[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Wu Qun has entered the way of swordsmanship, but she is still one step short.

She entered the Tao from emotion, and she has an old wish in her heart. If the clouds and mists are not broken, it will be difficult to achieve it in the end.

The same is true for Ximen Chuixue.

As soon as the magic way is out, the swordsmanship will decline for a day, from flourishing to fading until exhaustion.

The moonlight was shining, and the beauty stood holding a sword, and her water-red dress danced with the evening wind, extremely gorgeous and intense.

The ribbon is like the color of a wedding dress.

The swordsman in white raised the corners of his lips slightly.

His smile is very cold, and his face is also very cold: "Are you lying to me?"

He looked at Wu Qun's flawless hand holding the sword.

But the beauty smiled softly: "I was indeed injured, Master saw it with his own eyes."

"However, that injury~ It has healed since the medicine shop."

Her casual tone made Ximen Chuuxue's eyes darker.

He was already bewitched, and his sword intent became more and more uncontrollable. The swordsman in white lowered his eyes lightly:

"You are forcing me."

Wu Qun's eyes turned slightly, but she sighed: "A swordsman always has to cut off the demons in his heart, so why should Master pretend not to know?"

Her voice was tender and raucous, piercing straight into the man's heart like blood: "Could it be that Master has never thought of killing A'Quan these days?"

Ximen Chuuxue's hand holding the sword paused, and his face became even colder.

The beauty in red smiled lightly and shook her head:

"Master wants to break the demons of the heart, and I want to break the barriers of power. One day, I will be like this."

She looked at the heavy-eyed swordsman and slowly fell down.

The red dress hangs gracefully and gracefully on the ground, like the flower of Garan blooming on the bank of fire, piercing the tip of the heart fiercely with the soft thorns on the branches.

"I also hope that Master will complete it."

Her back was straight, and she looked at Ximen Chuuxue with soft and firm eyes.

It's like being a teacher for the first time.

But this time, he wants to end this master-student relationship with his own hands.

A strange look suddenly appeared on Ximen Chuuxue's face.

Long Jiu said in a cold voice: "You are the apprentice, you are the one who seduced me, and you are the one who said he wanted to end his relationship."

He raised his eyes slightly, and sighed deeply: "A Qun, I have been too kind to you."

Wu Qun stood up slowly, and the moonlight and sword light intersected and imprinted on the snowy skin, giving birth to a biting beauty.

She looked at the white-clothed swordsman with bright eyes.

"Master hasn't seen my sword today, right?"

That Jishou Jianren groaned softly, already moved.

This sword was given by that person himself. She had studied hard for three months and swung the sword no less than a thousand times every day.

Now I also hand it back to him.

There was silence, and the pear blossoms on the branches rustled down.

The cold light suddenly broke, and there was a sad and beautiful color coming from under the moon, as if the moon was splitting and the clouds were broken, and it was as magnificent as the sky.

Ximen Chuuxue looked lonely.

Slowly opened his eyes as the bright light flashed by.

His sword moved too.

It was a very simple sword, and it was also a very fast sword.

Come from the west, come from death.

It was the sword of death.

The two swords were intertwined, with a clanging sound.There are black iron fragments falling slowly.

The two were very close.

Wu Qun could see the man's frosted eyelashes and ruthless thin lips.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes were cold, and he heard the man laughing in his ear: "Master, can you still withdraw the sword now?"

Both the crow's sheath and the sorrow of illness are swords that move forward, if you withdraw the sword, you will retreat.

A retreating swordsman can't hold anything in his hand, whether it's a sword or a beauty.

Ximen Chuuxue's hand was still steady.

He remembered the time when the garden was full of fallen leaves, and the beauty in red held the sword in both hands and told him:

"Master made an exception for me."

He lowered his eyes faintly, and sneered: "A Qun, there is only one exception."

There is only one soft heart. A beauty like her shouldn't be forgiven.Only by cutting off the wings completely can one attach to him.

He used to be too kind.

The sword intent was murderous, and the broken moon pear blossoms fell from the branches stained with blood.

A sigh was heard.

That Ran Ran Hongyi became more and more colorful.

"Master, I hurt."

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was no trace of blood on her snow-white face.

Blood drops slowly dripped from Ximen Chuuxue's hand holding the sword.She withdrew the sword at the critical moment, and the sword edge that was originally blocked pierced straight into her heart at this moment.

She was still smiling, and the white-clothed swordsman's veins popped out.

The moment he stabbed the sword at her, he broke the meridian in his hand, but unfortunately it was still a step too late.

"Ah Qun, you lied to me again."

He said harshly word by word.

The corner of the mouth has also been slowly shedding blood.

The heart of the red-clothed beauty has been pierced through, and the original water-red dress has been dyed like a wedding dress.

Her gaze is still beautiful, like a charming narcissus: "Master."

Wu Qun bit her lip, her complexion was snow-white: "Master didn't withdraw the sword this time, but A'Quan did."

There was still a smile in her eyes.

Ximen Chuuxue's fingertips trembled slightly.

But he heard the person stabbed in his heart whisper: "Master, can you listen to me, Ah Qun..."

Her voice was trembling, so thin that it was barely audible.

The white-clothed swordsman approached slowly, and then he heard the beauty chuckle: "Master, don't forget about A Qun."

Her face was already stained with blood, and she had to take a breath every time she said a word.

Big blood-colored flowers bloomed on the water-red dress, winding down the fingertips.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally closed her eyes slowly.

She looked extremely beautiful like this, with a smile on her face as if she was asleep.

The wind and cold rustle, the moon sets and the stars move.

The pear blossoms on the branches are stained with blood.

After a long time, the swordsman in white smiled lightly:

"Is it true that Ah Qun said she likes me?"

His voice was cold, but it sounded a bit weird, but unfortunately, no one in the courtyard answered.

'Learn the sword of that person's life, and return it to him one by one. '

'Destroy his wishes. '

Master, you will never be able to enter the Tao in this life~

A faint sigh was heard, and the pear blossoms in the courtyard melted into blood, and the glistening red clothes slowly turned into dust, wet in the soil by the rain.

The swordsman's broken hand sank deep into the wet soil.

After a long time, he smiled slowly.

"Ah Qun, don't you ever try to lie to me again."

In the winter of the 12th year of Jinyuan.

It was a grand event in the Jianghu, when the world's two greatest swordsmen battled at the top of the Forbidden City.

Ximen Chuixue died.

Lu Xiaofeng buried his body with his wife's clothes.

Covered in white snow, Wanmei sends each other off, but it is always silent.

In Baiyun City, South China Sea:

It was late at night, but there were still people awake.

The lights in the study were still on.

The swordsman in the black helmet coughed, and slowly placed the silver bead bell on the candlestick.

Ye Gucheng slowly closed his eyes, but thought of the man coming barefoot late at night.

"City Lord, would you like to taste this lovesickness?"

That voice is gone.