Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 717

The next day.

As the morning sun fell, the sound of the clang and zither echoed in Wenxia Dao, and the bamboo leaves rustled in the wind.

"The wind and clouds are changing and the mountains and rivers are moving. Let Dao Wuxing ask the chivalrous style; don't ask who is worthy of being a dragon, and look at the world and sigh at the sky."

Qingqin caressed gently, Yin Xiao looked deeply at the fourth entrance, a hint of ridicule flashed across her face, and she teased:
"Is it so early? I thought you wouldn't be able to come here until after three poles in the sun."

When the words fell, the holy spirit cleared the way, accompanied by the falling snow, causing the world to change color, the wind was surging, and the clear poetry was heard again——

"Zhenwuteng burns the torch fire, devours the Canxia and guards the style of Confucianism; the spirit follows a hundred turns and thousands of brilliance, and the light shines on the world and doubles forever."

"Chun Xue's love poems have a narrow rhyme, and a long wine glass to relieve sorrow and boredom; dance swords to chase Lingbo short, and the moon and the sun rise together."

In the sound of the poem, I saw two figures coming hand in hand, like a couple of gods and gods coming to the mortal world.

One is wearing a black Confucian shirt with gold patterns embroidered on it. The jade crown bundles up the fiery red hair, and there are two pupils emerging from the deep golden pupils, which are quite miraculous, and people can't tell the depth.

One is dressed in a white dress with a water-blue veil in between, and her long hair like snow is pouring down her temples. The bun is decorated with a few silver pearl hairpins, which is full of elegance.

For Yin Xiaoshen's ridicule, Lin Chongyang was unmoved, and instead reminded:
"Brother Yin, you must know that disaster comes from your mouth."

Given the physiques of the husband and wife, naturally they wouldn't really wait until the sun rises, let alone today, after getting up and tidying up the room, the two of them came to Haozheng Wudao to pay homage to their elders after some grooming.

"I'm just telling the truth, don't be on the line." Yin Xiaoshen retorted immediately.

"Playing the piano and reciting poems every day, not doing business properly, no wonder Brother Yin, you entered the country so slowly, you will be overtaken by Wuxia."

Lin Chongyang opened his mouth slowly, and counterattacked: "If this goes on like this, in my opinion, it's not bad that the fourth line can be directly replaced to defend."

"My younger brother and sister are indeed extremely talented, but is it too much for you to say that my progress is slow? You think everyone is your young couple, and there is no bottleneck in cultivation."

For his friend's teasing, Yin Xiaoshen refused to admit it. He stopped his movements and pressed his hands on the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly:

"Besides, I haven't fallen behind in my practice."

"Then, two tricks?"

At the same time as he spoke, Wanhe Songfeng appeared in the air and landed beside Lin Chongyang.

"Stimulate me? Come on!"

Yin Xiaoshen urged the true essence with both palms, and the strings flew out from the body of the Qingqin, interspersed in the surrounding bamboo forests. Immediately, Ming Feng appeared without a trace, and was held in the hands of the Xiaru Wutrace who got up.

At this moment, the snow wave rolled back, and a dark red sheathed long sword quietly appeared, standing in front of Lin Chongyang.

"I shouldn't have breakfast before I come to work today." Seeing this scene, Yin Xiao complained deeply: "Look at the sword!"

In the classic hand, use the strings as a bow, use the sword as a arrow, Mingfeng Wujing is shot out with boundless force, the sword energy rises with the sword splitting the ground, and every inch it advances, there will be a thunderous explosion.

Clang——

Just as the sword edge was approaching, there was only a clang, and the unsheathed Mount Tairuo sword would retreat without a trace like a mountain wall.

The sword energy that followed was also eliminated at this moment.

"Nothing new." Lin Chongyang took the sword in his hand and took a step forward.

Yin Xiaoshen took the sword in his hand, and rushed forward: "It's as good as it works."

"what."

"what."

Before the laughter fell, the swords clashed first, and in an instant, only the roar of gold and iron could be heard endlessly, and the sword energy burst out in all directions.

For a moment, there is no shadow, and for a moment, there is no trace, the sword is extremely sharp and extremely sick.

At this time, the figure like Xue stepped forward, walked to Wanhe Songfeng standing on the ground, picked up Guqin, and retreated outside the battle circle.

I saw a long table materialized, Ji Wuxia sat in front of the table, put a guqin on the table, and lightly picked the strings with her slender, fair fingers.

Zheng——

The sound of the zither sounded, ups and downs, deep, tactful yet passionate, following the footsteps of the confrontation people, moving forward slowly, like countless galloping horses, full of excitement...

Ding Ding Ding Ding!
The swords clashed, the body shapes intertwined, the steps of the person holding the sword followed the footsteps of the zither, and the sound of bamboo leaves being torn apart could be vaguely heard, drifting with the wind in time with the zither.

The sound of the piano suddenly became sharp, but it was not harsh, but even more high-pitched and passionate.

One sword is free and unrestrained, one sword is blissful, and there are exchanges between offense and defense. The fierce confrontation between sword energy and sword intent makes the bamboo branches in the forest split in the middle, cut across, cut obliquely, burst, or shatter, which is extremely spectacular.

Sword marks criss-crossed on the ground, gravel splashed and dust flew up.

Amidst the passionate sound of the piano, the figures of the two gradually became indistinguishable, only the emerald green bamboo forest, which was constantly being flattened by the sword energy, witnessed the confrontation between the two.

Thousands of tricks were dismantled, only to see the two people's bodies appear, each retreating.

Immediately, amidst the sound of Qingyue's sword, he rushed forward again.

clang!
The swords collided, and the sparks splattered.

While turning his wrist, Yin Xiaoshen changed his move quickly, swung the sword away from the oncoming Mount Tai Ruo sword, and then, with a twist of the sword's edge, stabbed at Lin Chongyang's throat.

But I saw Lin Chongyang's wrist holding the sword pressed down, and he came later, intercepting the spine of Wuzong's sword with the hilt, and then attacked Yin Xiaoshen's chest.

Yin Xiao let go of her left hand, took over the sword with her right hand, and retreated back to defense in an instant without trace, then withdrew her left hand and pressed it on the body of the sword, placing it across her chest.

Ding!
When the two collided, Yin Xiaoshen spat out his true essence, and he rebounded with strength, taking advantage of the situation to draw a distance of several feet away from Lin Chongyang.

If it were someone else, it would be the other person who was knocked back at this moment.

Unfortunately, the oncoming sword was too heavy, so he could only change his moves.

The spread of the sword intent suddenly turned the morning of the bamboo forest into dusk, with the setting sun on his back, and the sword crossed the sky, absorbing the energy of the sun, reflecting the flying snow all over the sky.

"Sunshine and snow."

Tairuo Mountain Sword's sword edge was pointed out in the air, and the sword energy was like an endless sunset, shining in the almost flattened bamboo forest, making it even more bleak.

The famous Feng Xia Dao manifested, Yin Xiao took the sword in his hand deeply, reproduced the posture of holding two swords together, looked down upon the heroes, absorbed Qi and raised Yuan to temporarily block the endless sword Qi, and said at the same time:

"No! How could you do this?!"

The two swords move together, like wind and waves, the swords move like clouds and flowing water, layer after layer of winding, interweaving into a dense sword net.

"The wave sword is popular in Ren Heshan!"

The sword net spread rapidly in all directions, dissipating thousands of sword energy, taking advantage of the remaining power of the sword, Yin Xiaoshen rushed forward with the sword!

Lin Chongyang turned the sword in his hand: "Isn't this a matter of course?"

The sword light flashed for a moment, and the four swords were chained together, adding frost to each other, and the cold was cold.

It's the Nine Quenching Cold Absolute Style-Four Seasons Bullying Frost!
At this time, the sound of the piano reaching the ear is also extremely high!
"I t! Why do you even know this trick?!"

Stop talking and wanting, Yin Xiaoshen absorbed the remaining momentum of the previous move, and displayed his superb body skills at the same time, intending to change his move to break the situation.

"Heroes and shadows run wild and shock the dust!"

The body shape was wrongly divided several times, the sword turned into wind and waves, shocked the dust, and saw the bamboo shadow and seven strings appearing in front of him again.

however!
The sword light flashed, and the fragmented phantoms were cut through by the cold light one by one, just when the victory was about to be divided——

"Boss help me!"

(End of this chapter)