Useless resistance. "
Tang He pushed the horizontal blade forward to block another slash from the opponent. Tang Huailan's blade missed it and made a series of harsh sounds again. Tang He had noticed that her broken sword had been carefully polished after countless sword-to-blade encounters, but the remaining blade was still jagged, probably because she had intentionally ignored that part.
Normally, he is not a talkative person in a decisive battle. But after a few rounds, he felt the opponent's attitude to some extent - surprisingly, it was not serious at all, at least it was more "loose" than in previous encounters. He could indeed feel the pent-up power in every move. The power originated from anger, but was suppressed by her calmness. It seemed that she had no intention of fighting well from the beginning, so Tang He tried to use verbal stimulation to promote the progress of the battle. Every time he exerted more force, Huailan's skill would reach the point where he could compete with him, leaving him confused. Tang Huailan had a lot of time, but he couldn't wait too long and couldn't escape. The best he could do was to push the battlefield towards the snow inkstone pool.
"You call this resistance?"
Unexpectedly, Tang Huailan actually replied. It seems that this competition did not consume much energy on her part. Tang He knew something in his mind and continued:
"Is this the attitude of avenging a deceased friend?"
"That part hasn't come yet." Tang Huailan blocked a side attack, "Now it's about the employment."
Obviously - stalling for time. Shi Wuqi didn't know whether it was deliberate inquiring or a coincidence, but he chose this woman as an obstacle in front of him. The time that Lord Xueyue told him is coming soon, and he cannot delay it for a moment. I'm afraid that the remaining time will be more than just this battle with her, so I can't waste all my energy here. So, Tang He decided to change his style of play.
Next, every attack he made was aimed at destroying weapons. This method is not fatal, but it is effective. Before the sword, the unarmed man has basically declared defeat. For Tang Huailan, this is also the most destructive behavior. In every previous attack and every resistance, he had already judged from the clashing sounds of weapons where the remaining flaws of the broken sword were. Tang Huailan was not stupid and could judge his intentions, so she changed her defensive strategy to avoidance, like wielding a knife to cut through a cloud of smoke, but she couldn't hit him at all. Tang He's patience was about to reach its bottom line.
"It's time for you to show your true strength, right?"
"With you, it's not possible now."
According to this fighting method, Huailan's thorn chain has been broken into three parts, but it is still usable. There was a metal arrow on her elbow, which was originally fixed at the elbow joint, but he also broke it. The number of hidden weapons on his body was limited no matter what, and there were only a few that could be used. Tang He knew that. With her body broken and her armor broken, he really didn't know where this woman got the courage to hold on until now. In terms of level, he admired her very much. After all, she was one of the few people who could fight with him until now without falling.
Unfortunately, most of the time, they are characters who stand opposite to themselves.
Mu Wan and Mo Liang were approaching. The mountain roads here are a bit rugged and it is very inconvenient to get there. Compared to Yue'e, it was not easy to pass through this place. After all, there were many branches and thorns blocking the road. If you fly to a higher place, it will be difficult to find traces of prey. The two of them didn't like the situation of being chased, but there was no other way. They had to prioritize everything first.
You can't kill them yet, Yu'e knows. She should follow them and find where the incense burner is hidden. Lord Xueyue wants the stove, and the man named Tang He needs the soul-returning incense inside. As long as she gets it, her mission will be more valuable than killing these ants. It's just that she is unwilling to do so - because she doesn't like the woman running on the ground.
Just a bunch of mere humans.
A wave of air struck down, destroying the surrounding terrain and disrupting their speed. After all, if they were allowed to catch up with the Hundred Skeleton Master in time, it would be more difficult for both sides to deal with. The second time, the third time, every air wave was wrapped with a large amount of poisonous thorn-like demonic energy, like gravel in a torrent. When the fourth wave of air struck down, Mo Liang turned around and struck out with a sword, using all his strength. The two forces collided and scattered, and they all felt varying degrees of rebound. Yao'e was pushed further away, and they were pushed back a few steps. Doudou sat down on the ground and was speechless for a long time in pain.
"Are you okay?" Mu Wan pulled her up with both hands, turned to Mo Liang and said loudly: "Didn't I promise you not to work so hard anymore?"
"It's okay. It's just this level..."
"We don't want you to take any risks at all, Chi Li must have thought so too."
"...Let's go, let's go quickly."
With that said, Mo Liang continued to run forward as if to avoid the topic. Mu Wan hesitated for a while, then pulled Dou Dou after him.
When the two sides were confronting each other, they both heard the sound of someone approaching in the distance.
Tang He flicked away Huailan's last hidden weapon with the back of his knife: "Your reinforcements are coming."
"They are not my rescuers."
"Yeah?"
"No one can save me, and I don't need anyone to save me."
"Anyone can talk big."
Tang He was quite disdainful. Under the night light, he turned the horizontal knife sideways to check for wear. His knife also suffered a lot of impact, but it was better than the opponent's. However, shorter weapons are more difficult to break, just like longer chopsticks are easier to break. The distance between the two people increased again. They once again clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, bent slightly, and competed like this for the umpteenth time.
In the previous battles, Tang He did use a lot of Onmyoji's tricks. Surprisingly, although she could not decipher them one by one accurately, she had some innate talent in avoiding and interrupting them. It is also possible that it is the result of the Tang family's long-term training. After all, he still remembered that she had used some Onmyoji spells when she was in Zanglanhai. Until now, there is only a confrontation of strength between the two sides. Most women who practice martial arts are not as strong as men of the same condition, but their perseverance is amazing.
If it takes more perseverance, Tang He will not give in. Because he also has a reason why he must not retreat.
Once again, the blades collided together, and a few sparks popped out, quickly disappearing in the cold wind. Both of them looked a little messy, their hair was messy, and there were varying degrees of scars and bruises on their faces, hands, and bodies. But their eyes were always bright. It would be better to say that Tang He was also surprised by this. Those eyes that were originally bottomless and seemed to be unable to reflect anything anymore, presented an indescribable passion in them, along with some vicious curses and hatred, which were reflected exponentially from the pair of pupils, making him It's boring to watch.
"I have never regretted anything in my life..." Tang He narrowed his eyes slightly and increased his strength in his hands, "You are a very good teammate and a good enough opponent. If you want to say that I have regrets in my life, probably That’s when I didn’t point the blade at you.”
Direct provocation has never been able to shake Huailan's mood. It's too direct to say, and she has also received training in this area. But what she hates the most is such indirect and insinuations about Sang and Huai. This kind of "let go" like a charity, and the "regret" shown at this moment is too hypocritical. It seems that he is talking about this, but in fact Qinglan's death is just a glimmer of water, adding salt to the wound.
The effect was to stir up scars that had not yet healed, but at the same time, it stirred up thousands of layers of wind and snow, and huge waves.
"I have never envied anyone in my life."
Tang Huailan got the strength from nowhere and suddenly pushed him away, and the two knives made a strange buzzing sound at the same time. Tang He was even pushed back two steps, and before he could react, another side slash hit him. He retreated step by step, and the opponent pressed forward step by step.
"Not even - jealous - or anything -"
The strength she had reserved was gradually released, which was somewhat beyond Tang He's expectations. He knew that she had not fully exerted her power, but he didn't know when such a calm and slow explosion would end. Every parry after swinging the knife was accompanied by a few words of calmness and indifference. Something was wrong with him, but he couldn't think of a countermeasure under the attack of just a few words.
"You are indeed...above me, in every way."
This is a horizontal slash, and the other palm pushes out the internal force. How does she manage to have it both ways? Blocked by the forearm, the other wrist holding the knife felt sore again.
"The wealth must be more than mine. Martial arts, swordsmanship, onmyoji - I have also learned them one by one."
Tang He has retreated at least dozens of steps, and it is not a good sign to continue like this.
"You are also...probably more decisive, more vicious, and smarter than me."
"Excessive reputation——"
Tang He tried to fight back with his knife, but failed. This move was followed perfectly, staggered with the blade. His hand slipped and Huailan seized the opportunity. She used her backhand to slam the loose knife away with the back of the knife. The horizontal knife spun several times in the air and penetrated deeply into the ground beside it.
Like an unknown monument.
"...But I don't envy any of these, and I don't want them either."
This sentence is not loud. What's more, Tang He was suddenly pushed to the ground with a palm. He admitted that he was careless. The stimulation caused by words and the moment of losing his weapon made him briefly at a loss. But this is fighting, fighting, and even a moment of hesitation will cost you blood. He knew this.
He fell to the ground, frowning, staring at her in disbelief. Huailan held the broken knife in his hand and pointed the broken blade at his throat viciously. At this point, he was indeed a little careless. All the mistakes he had made in the previous battle were replayed in his mind, but it shouldn't be like this - it was clearly Tang Huailan who made more mistakes. I felt somewhat unwilling to do so. When the two of them fought against him together, it was a draw at best. I didn't expect this woman to push herself to this point. Whether it's a matter of words or a dirty trick, these are all methods of competition. He himself has used them many times. There is nothing to say, he admits it.
But...how come to this?
The moment he raised his eyes, he seemed to understand.
Under the weak night light, Huailan's silhouette looked like a pool of stagnant water without a trace of ripples. Her eyes gave people a very "light" feeling, not contempt or contempt, but just made people feel empty, ethereal, and distant. There are no impurities in those light eyes. They have all settled down, becoming hard and invulnerable in the invisible place at the bottom. The only thing that reflected in this void floating on the surface was his own astonished face.
"What I envy you is what I don't have."
"What?"
She raised the knife.
"free."
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