Chapter 656： Holding Hands (5)

"Thank you General Qi Qi for your concern!" Bai Muxiao smiled lightly, not frightened, as if all the noise was not in her eyes.

Everyone stared at Bai Muxiao's every move, and when she saw her scabbard horizontally, she suddenly sang loudly, "Zhao Kehuan Hu Huo, Wu Gouxue Xueming."

Almost at the same time as the last word fell, Yinguang flashed, and she had pulled the sword out of the scabbard neatly. The silver sword and Xueyi complemented each other, and there was a certain "Wu Gou Xueming" mood.

Bai Muxiao's action of drawing a sword touched the emperor's eyes, and his heart relaxed a little. It seems that he did not read the wrong person, this little girl is not only a bit of courage, but also a bit of real skill!

The people in the water pavilion were also surprised, and did not expect that the cousin girl of Nangongfu had such skill, even the two envoys of Xirong were staring, attracted by her performance.

"The silver saddle shines on a white horse, like a meteor." Bai Muxiao continued to sing, and at the same time pierced the sword in his hand. The first sword was flat, but with the next sentence "kill a person in ten steps, stay a thousand miles away." OK ", she turned abruptly, her figure was light and ghostly, and the sword in her hand pierced forward, and the skirt flew up, as if a white lotus burst out. In contrast to this, she pierced This sword is sharp, almost like lightning, imposing like a rainbow, the sharp point of his sword pierced into Cha Muhan's throat ...

Cha Muhan is Wenchen, and he has no power to bind the chicken. Seeing the sharp sword coming towards himself, his body can't reflect it, his eyes are narrowed, his body and head are leaning back, but he sits on the backrest chair There is nowhere to turn back, but I can only watch as the cold sword tip is getting closer and closer to myself, and a thought can't help but come to mind: Is it true that I am dead today?

The face of Qiqisha next to him changed greatly, holding the armrests of the swivel chair with both arms, intending to use his strength to stand up, but his hip was only an inch away from the chair, and he immediately realized that it was wrong. It seems stern, straightening the throat, but it is not murderous, I am afraid ...

Qi Qi Sandan's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he held it. The next moment, he saw that the sword's tip had been suddenly closed, and stopped at less than half a foot away from Chamuhan.

Qi Xun Shamen's heart was secretly dangerous. If he jumped from his chair for a moment, and this woman received the sword, it would become the shadow of the Xiyeren Cup, and the shame would be too big!

This little girl!

Qi Qi Sandan sat back calmly again, his sharp eyes flew towards Bai Mu Xiao.

The corner of the mouth under Bai Muxiao's veil slightly hooked, giving the other party a provocative look, and then after a short pause, the speed of swinging the sword suddenly increased, from extremely slow to rapid, forming a sharp contrast. After that, she danced The rhythm is getting faster and faster, and every flying body, every sword swing, contains an incomparable beauty of force, which is in great contrast with her petite and weak body.

One sword and one dance, the beauty is breathtaking.

An ethereal bamboo flute sounded suddenly, crisp, bright, and extremely penetrating, subtly blending with the cold sword light and the girl's singing.

"Hello……"

For a while, I saw that the sword was shining, such as the sunset on the ground, and the dance was robust and light, just like the fairy flying on the dragon; the flute sounded with the sword dance and chanting slowly, sometimes lightly and heavy; when the dance was over, the sword in the hand The shadow is like a calm wave on the river and sea ...

At the same time, Bai Mu Xiao's singing speed slowed down as the sword dance gradually closed: "Death of the chivalrous bones, not jealous of the world."