Chapter 904: The exiled princess conquers the wandering sword **** 21
The wind blew the treetops, the moon was hidden and the clouds flowed, and the abruptly sounded owl cry was very sad.
Shu Ange passed countless houses and finally stopped in a dense forest with a little smile in his eyes.
Ximen Chuixue was dressed in white, and his robe fluttered against the wind, like a man in a fairyland.
"Master Ximen!"
Shu Ange gave a crisp cry, but Ximen Chuixue didn't turn his head back, and said coldly, "I said, don't follow me anymore, otherwise..."
His words made Shu Ange chuckle softly: "Since the village owner doesn't want me to follow you, why should he appear outside the inn?"
Ximen Chuixue didn't look back, standing silently in the dark, as if he was stumped by Shu Ange's question, and seemed to be thinking about something on his mind.
Why he was going to the inn and why he was standing in front of her window, he didn't even understand.
Is it just for promises, or something else?
Ximen Chuixue turned around slowly, his eyes fell on Shu Ange. After staring at her for a moment, he sighed: "Huo Xiu's martial arts are unfathomable, and there are many strange people in the Qingyi Building. You have no chance of winning against him."
After he finished speaking, he added in a condescending manner: "I promised you that I would protect you comprehensively."
"Is it really just that?"
Shu Ange stepped on the soft soil and took a step forward, only three steps away from Ximen Chuixue.
The two faced each other, Ximen Chuixue's eyes were cold and distant, and Shu Ange had a sweet smile.
They have completely different personalities, but when they are together, they are involuntarily attracted to each other.
Ximen Chuixue looked down at Shu Ange slightly, he couldn't figure out why her figure would always appear in front of him.
"that is it."
He has not yet pursued the ultimate meaning of swordsmanship, and any heartbeat is an obstacle to his pursuit of the path of swordsmanship.
Shu Ange shook his head, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Humans and swords are different. People have joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, but swords are heartless and ruthless. Zhuangzhu, heaven also has love.
"You do not understand."
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Ximen Chuixue's eyes, his fingers rubbed the hilt of the sword, and the cold black iron gave him a sense of peace of mind.
He has learned the sword since childhood, and the sword has long become a part of his body.
Compared with ethereal feelings, he paid more attention to the sword in his hand.
Shu Ange also looked at the sword in Ximen Chuixue's hand. His feelings for the sword were pure and sincere, and killing was like art in his eyes.
In pursuit of the supreme swordsmanship, he is willing to sacrifice everything.
But is this really right?
Shu Ange suddenly said: "Master Ximen, in your eyes, is there no person or thing more important than a sword? A relative, a friend, or a future wife."
Ximen Chuixue stared for a moment and nodded slowly, "Yes!"
One word, is it persistent, or is it unable to respond to Shu Ange's question?
He doesn't have many friends, and Lu Xiaofeng is one of them. His relatives are no longer around, and he has no plans to marry.
Ximen Chuixue did not like the fireworks in the world, so he was alone and faced the challenge of heroes.
Either he dies or the opponent dies, there is no other choice!
"In that case, let's compare swordsmanship."
Shu Ange pushed lightly in the palm of his hand, and a bland sword was unsheathed. The cold light flickered very sharply, but it was only a mere mortal iron.
Ximen Chuixue looked at Shu An Gejian, not intending to fight.
"The two-year contract has not expired."
Shu Ange smiled, her fingers gently stroked the sword, and she said casually, "I'm afraid that after the two-year period expires, the owner of the villa will no longer be able to bear to draw the sword at me."
"Will not."
Ximen Chuixue's voice was as cold as iron, and Shu Ange grabbed a sword flower: "Since you can't, then draw your sword now, or the owner of the village is not willing..."
When it comes to the word "reluctance", Shu Ange's eyes are bright, and the corners of his lips evoke a smart smile, which seems to be provocative and provocative.
Ximen Chuixue was silent, and after a while, his sword was unsheathed silently.
A real good sword has no sound. The sword protrudes like a stream of clouds, and it is silent.
He glanced at Shu Ange's sword and suddenly said, "When changing swords, Ximen Chuixue never deceives others."
Shu Ange flicked the blade with his fingernails, shook his head and said, "No need, that's it, please ask the village master for advice."
Ximen Chuixue didn't know why Shu Ange was aggressive, but for the first time in his life, he was hesitant to raise his sword.
He always thought that when the sword pierced the opponent's throat, the blood left on the tip of the sword was a kind of lonely and cold beauty.
But when he thought that his sword might pierce Shu Ange's throat, he felt a strange unease in his heart.
"Please."
The best way to avoid distraction, Ximen Chuixue forcibly concentrated on the center, trying to block out selfish thoughts, and regarded her as a rare opponent in his life.
She is indeed a rare opponent, Ximen Chuixue remembered her endless wonderful sword moves, her amazing light skills, and her heart gradually sank.
Just an opponent, just treat her as an opponent.
Shu Ange quietly looked at Ximen Chuixue, watching his eyes change, watching him go from hesitant to awe-inspiring like ice and snow.
"Okay!"
Shu Ange responded with a good word, and the tip of the sword was gently handed forward, and his expression also became awe-inspiring.
The night wind gently blew the two men's jackets, the insects and birds were silent, and the moonlight sprinkled in the quiet woods like flowing water.
Two figures, one white and one green, intertwined in the moonlight, like ghosts and ghosts, and the sword light is dripping, making people dare not look at them.
Evenly matched!
Ximen Chuixue did not expect that Shu Ange's swordsmanship was more subtle than he had imagined.
Every time, when he thought that she had no way to retreat, she changed her sword moves lightly, bringing him endless surprises.
Ximen Chuixue's fighting spirit was stimulated, and he spared no effort in making his move.
After Shu Ange noticed this, he smiled bitterly in his heart and could only deal with him with all his strength.
If she was not a swordsman, if she had not acquired the essence of kendo, she would have been buried under the Ximen Chuixueli sword at this moment.
The sword paths of the two of them were significantly different. Ximen Chuixue used offense instead of defense, never bothered to cover his vital points, and his shots were very sharp.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two fought over a hundred moves, but the winner was still undecided.
The birds startled, fluttered their wings and left the woods, making a shrill cry.
The moon hid in the clouds again, and the two ghostly figures finally stopped. Shu Ange's sword tip hung down on the ground, and Ximen Chuixue's sword tip pierced into her ribs.
The blood beads penetrated Shu Ange's light clothes, blushing.
Ximen Chuixue suddenly drew back his sword, and a trace of panic flashed in his rarely discolored eyes: "Why don't you hide."
She was clearly able to dodge this attack, and the blood remaining on the tip of the sword made Ximen Chuixue's heart suddenly hot.
Shu Ange pressed his palm against the wound, smiled faintly, and his eyes fell to the ground.
Ximen Chuixue followed her gaze, and suddenly found the place where the two of them had been fighting before, and engraved four words with sword energy.