The bare trees, one by one, shivered in the cold wind.

The sound of fallen leaves on the ground, rolling in the wind, rustling, spread throughout the ravine.

On a flat ground, Ghost Cry and the old man surnamed Wu stood opposite each other, three steps apart from each other, four eyes facing each other, each waiting for each other.

The yellow leaves shook their ankles, and sometimes they were swept up in the air, hanging on the bodies of the two of them, and hitting them in the face. The two of them were like sculptures, motionless, without even blinking their eyelids.

The bell shook slightly, and the lazy and crisp ringing rang out little by little.

Cai Wei held her sword, leaned against a big tree, and stared nervously at the field. The big black horse was by his side, and his big mouth hovered over the big black's head, straightening his neck.

Choke!

The sound of unsheath came abruptly, and the aftersound was long and long.

The old man surnamed Wu stabbed straight out with a sword, and instantly penetrated the body of the ghost cry. The body of the ghost cry turned into a bubble, and he himself appeared one step behind him.

Ghost Walk!

The weapons of both sides were unsheathed at the same time, and Ghost Cry was a step slower, so he could only retreat.

By this time, the knife was fully unsheathed, and this step back had bought him enough time.

Bite!

A spark splashed up.

The swords collided, and then bounced off at the same time.

The two of them staggered, then turned back at the same time, and swords collided again.

Bigfoot stomped heavily on the ground, bringing up a strong wind to roll up the fallen leaves all over the ground, and the ghost cried to stabilize his body.

At the other end, the old man surnamed Wu had his toes close to the ground, and as soon as his heels fell together, he stabilized his body without the slightest breath of fireworks.

Between the rise and fall of the rabbit, the two have already completed a confrontation.

The eyes of the two stared at the same time, and the old man surnamed Wu took the lead in making a move, taking off in one step, followed by a flying sword.

The ghost cry is short, the long knife breaks through the air, and the sword light seems to be bright and bright.

The blade trembled, and the edge of the sword shook slightly.

Before the body of the old man surnamed Wu fell, he took advantage of his strength to take off again. Ghost Cry pointed to the brim of the hat, raised his head slightly, and dragged the knife to stand.

A sword pierced through the air, and a sword slashed across the ground and into the sky.

The old man surnamed Wu moved, and with his waist in mid-air, he used his strength in mid-air, and a Yaozi turned over to dodge a knife. The ghost cried forward, his body spun, and a lazy donkey rolled to dodge a sword.

The old man surnamed Wu had just landed, and as soon as the ghost cried his body turned, he swept out with a knife. The old man surnamed Wu leaned back slightly, and the tip of the knife grazed his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the old man surnamed Wu was like a spring, quickly bounced back, and raised his hand to be a sword.

Bite!

The blade stabbed the hilt, and the two staggered past each other, turning again.

The long sword stabbed straight out, and the long knife stabbed straight out.

The side of the old man's body surnamed Wu wanted to dodge the blade, but the blade of the knife followed, and the tip of the knife chased directly after the body of the old man surnamed Wu.

"Hey!"

The old man surnamed Wu let out a sharp roar in his mouth, and a sword was pointed at the body of the Ghost Crying Knife, and the long knife was crooked, cutting off a few long gray hairs.

The two sides began to move around each other.

You come and go, swords bump, or touch and go, or fight with each other.

The old man surnamed Wu has excellent eyesight, and he can see the flaws in the ghost crying knife technique every time.

The ghost cry is extraordinary, advancing or retreating, every time he is in a position, it creates a situation where the long fights the short, which makes the old man surnamed Wu extremely uncomfortable.

The two sides will meet good talents, half a catty and eight taels, no one can help anyone, and no one can take advantage of half a point.

It was another few rounds of confrontation, and both sides were like falling into a swamp, and the more they fought, the more awkward they became.

The ghost cry and the face of the old man surnamed Wu were extremely ugly, the old man surnamed Wu not only wanted Cai Wei to know how his swordsmanship fought with others, but also let Cai Wei see his demeanor before leaving.

Ghost Cry naturally knew the purpose of the old man surnamed Wu, and wanted to use himself as a background board, so he secretly decided in his heart that he must beat this old thing to the ground with great joy and maintain his demeanor in front of Cai Wei.

But as a result, the more the two fought, the more ugly it became.

The swords collided again, and the two looked at each other before retreating.

Ghost Cry breathed long and slow, and his fingers gently stroked the blade of the knife, adjusting his own state.

The old man surnamed Wu stood in front of him with a sword, his long sword pointed straight to the sky, his eyes swept over the body of the sword of Xue Liang, and his face was reflected on the sword, and his eyes flashed.

At the same time, the feet stomped, and the dead leaves flew.

The two figures shot at each other, slamming into each other fiercely.

Suddenly, the ghost cried and pulled out the knife and slashed, and the sword edge was divided into two waves. The old man surnamed Wu drew his sword and stabbed, and a sword flower flew.

Suddenly, the waves of fire shattered, the sword flowers broke, and the two figures staggered by.

The ghost crying figure suddenly turned into a cloud of green smoke, and suddenly appeared in mid-air, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, the long knife was held high, the crimson blade had not yet cooled, and the back of the old man surnamed Wu was slashed down.

The old man surnamed Wu turned his head suddenly, with two big hands with distinct bones, one holding the hilt of the sword, and the palm of the other hand against the sword, and a stab backwards.

There was a snort, and sparks flew away.

The blade flicked off and slashed into the dirt, slamming the sword straight into the Devil's Crying Door.

Bite!

The old man surnamed Wu felt that his sword had hit the iron plate, and his mouth shook violently, and the long sword in his hand almost came out of his hand.

When I looked closely, it was Ghost Cry who pulled out a short knife in his left hand and held it with his backhand, and the back of the knife was close to his arm, blocking the sword.

The ghost cried and laughed, the edge of the knife twisted slightly, and it slashed straight against the blade of the sword.

The old man surnamed Wu hurriedly withdrew and flew back, followed by a ghost crying with a knife in both hands, and the knife momentum seemed to be blowing in a whirlwind.

There was a clanging sound, and the old man surnamed Wu was pressed under him by the ghost cry and beat him wildly, and the continuous knives made him embarrassed for a while.

However, when he reacted and saw the knife momentum of Ghost Cry, he immediately found the flaw, and the sword that counterattacked pierced the sleeve of Ghost Cry, almost cutting off Ghost Cry's wrist.

The ghost cried and was embarrassed again, flew back to resist, and defended in formation, and the old man surnamed Wu was helpless for a while.

The two fought from morning to morning, and as a result, no one could help anyone by skill alone. Unless the two sides make a dead hand, don't think about the winner or loser in this kind of point-to-point contest within a day or two.

At this moment, the big black horse yawned boredly, groggy and looked like he wanted to sleep, and his big mouth was already wilting, hanging on the top of the big black horse's head. Fortunately, Cai Wei's eyes were wide open and she was watching seriously.

The two glanced at each other, neither of them refused to admit defeat, helpless for a while, and then stopped at the same time.

"Girl, do you see clearly?"

"Mmmm!" Cai Wei nodded again and again, the old man surnamed Wu wanted to show his demeanor The purpose failed, but the other purpose succeeded.

He and Ghost Cry fought back and forth, and the two fought from morning to morning, fighting for more than an hour, showing all the changes in sword momentum to the fullest.

How to play the upper hand, what to do to the downwind, how to play the draw, how to break the game in the stalemate, and how to force the opponent to make a flaw when the opponent has no flaws, all of these made Cai Wei see clearly.

Looking at Cai Wei's appearance, the old man surnamed Wu nodded with satisfaction and left with a little regret.

When the ghost cried and they went away, the old man surnamed Wu suddenly came out again, looking at their distant backs, his face full of sadness.

"Alas!" sighed, countless loneliness. When I got home, what should I do in the face of the angry tigress?