When the girl thrust out the twenty-third sword, Luo Jiujiang held down the hilt of the knife at his waist; when the girl thrust out the thirty-sixth sword, Luo Jiujiang drew the sword from its sheath; when the girl thrust out the forty-second sword, the tip of Luo Jiujiang's sword briefly met the blade, but was then dodged by the girl's snake-like sword.
When the fifty-fourth sword missed, the two men landed on the ground at the same time, only a few feet apart. Luo Jiujiang glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and found that under the stone tablet, there was a straight line deliberately paved with stones.
He was so focused on looking at the words on the stone tablet that he didn't notice it. However, when the two of them clashed, the wind from their swords swept across the ground, and the sharp sword energy stirred up the flying snow, causing the stone line to appear from under the snow.
"Miss, you're too quick." Luo Jiujiang touched the thin strip of his fur collar that had been cut, and sighed with some regret. "I've left that stone line now. I wonder if you could listen to me for a moment?"
The girl's face was frozen as she slowly shook her head. "Sister said that if I felt the person stepping on the line was a threat, I could kill him."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Facing the two gloomy glances cast by the girl, Luo Jiujiang instantly understood what she meant: he made her feel threatened.
"Miss, let's not fight for now and just talk about reason." Luo Jiujiang said with a wry smile, "When you attack, all your moves are lethal, and your speed is so fast. If I didn't make you feel threatened, you would have been lying here, unable to breathe. Your sister said such a long sentence, but she didn't mean to kill you if you stepped on the line, right?"
If this girl was like the murderers or cannibals Luo Jiujiang had encountered before, Luo Jiujiang wouldn't even bother talking to her, let alone reasoning with her. However, while this girl's murderous intent was pure, she wasn't madly bloodthirsty. Her every word and action always struck Luo Jiujiang as a bit odd.
She uttered four sentences in total, two of which were prefixed with "Sister said." That would have been fine, but analyzing the content of her words revealed that they all seemed to adhere to some very rigid code.
Perhaps it was Luo Jiujiang's illusion, or because Luo Jiujiang had no more appropriate description - he felt that the girl was like a puppet.
Luo Cang had previously offered Luo Jiujiang many puppets as sparring partners, some of which were high-end enough to speak a few words. According to his master, when a puppet reaches its peak state, it can speak and behave as freely as a living person.
Although the girl in front of him used killing moves, she was completely different from those monks who would take human lives in exchange for things and fill their stomachs. She had a kind of deathly aura that was very similar to that of a puppet, and she had no vitality of her own.
"Sister said I can kill."
The girl said coldly before thrusting her sword forward. Her sword moves were not coherent, much less methodical. To call them a coordinated set of moves was simply wishful thinking. The only way to describe them was to describe them as fast, extremely fast!
Even someone like Luo Jiujiang, who possessed the power of the Huifeng Bagua Step, couldn't match the girl's speed. The rapier was naturally nimble and light, and she wielded it with ease and grace.
Since Luo Jiujiang developed his perception, this was the first time he was unable to do anything when he saw his opponent's open goal.
Because this girl is too fast.
He had just spotted an opening in the girl's attack when the other party thrust forward with her sword. With Luo Jiujiang's agility, dodging and shaking her off was already quite difficult. To go one step further and subdue the girl, who knows how much effort it would take.
The two exchanged hundreds of quick moves, and the time passed in the blink of an eye. Just as Luo Jiujiang raised his sword and swung his left foot diagonally towards the girl's lower abdomen, the girl leaped up and pounced on him like a hawk with wings spread wide!
Luo Jiujiang, who was always unsure whether she was a puppet, suddenly remembered something!
The girl didn't even glance at Luo Jiujiang's inky blade, which stood between them. Instead, she used her left collarbone to ram it. At the same time, she gathered strength in her right hand, aimed the sword at Luo Jiujiang's neck, and raised it to stab him!
If this strike had landed firmly, it would have kept the girl from lifting her left hand for three months. Luo Jiujiang hastily withdrew his knife, but he still underestimated the opponent's speed and determination. The girl lunged forward, facing the blade. Unable to turn quickly, the blade scraped through the girl's clothes, rubbing a layer of her flesh.
The skin covering the scapula was already thin, so the blow was brutally brutal, piercing the bone. Luo Jiujiang dodged the gleaming sword tip with a near-embarrassment, taking the opportunity to withdraw more than ten steps and sigh, "Please stop, young lady! 'Drawing the sword to cut the water makes it flow faster, and my pulse kills without vengeance.' So you're not a puppet, but the assassin who cut the water."
Duan Shui sect is a swordsmanship school, which is divided into two categories: Upper Duan Shui and Lower Duan Shui. Upper Duan Shui's moves are calm and slow, with the appearance of a master, while Lower Duan Shui's moves are swift and brutal, even at the cost of one's life.
Luo Jiujiang had heard Luo Cang comment on this school of thought. For example, the reason for the saying, "I kill without holding grudges," stemmed from the fact that those who learned the art of cutting off water early in life would often commit suicide immediately after killing someone, to show that all grudges were forgiven. However, over the years, this school of thought had long been used to cultivate brainwashed assassins who had no regard for their own lives.
No wonder he thought the girl was unimpressive before, it turns out to be like this.
Even after her origins were exposed, the girl's face remained expressionless. The wound on her left collarbone soaked a large area of her clothes, dripping onto the snow as she moved. However, her reaction was as if frozen by the ice and snow, not knowing how to stop, and not feeling the pain.
Just as the two men had been facing each other for a long time, about to renew their fight, the sound of a heavy stone lock rubbing against the snow, which Luo Jiujiang had heard before, rang out in the distance. Their ears twitched simultaneously, and they turned their heads in the same direction. They saw a girl in thin clothing, heavy stone locks clasped on her wrists, slowly approaching through the snow.
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