"Thank you for your concern." Bai muxiao faintly smile, not surprised not angry, as if all the noise are not in her eyes.
They all stare at Bai muxiao's every move. When she makes a horizontal scabbard, she suddenly sings in a loud voice: "Zhao Ke man Hu Ying, Wu hook frost snow Ming."
Almost as the last word fell, the silver light flashed. She had pulled the sword out of the scabbard. The silver sword and the snow clothes matched each other. It really had the artistic conception of "Wu hook, frost and snow".
Bai muxiao's action of pulling out his sword made the emperor's eyes have a trace of interest, and his heart is also slightly relaxed. He has the interest of enjoying the dance. I don't think I'm wrong. This little girl not only has some courage, but also has some real skills!
All the people in the waterside pavilion were also surprised by Mu Lu. Unexpectedly, the table girl of Nangong mansion had such skills. Even the two Xirong envoys were staring at each other and were attracted by her performance.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it's rustling like a meteor." Bai muxiao continued to sing and stabbed the sword out of her hand. The first sword was ordinary. However, with the next sentence, "kill one person in ten steps, do not leave a line for thousands of miles", she suddenly turned around. The sword in her hand stabbed forward, and her skirt danced like white lotus blossoming. In contrast, the sword she stabbed out was The sharp sword point stabbed cha Muhan's throat
Cha Muhan was a minister of literature. He had no strength to bind a chicken. He saw that the sword suddenly came to him, but his body could not reflect it. His eyes were wide open and his body and head were reflexively backward. However, he sat in the armchair on his back, and there was no place to retreat. He could only watch the sword tip flashing cold light getting closer and closer to him. An idea came to his mind: can we say today My life is over?
His face changed greatly. He put his arms on the armrest of the armchair and tried to use his strength to lift himself up. However, his buttocks were only an inch away from the chair. He immediately realized that it was not right. The sword of the woman seemed sharp and straight to the throat, but it was not murderous. I'm afraid it was
Samurai Qibi's eyes narrowed slightly and held back. Sure enough, the next moment, he saw that the tip of the sword had suddenly stopped and stopped at a distance of less than half a foot from chamuhan.
There was a danger in his heart. If he jumped out of the chair just now, and the woman took back his sword, it would be a shame for them to lose their face!
This little girl!
He sat back quietly, his eyes like a sharp blade flew towards Bai muxiao.
Bai muxiao's mouth is slightly hooked under the veil, giving the other party a provocative look. Then, after a short pause, the speed of her sword swing suddenly increases, from extremely slow to rapid, forming a sharp contrast. After that, the rhythm of her dance becomes faster and more intense Every flying body and every sword swing contains an incomparable beauty of strength, which is in great contrast to her delicate and weak body.
A sword and a dance are breathtaking.
A burst of ethereal bamboo flute suddenly sounded, clear, bright, extremely endowed with penetrating power, cleverly blended with the cold sword light and the girl's singing.
"It's time to brush off my clothes and hide in my name."
For a while, I saw the sword shining like the sun setting on the earth. The dancing posture was vigorous and agile, just like a group of immortals flying on a dragon. The sound of flute combined with sword dance and singing was slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes light and heavy. At the end of the dance, the sword shadow in the hand was like the calm wave light on the river and sea
At the same time, Bai muxiao's singing speed also slowed down with the sword dance: "even if you die of chivalrous bone fragrance, don't be ashamed of the world's heroes."
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