Chapter 630： Rebirth Daughter 8

The voice suddenly became heavy, and it was no longer the briskness at all.

The fiddle is getting faster and faster, and the speed of hand turning is getting faster and faster, but the dull and depressed feeling has never disappeared.

It was like the **** hysteria when the two armies fought.

Situ Feng, who had been expressionless, raised his head suddenly and fixed his gaze at Shangguan Qingxue.

Although Situ Feng was a prince, he had been marching outside to fight battles all the year round, and he had never liked the depressive voice of those official ladies.

Unexpectedly, I could hear such a straightforward music all of a sudden.

Xuan Yunzhi tilted his head and glanced at the guards standing on the periphery of the ring.

She jumped up quickly and drew out the long sword.

The sharp blade seemed to pierce the sky under the faint moonlight.

After that, she jumped back and danced her sword. No, that's not a dance, that's a way to kill the enemy.

She has strong wrist strength, although she is a woman, but every move is sharp and rigid.

got windy.

The breeze blew away the long hair, and the white clothes fluttered under her movements.

The hard and neat moves do not lose the femininity of the woman, every move and every move, under the shining of the moonlight, is so amazing and amazing.

She can't dance.

But no one is better at killing people than her.

She smiled with red lips, shallow, and the expression on her face was harmless, but her eyes were cold and indifferent without temperature.

Such a magical and stunning appearance on the same person.

Situ Feng was originally attracted by the sound of the piano, but in the end his sight was firmly locked by the woman in white.

He seemed to have been completely brought into it, as if he was at war with her, she looked down on the heroes, and she was defeated steadily.

He can even hear the sound of his chest thumping, beating urgently.

Shangguan Qingxue was completely plunged into her own emotions, the crazy tune, as if it had already come to war.

But when it reached the highest point, there was a touch.

Her hands gripped the strings fiercely.

She tried too hard and too fast, the strings pierced her fingers instantly, and the blood flowed down.

At the same time, the long sword in Xuan Yunzhi's hand was instantly broken, becoming the remains of the broken sword.

Shangguan Qingxue's eyes were bloodshot and flushed, and she gasped for breath.

Xuan Yunzhi stood quietly in the corner, holding a broken sword in his hand, with his head lowered, her face covered by her long black hair.

The audience was silent and silent.

After a long time, Shangguan Qingxue seemed to finally recover, letting go of her hand holding the strings, bang, bang, bang, and the sound of the piano was again pleasant.

The depression in the sound of the piano seemed to slowly dissipate.

Until, the last note fell.

The broken sword in Xuan Yunzhi's hand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Situ Feng, who had always been icy without much ups and downs, stood up all of a sudden.

Staring straight at the two people on the stage.

The audience cheered and sighed.

Xuan Wenshan gave a face, and she was able to applaud everyone. This was something she had never thought of.

Xuan Yunzhi cracked and smiled, his lips curled in a harmless appearance.

In the sight of the crowd projected on her, she managed to capture a familiar sight.

Look up.

Si Yunxie still had that languid appearance, with a smile that Ruoyoruowu, his deep pupils passed by Xuan Yunzhi's body.

Probably, the hand that Xuan Yun Zhilu had just done was really amazing.