Above Huashan Mountain, the sun is scorching.
No one noticed the sudden appearance of the girl in white until she spoke.
Duan Yan looked at the girl in white clothes in front of him, and saw that her long hair was as black as ebony wood. The ends of her hair reached her shoulders. It was just messy and not taken care of. Although it had been cleaned, it looked like it was simply washed with mountain spring water. As for the ends of the hair, there are already some split ends.
She was wearing simple white clothes, and her skin was almost transparent and pale. Her eyes were cold and indifferent when she looked at him, but it was not the kind of eyes that looked at a dead person, but completely indifferent. Her black eyes were staring straight at herself, as if she was just waiting for her. Draw another sword.
"May I ask your Excellency..." Duan Yan just started to speak when he heard Yue Pingshan's incredible voice: "Little Senior Aunt?"
Yue Pingshan covered his neck. He, a big man in his thirties, looked at a little girl who was only eighteen or nineteen years old at best and called her "Sister Aunt", but he didn't feel any shame at all.
When Duanyan heard the words "little master aunt", his expression suddenly became stern: "Are you Huashan Shang Jiuge?"
"Huh?" Shang Jiuge nodded noncommittally and turned the Yinghuo Sword in his hand: "What are you doing here?"
She always looked a little careless, stepping on the stone surface of Huashan Mountain with her bare feet, and the white clothes on her body looked so white after washing that they felt a little loose.
Duan Yan turned his sword and bowed: "I'm Duan Yan, come to Mount Hua to pay my respects."
"Worship the mountain?" Shang Jiuge looked at him with a little anger in his eyes: "You dare to come and worship the mountain just because of your swordsmanship?"
"It's all about my sword skills." Duan Yan nodded: "I heard that Huashan Shang Jiuge's sword skills are unparalleled in the world, and he is known as the one who will be the leader in martial arts in the future. I would like to teach you today."
Saying this, Duan Yan turned his hand to hold the sword, held a sword flower in his hand, and then started to stab Shang Jiuge. He saw a bright cold light and a sword energy.
When Yue Pingshan saw this sword, he was a bystander. He realized that although this sword was not as fast and dangerous as the sword that stabbed his Yama Wang Tie before, it was not as permanent as the Yama Tie. He planned to fight for a long time. Prepare.
But Shang Jiuge always stood where he was, still looking a little bored. He casually flicked his sword at Duan Yan, who was charging towards him. The sword hit Duan Yan's thrusting sword, and he saw the crimson sword body. Ye Changjian was directly lifted into the air, and Shang Jiuge took another step forward, leaned forward, reversed the hilt of the sword, and smashed it towards the chest of Duan Yan who was charging towards him.
Only a solid muffled sound was heard. In an instant, Duanyan's sword move was broken. Someone saw the flaw, and then he was hit in the chest. He couldn't help but staggered back a few steps, and his eyes dimmed for a moment. To the extreme, my heart is as gray as death.
The Fei Ye Sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and he looked at Shang Jiuge and said in disbelief: "Is this the Dugu Nine Swords?"
Ordinary sword moves were just parry and block. Shang Jiuge actually looked at his sword move and directly stabbed the weakest part of his sword movement with the sword edge. The moment he deflected the sword move, he stepped forward again. With one additional blow, it can be said that the whole process went smoothly, like an antelope hanging its horns, nowhere to be found.
And what made Duan Yan even more desperate was that after this move, he clearly understood that not to mention that Shang Jiu Singer was holding a sword like Yinghuo, even if she was holding a wooden stick in her hand, he was definitely not her opponent.
After all, this pick and smash does not use the properties of the long sword itself, any wooden stick can do the job.
"It doesn't count." Shang Jiuge said quietly.
"You can go." She added calmly.
Duan Yan was stunned for a long time: "I want to try the sword of the King of Hell again."
Shang Jiuge raised his eyebrows: "It's useless to just learn these exquisite sword moves. The sword belongs to you, and the sword moves belong to others."
Duan Yan nodded, picked up Feiye's long sword, held the sword in both hands and said, "I accept it."
Saying this, he stabbed with his sword again like a meteor splashing down.
The so-called "King of Hell's Tie" is the death talisman of the God of Death. It is a sword that takes life away and moves forward in an indomitable way, just to make the sword move faster and more dangerous, so that it can attack but not defend.
Duanyan used this sword to defeat Yue Pingshan before because he believed that he was far superior to Yue Pingshan. In order to defeat the enemy with one move and show off his power, he used the move of King of Hell. Faced with Shang Jiu, who is known as the best swordsman of the younger generation. Song, he chose to start with the more cautious Changhong Guanri, just because he had the intention of fighting for a long time.
But Duan Yan never dreamed that Shang Jiuge would break his sword move with one strike and defeat him with a raised hand.
Duan Yan also understood that this was because he had shown mercy to Yue Pingshan before. Otherwise, Shang Jiuge would have pierced his chest with his sword.
After all, turning the hilt of the sword upside down and hitting someone with the hilt is much more difficult than piercing directly with the sword's edge.
So Duan Yan already considered himself far inferior to Shang Jiuge, but he still wanted to know how far behind the girl in front of him was his swordsmanship.
Shang Jiuge still looked at the sword. He stood on tiptoes and moved slightly. At the same time, he raised the long sword and stabbed again. This stab hit the edge of Duanyan Yan Wangtie's sword, and the Yinghuo sword was strong. , but the Fei Ye Sword was too soft, and then the sword bent like a bow. At the same time as Duan Yan shouted something bad in his heart, Shang Jiuge withdrew the sword at will. Duan Yan lost his balance and instantly rushed forward.
When Shang Jiuge waited for Duan Yan to be level with him, he turned the hilt of his sword over again and struck the opponent hard on the shoulder.
Duanyan fell to the ground and could not get up again for a while.
Shang Jiuge threw the long sword in his hand back to Yue Pingshan. He turned around and walked towards the mountain without paying attention to Duanyan who was still on the ground.
Yue Pingshan took the sword and looked at Shang Jiuge: "Is the young aunt out of seclusion?"
"Yes." Shang Jiuge said calmly: "The sword's power has been exhausted, and there is no point in working behind closed doors."
"I feel like there's sword energy here, so come over and take a look. His sword is pretty good, but it's just a little bit unpolished."
The person who spoke was obviously a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, but her tone sounded like that of a martial arts senior who was over fifty years old.
At this time, a group of children were already chattering around. The two moves that Shang Jiuge used to defeat Duan Yan were indeed extremely exquisite in the eyes of those who knew him, and could be called the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
But in the eyes of these children, he can only be described as extremely handsome.
"Little Senior Sister, Little Senior Sister is so amazing!"
"Little Senior Aunt, are you a first-class person now?"
"Little sister-in-law, your hair is already this long?"
Shang Jiuge didn't answer the first two sentences, but when the hair was mentioned, Shang Jiuge was a little surprised. She reached out and touched the hair on the back of her head, and said to herself: "So it's already so long."
"I have been in seclusion for so long without realizing it."
Saying this, she looked at Duan Yan, who was still on the ground unable to get up: "I'll lend you the sword for a while."
After she finished speaking, she bent down to pick up the Feiye sword, wrapped her left hand around her hand and held a handful of black hair, and held the sword in her right hand to cut the back of her head.
I saw bunches of black hair scattered on the ground, like clumps of seaweed, as black as sandalwood.
The girl in white stopped there and shook her head. Her previous shoulder-length hair was reduced to ear-length messy short hair.
"Feel much better."
she said quietly.
