Long flickering snow-like flying flowers fell indifferently, in this flower city flourishing flowers and dancing butterflies open together at this time of the year.
Countless silhouettes surged around the ring at the end of the street, the noisy and staggering sound was like flowing thunder. Interspersed with the ear-piercing whistles that rang out when weapons clashed, a burly and rough man flew down in response. The only thing that could be heard was the chirping of a whip as sharp as an electric flash, and suddenly there was a flash of light in the crowd that sounded like the wind, and it turned out to be an upright and swift silhouette that took the blow that killed the man.
"Girl, match on match, also do not need to take a life." The crowd of people who were talking to each other have scattered a circle of empty road to come, and that visitor slowly put away the crystal clear soft sword handle in his hand, and that hair and sharp needle woven whip also flew back to the girl who fights in the ring hand.
"Mind your own business." That girl's light eyebrow that looked like smoke was frowned, and she was armed with a painting-like delicate armament, and she possessed a pair of black pearl-like warm but deep eyesight. Beside her green silk were fluttering ribbons, and her soft, rosy lips slowly opened, "If you just want to fight, you can take him away now."
"No ah, since the girl opened this match, I am also qualified to participate in ah, just right, I lack a daughter-in-law ah." As soon as the visitor's words counted, the girl's sharp and revolting eyes swept over his frank eyes. Upon closer inspection, the visitor was dressed in fine, delicate and tough martial clothing, and the sword he wore on his shoulder shone with unusual, ghostly traces of light. And his touch, though not a magnificent and beautiful man, was still very clear.
The pretty girl, however, stomped her foot fiercely, getting more and more depressed, apprehensive and unhappy, not wanting to marry such a smooth talker. Crossing her thorn-filled whip, she snapped, "If you want to marry you marry yourself!"
"Yes, I marry, I am not married to you in this life." The visitor laughed harshly, and a horizontal lightning-like whistling whack hit her curling whip, jarring her back several steps. The girl managed to stand still, her raging anger instantly ignited, curling the whip into a vortex to suck him in with his sword. Instead, he spun his sword around without panic, cracking her attack as best he could.
The girl was cornered, and a whine passed across her jade teeth as a shadow trail stabbed vertically towards him.
This move, though it could be seen, no one could dodge its fierce true energy.
This was the legendary Painted Eyebrows Falling Snow, one of the strongest martial arts that only women could practice.
I didn't want the visitor to actually look up to the sky and laugh, "I say, we are truly a match made in heaven." The girl said angrily, "How can you say that?"
The moment that visitor leapt into the sky, a huge trail of light from the sword leisurely drifted down like snow. Everyone was stunned in place, and a dead silence was followed by staggering exclamations and roars. The two sword qi fiercely clashed together, half a catty ending. "Who are you, and how do you know about Sword Stage Frost?" The girl froze for a moment, looking at him intently. This martial art was the strongest stance that only men could cultivate, and it was a pair with her Painted Eyebrows Falling Snow.