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Part One: The Condor Chapter 138: White Frost

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    The sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang" can be heard endlessly. The five people are stepping on the green pine branches, with elegant figures, rabbits are rising and falcons are falling, extremely fast. From a distance, they look like five birds playing and competing with each other.

    "Om ma ha ha!" The three old men who were suppressed by Zhang Qingyun and Duan Ziyan's swords suddenly shouted loudly in unison, and the four words squeezed out of their chests struck each other like giant cymbals,  The thunder from the sky exploded with a powerful force that could make people's souls fly away.

    Caught off guard, Zhang Qingyun's master and apprentice couldn't help but feel stagnant. The branch under their feet sank. The sword paused slightly. In a moment, golden light suddenly lit up. At this time, the person wielding the sword had become calm, and the power contained in the sword suddenly became stronger.  Becoming stronger, the extraordinary strength of these three people was finally revealed.

    One of the three men fluttered and retreated suddenly. The scimitars in the hands of the men on both sides suddenly lit up again. Under the sun, the golden light was dazzling. Zhang Qingyun, master and disciple, wanted to stab the man with their swords, forcing the man to turn around to resist, but were blocked.  Two groups of golden light were intercepted, and one could only watch helplessly as the person who retreated stepped on the pine branch with all his strength. As the branch shook violently, he was shaped like a kite, rising slowly with the help of the power of the pine branch, constantly rising upwards, quite soaring into the sky.  The tendency to go away.

    "Haha" A long laugh came from the mouth of the man who escaped, seemingly angry and angry.

    He rose several dozen feet, and the momentum of his ascent was exhausted. Er's black crane cloak was spread wide, and when his two wide long sleeves were spread out, they looked like wings. The whole person was like a huge goshawk in the sky.  Gliding, he chased Qin Siying along the official road. Although his figure kept falling, his speed became faster and faster. The sound of the crane's cloak hunting could be heard in the air.

    Zhang Qingyun's mind was spinning, but his jade face remained cold and cold. He had weighed the situation in his heart. If Xiao Siying was caught up, Xiao Nizi's martial arts would be unreasonable. The only way to deal with it now was to step forward and block her, but that's okay.  Xiao Nizi was weak in martial arts but not weak in light skills. If the man wanted to catch up with her, it would not be easy with his speed, so he could deal with it calmly.

    Duan Ziyan has a cold expression and an elegant figure. The long sword in his hand is as fast as lightning. He is fast and fast, constantly forcing the opponent to use the sword to parry.

    She could clearly see that the eyes of the two old men from the outside world opposite her were slightly brown. Although their eyebrows were deeply contoured, which was different from those of people from the Central Plains, she could understand the expressions on their faces. They had changed from being indifferent to being serious, and their swords were  The power coming from above is getting heavier and heavier. If it weren't for his deep internal strength, which constantly resolves the soreness and numbness coming from the palm of his hand, the long sword would have been released long ago.

    "Master! Unparalleled Sword!" Duan Ziyan saw that the two men's scimitars were like lightning, but he remembered the critical moment. After thinking about it for a moment, he knew the advantage of his scimitar. He changed his mind and shouted to Zhang Qingyun.

    Zhang Qingyun's sword, which was originally as fast as lightning, suddenly converged, changed from fast to slow, and slowly drew an arc, which was indescribably dazzling.

    The long sword did not directly pierce the two of them. The tip of the sword drew a semi-circular arc, faintly blocking the two's attack line. The other long sword also drew a semi-circular arc like hers, and the two swords formed a  Completely round, all avenues for attack in front of him seem to be closed.

    The two men's scimitars were extremely strange. The speed of swinging the swords was almost comparable to the speed of their swords. Every time the swords struck each other, a bit of the internal force contained in the swords was removed by the arc of the swords, and the power was greatly reduced.

    Duan Ziyan has clearly thought about the characteristics of the scimitar. It is good for hand-to-hand combat, but it is not good at long-range attacks. It is not as long as the sword in his hand, so he can deal with it calmly.

    "The Wushuang Sword is a sword used by two people to join forces. It is used when encountering strong opponents. It has excellent defense and is ranked first in Qingwei's swordsmanship. However, the two people wielding the sword must also have some tacit understanding.

    Duan Ziyan's martial arts is already inferior to that of one person from the Qingwei Sword Sect, and is superior to everyone else. If you find someone who is closest to Zhang Qingyun in the sect, it must be Duan Ziyan, and the two masters and disciples have been together for nearly ten years.  The relationship between master and disciple is so good that they don't think twice. The unparalleled swords they use are really impenetrable and impregnable.

    "Qiang Qiang!" The two of them blocked the extremely powerful impact of the opponent's scimitar, and then the two long swords struck each other along the direction of the swords, offsetting the huge force on the swords through the opponent's long sword without affecting themselves.

    "Jeremiah!" A strange shout came from a slightly slender man. His brown eyes suddenly lit up, and his face with deep outlines tightened. In the eyes of master and disciple Zhang Qingyun, he felt a little  Weird.

    Although I couldn’t understand what he said, his expression showed anger. The golden light drawn by the scimitar became more and more dazzling, almost comparable to the sun above his head.

    The other person seemed to be starting to fight with all his strength. His slightly curly yellow hair moved without wind, and his scimitar made a faint whistling sound, as if there was wind and thunder in it.

    Unfortunately, Zhang Qingyun's master and apprentice's unparalleled swordsmanship drew a perfect arc. The sword force became a little faster as the scimitar became faster. The two scimitars were like two wild beasts imprisoned in one place.  Although he struggled in every possible way, he could not escape the head-on blows from the two long swords.

    "Woo!" Another shouting sound sounded, which made Zhang Qingyun's heart skip a beat, because?One of the two people suddenly jumped away, stepped on the pine branches, and the path was like the arc of the scimitar in his hand, and actually went around behind Zhang Qingyun and Duan Ziyan.

    The Wushuang Sword was immediately cracked!

    This is the meaning of the Wushuang sword. The so-called Wushuang means that the opponent can only have one person and one direction.

    "You go first!" Zhang Qingyun concentrated on dealing with the lightning-like golden light, and made a decisive decision to let Duan Ziyan go first.  The martial arts of these two people are not weaker than his own, and it is rare for them to be able to sustain themselves until now. If they are defeated by each of them, you will know the consequences.

    They just wanted to leave, but it was not that easy. The two of them had already suffered a loss once, so they would not fall twice in the same place. They were prepared for it. As soon as Zhang Qingyun said the words, the scimitar from the opposite side came like lightning.  She moved to parry, and the sword style changed, from downward slashing to horizontal slashing, and then back to swiping obliquely. It was as agile and cunning as an arrow, and the golden light filled the sky, making it difficult to guard against.

    Without Zhang Qingyun's support, Duan Ziyan's martial arts immediately pales in comparison. Compared to his opponent, Duan Ziyan's martial arts skills pale in comparison.

    Although Zhang Qingyun's sword is thin, it has powerful internal strength. There is always a strange force on the sword, which is ever-changing and can limit the speed of the scimitar. Every time it comes into contact, the opponent always seems to have stepped into the mire, and the momentum of the scimitar slows down.  , but Duan Ziyan has not yet reached such a level. The eagle king's scimitar is unscrupulous, getting faster and faster, the golden light flashes, like a light curtain shrouding her, she can only use moves, but there is no more  The power to fight back.

    "Haha" In the deep laughter, the scimitar was a little stronger, and the sharp whistling sound was as harsh as a needle. One of the Three Eagle Lords looked at Duan Ziyan's beautiful face, with a look of pity on his face, as if  I couldn't bear it in my heart, but I showed no mercy in my hands, slashing straight down, like breaking off a Huashan Mountain, scattering an afterimage, but under the sun, there was a bit of beauty.

    Duan Ziyan's hands were numb, and his internal energy could no longer be completely eliminated. The opponent was too fast, so he could only subconsciously raise his sword to block it.

    With a "dang" sound, Duan Ziyan felt something bad in her hand. She quickly retreated, but she was too late. The golden light had already covered her, and the sharp whistle made her confused.

    Zhang Qingyun has been distracted by two things. When he saw his disciple like this, he was horrified. He didn't expect that the Purple Smoke Sword could not withstand a strike from the scimitar. He tried to rescue him but was unable to do so.

    "Ah!" "Crack"

    The two three eagles, who were originally menacing and ferocious, suddenly let out two soft screams like deflated rubber balls. Then there was a crunching sound on the branches, but the two eagles fell to the bottom of the tree.

    Zhang Qingyun was not affected by the strange behavior of the two people. He floated and arrived in front of Duan Ziyan. He saw her standing stunned with the broken sword and her face was pale. He did not dare to touch her, so he hurriedly called out: "Zi Yan?  Purple smoke!”

    "Master, what is going on?" Duan Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief as she narrowly escaped death. This was not the first time she had encountered such a dangerous situation, and she was not the only one who was frightened and panicked.

    "You're not injured?!" Zhang Qingyun also took a long breath and looked at Duan Ziyan carefully. It seemed that his beloved eldest disciple was not injured.

    "No, how did Master hurt them?" Duan Ziyan shook his head slightly and pointed at the two motionless people in the woods at his feet with his half-cut sword. One of them was lying on his stomach and the other was lying on his side, but they were irregular.  , the way their bodies fell to the ground was extremely awkward. It was obvious at a glance that the two of them had lost the ability to move while they were in the air, and were blocked by branches three times and fell to the ground.

    Her eyes showed doubts, she had never seen her master use a hidden weapon!

    "It's not me." Zhang Qingyun shook her head, and a layer of doubt flashed across her cold and jade-like face. Only then did she think about why these two people fell down for no reason and fell to the ground motionless. Could they be dead?  ?

    "Sun Baishuang, the disciple of Guanlan, has met Master Zhang!" A soft and cold voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

    The two of them turned around and looked around. About ten feet away, there stood a beautiful woman with a slender figure. She was wearing a sapphire blue man's gown. The breeze was blowing and the train of the clothes was fluttering, which gave her a unique style.

    Hearing the word Guanlan, Zhang Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, kind?  No, disgusted?  No, happy?  No, she couldn't tell the difference in her heart!

    Her state of mind, which was like reflecting an object in a bright mirror, suddenly became a little chaotic and lost its original clarity. Her mind couldn't help but think of that ordinary smiling face, a gentle and lazy smile, but behind it there was an unruly and unruly spirit.  Arrogant, just like there are turbulent waves under the calm sea, that face is really annoying!

    "You plotted against them?!" Zhang Qingyun is not a saint who cannot express his anger. His voice is cold and his tone is quite unkind. His cold face is covered with frost. Duan Ziyan next to her suddenly feels cold. The sunshine in the sky  It also couldn't dispel the coldness coming from around me.

    "This little girl was ordered to accompany Master Zhang and had to act like this. I hope that Master Zhang will forgive me!" Sun Baishuang's figureShe is small and beautiful as a flower, but she is also a cold beauty. Standing at the end of the pine branch, she bows her hands slightly, as if to apologize, but her voice is also cold and cold, somewhat similar to Zhang Qingyun.

    There are four disciples under Sun Tzu Ming, Sun Qiufeng, Sun Qiuyu, Sun Baishuang, and Sun Mingzhu, all of whom are Lanzhi treasure trees and green horses. Sun Qiufeng and Sun Qiuyu were sent to Guo Jing in Xiangyang to protect Guo Jing's safety and learn from him.  The study of military formations.  Sun Baishuang was sent to protect Zhang Qingyun and his party.

    "Master, hurry up and chase Junior Sister!" Duan Ziyan suddenly woke up, his face changed, and he was very anxious. In front of these three people, Junior Sister's martial arts was just a child's trick.

    "Master Zhang, please be at ease, the person who is chasing Miss Qin has also been plotted against by the little girl."

    Sun Baishuang said slowly and unhurriedly, a faint smile appeared in her clear eyes like round apricots. The breeze moved slightly, and her body was so light that it seemed that she could not deform the pine branches at all.

    Duan Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very grateful in his heart. He deeply understood that if Miss Sun had not taken action, I am afraid that the positions of herself, her master, and those two people would have been reversed.

    "But why is Master frowning and looking evil?"  She is not a pedantic person. She is not secretly unhappy because her opponent is being treated by others. Why is she so rude to her savior?  It’s really puzzling!

    "Did Xiao Yuesheng ask you to come?!" Zhang Qingyun stepped slightly and jumped in front of Sun Baishuang. The sword glowed with cold light and slowly returned to its sheath. When she asked, her tone was indifferent and quite unpredictable.  His joy and anger.

    "The little girl is following the master's order!" Sun Baishuang also said lightly, her delicate jade face was as cold as iron, and the cold air was faint. She frowned secretly, and anger suddenly arose in her heart. How could others call her master's name casually?  have to!

    She regards her master as a god because of his incomprehensible nature, but when he is in front of him, it is like she is in front of him. His magical power can be said to be penetrating the heavens and the earth. The last time he rescued Xie everyone, the sky and the earth changed color, and the stars changed.  , He is truly a heavenly being, how can he tolerate a trace of disrespect from others!

    "Are you a disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Claw Sun Daxia?" Zhang Qingyun's slightly melancholy eyebrows slightly raised, and his expression softened.

    Sun Baishuang nodded reservedly. She put her snow-white hands back into her shirt, put her hands behind her back, and stood with her hands behind her back. It was very similar to Xiao Yue's daily posture in her life.

    "I have been admiring my respected master for a long time, but I just didn't have the opportunity to meet him. It turns out that he is a great disciple!" Zhang Qingyun's expression softened a little, like the snow on the iceberg slowly melting.

    She had deep admiration for Sun Zi Ming, the Claw of the Heavenly Thunder God, because of his chivalrous deeds of hating evil. Deep down in her heart, she had a deep hatred of evil people and a murderous intention. In the eyes of others, Sun Zi Ming was a bit ruthless.  In her eyes, it was an act of gratification, which really made her feel happy.

    Duan Ziyan fell under the tree, leaned over and explored the two motionless people lying on the ground, shook his head, and jumped back to his master.

    Sun Baishuang glanced at the two people who were motionless, and smiled slightly: "The blood of these two people has been controlled by the little girl, and they are at the mercy of Master Zhang!"

    Zhang Qingyun glanced at the two men and shook his head. He originally wanted to take their lives, but felt that they were a bit pitiful for following orders. He sighed: "Forget it, let them fend for themselves!  By the way, Sundess Xia  Have you ever heard of the title Heavenly Saint?"

    "Heavenly Saint? I don't think I've ever heard of it!" Sun Baishuang didn't care about the lives of those two people. When she heard Zhang Qingyun's question, she pondered for a moment, and finally shook her head slowly.

    "They are some kind of Heavenly Saint sent to take the lives of our three masters and disciples. I am also confused. I have never messed with any Heavenly Saint. Why do you want our lives?!" Zhang Qingyun, who was deep in thought, stopped thinking.  It was so cold, but it made Sun Baishuang feel a little warm.

    "It's better to ask my master, he is profound and knows everything!" Sun Baishuang gave what he thought was a brilliant suggestion.

    "Humph let's forget it!" Zhang Qingyun's expression changed, he spoke very quickly, and refused without hesitation, which immediately made Sun Baishuang a little suspicious. Is there any emotional entanglement between this head Zhang and his master?  ?  !

    She suddenly felt a little bit excited and had the pleasure of waiting to see a good show.

    Sun Baishuang didn't think there was anything wrong with his master's licentious nature. Having three wives and four concubines was a common thing. A person like his master should be accompanied by many beauties.

    "Hey, it's a pity that the master is not in the village for a while but all the masters and grandmothers must also know about this so-called saint girl." Sun Baishuang's clear eyes rolled slightly, and then he began to shake his head and sigh, pretending to say it unintentionally.  He opened his mouth, turned his jade-white little hand over, and a handful of pine needles in his hand fell down one after another.

    Zhang Qingyun suddenly felt something in his heart, and there was still a faint coldness on his face. He stared at the falling pine needles on the opposite side, pretending to be unintentional and asked: "Oh? Your master is not here.Shouchi?  It's a pity. I wonder when he will be able to return to the village?  "

    "I'm afraid I won't be back in a short time. I think I went to Lin'an!" Sun Baishuang took out the white silver silk scarf in her sleeve and wiped her little hands.

    Although her eyes were soft and careless, she was paying close attention to Zhang Qingyun's every move, trying to see through his subtle expressions. She was a little worried that she would be self-defeating. Her master's whereabouts could not be revealed at will.

    "Eh?Could it be that Sundess Xia used pine needles as a hidden weapon?" Duan Ziyan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and shut up again. Her face turned slightly red, showing a hint of embarrassment. She regretted her fierce wave and used pine needles to  It's a hidden weapon, somewhat whimsical.

    Sun Baishuang pursed her lips and smiled, then put the white silk scarf back into her sleeves, as if there were waves of light flowing in her eyes: "Sister Duan has such a good eye!"

    A cold light flashed in Zhang Qingyun's eyes, and it disappeared quickly, but he didn't say a word.

    "I didn't expect Sun Sun Xia to have such skill, it's really amazing!" Duan Ziyan couldn't help but admire when he heard that his guess came true. From the bottom of his heart, even his master couldn't pick leaves like this.  The ability to hurt people.

    But Sun Baishuang didn't look proud at all, and smiled faintly: "The little girl's skill is really insignificant, far worse than my senior brother and it was just a trick. Head Zhang and Sister Duan made them have no time to care, so they  Will be easily plotted by me."

    "Granddaughter, I want to visit Guanlan Villa. Is this abrupt?" Zhang Qingyun suddenly asked, and the decision he made surprised Duan Ziyan.

    "Welcome, of course you are welcome!" Sun Baishuang was overjoyed and secretly proud of herself. Her cold, delicate jade face was extremely soft and soft. One was cold and the other was hot. The enthusiasm shown by the huge contrast was really irresistible. She held her hands and smiled:  "The masters and grandmothers have been friends with Master Zhang for a long time, and they will be extremely happy to see you!"

    Zhang Qingyun frowned and glanced with a cold gaze. He was wary of Sun Baishuang's excessive enthusiasm because she was too abnormal.

    "My masters and grandmothers often say that in today's martial arts world, there are only a handful of women who can match their male eyebrows, and Master Zhang is even more rare. I wish I hadn't had the chance to meet him." Sun Baishuang was also very careful. When he saw Zhang Qingyun's expression, he smiled and said  .

    As she spoke, her jade hand suddenly stretched out and pointed at the motionless person under the tree. Two dim golden lights flashed past, and the two scimitars appeared in her hands.

    Her small hands were barely able to hold the handles of two swords wrapped with red ropes. She turned them back and forth, carefully examined the scimitars in her hands for a few times, and secretly muttered: "I wonder if they are made of gold?! Can be transformed into gold?"  A lot of golden needles, it would be nice to give them to Sister Xiaolan."

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    "Sir, master and apprentice Zhang Qingyun were ambushed on the road, and they are now on their way to the villa." In the soft glow of night pearls, Xiaoyu, who was wearing moon-white silk pajamas, had blushing cheeks and was as gorgeous as a peach and plum. She gently pushed away  There was a silent step at the door, and the trains of her clothes were flowing. Tingting crept into the room, holding an exquisite silver plate in her hand, with jasper pots and white jade cups placed on it in an orderly manner.

    "Um who did it?" Xiao Yuesheng, who was wearing loose moon-white pajamas on a soft down mattress, faced the curtain with his back, holding a splash-ink landscape painting in his hand and looking at it carefully, and responded to Xiaoyu's words casually.

    Two cream-white brocade quilts were placed at his feet, making his feet high and his head low. He didn't even have a pillow, so he lay down very carelessly.

    "It is said that he is Lord Three Eagles under the Heavenly Saint. He looks like someone from the Western Region. He uses a scimitar. The material of the scimitar is also quite strange. It looks like gold but not gold. Bai Shuang has never seen it before."

    Xiaoyu glanced lovingly at her husband who was not lying down, then bent down and placed the silver plate on the jade table beside the bed. Then she turned around and went to the outer room to close the door. Without any delay, she spoke softly, with a soft voice,  It feels like a spring breeze to hear it.

    "Holy Maid of Heaven, haha, your tone is quite good." Xiao Yuesheng put down his arm and laid the painting on his chest. He turned his head and stared at the graceful Xiaoyu, and smiled, which was quite a bit amusing.

    "Well, the tone is not bad, but the martial arts is not low either. According to Bai Shuang, the martial arts of each of the three people is much better than that of Zhang Zhang. This is a decisive battle This Heavenly Saintess  He seems to be a prudent person!" Xiaoyu sat back on the bed gracefully, close to Xiao Yuesheng, holding the wine bottle on the bedside with her little hand, filling the two jade cups.

    "So, this Heavenly Saint should not be underestimated?" Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, indicating that he would not drink now.

    "Baishang judged that those three people are still not the strongest. I am afraid that there is a more powerful master under the Heavenly Saintess, eh"

    She talked eloquently, put down the wine bottle, and suddenly fell down, but Xiao Yuesheng pulled her down on top of him.

    "Young Master" Xiaoyu stretched out her arm and gave him a gentle push.Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and her beautiful eyes were filled with sparkling light.

    Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, and the landscape painting with a few wrinkles pressed by Xiaoyu slowly floated back to the desk in front of the Xuan window. With an inexplicable smile on his face, he stroked Xiaoyu's tender cheek with his big hand: "This time you  There is no need to personally intervene, let those boys show their skills and leave it to them to find out this Heavenly Saint. After learning so much, it’s time to put what they have learned to use!"

    "Yes." Xiaoyu slowly fell on the young master, her head pressed against the solid chest, feeling indescribable peace in her heart.
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