong Jiu dropped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and put it on Ye Gucheng's shoulder, "Brother, isn't this dance beautiful?"

Ye Gucheng rubbed Gong Jiu's slightly sweaty forehead hair, and said, "Indeed, it's absolutely beautiful."

The two stopped talking, there was already a little twilight in the sky, the sky broke through the clouds, and the two people's rapidly moving figures disappeared in the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

The night is silent.It was a beautiful night.This life does not change.

The author has something to say: Do the nine princes and the city lord dancing together under the moon smell the smell of meat?