The moonlight is hazy and the breeze is blowing.
Pei Qing was sitting in the pavilion sipping wine. He looked at Deng Tai'a who walked into the pavilion and said calmly: "You are finally here."
Deng Tai'a asked calmly: "Should I come?"
"Please sit down and try this delicious pot of bamboo leaf green."
Pei Qing didn't answer, pointed to the opposite side, poured two bowls of wine, and pushed one bowl in front of Deng Tai'a.
Deng Tai'a took a deep breath, intoxicated by the mellow smell of wine, and praised: "The wine is not bad."
Pei Qing frowned slightly and asked, "You don't want to drink?"
"Don't drink." Deng Tai'a chuckled.
Pei Qing asked: "Oh? Why?"
Deng Tai'a said bluntly: "Because you are more dangerous."
"You're not bad either." Pei Qing stared at Deng Tai'a with a smile and said.
Deng Tai'a also looked at Pei Qing and said with a smile: "Both each other."
Pei Qing took a sip of wine and asked slowly: "Are you afraid of me?"
"Why are you afraid?" Deng Tai'a asked.
"Aren't you afraid of losing to me?" Pei Qing asked again.
"Ever since I held the sword, I have never lost to anyone else." Deng Tai'a said calmly, his tone full of confidence and pride, leaving no room for doubt.
"You really don't want to drink?" Pei Qing continued to ask.
Deng Tai'a was silent for a moment, slowly picked up the bowl of wine in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, placed the empty bowl on the stone table, stared at Pei Qing with piercing eyes, and said, "What about you? Are you afraid of me?"
Pei Qing smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and said lightly: "I'm not afraid either!"
"You are a wonderful person." Deng Tai'a nodded and said.
"You are an interesting and wonderful person." Pei Qing seemed to enjoy talking to Deng Tai'a. He drank the wine glass in his hand, put down the empty bowl, and looked at him with burning eyes.
"I consider myself first in appreciating peach blossoms, second in drinking, third in using a sword, and worst in killing people." Deng Tai'a raised his head slightly, his eyes as clear as water, looked up at the stars, and said lightly: "But tonight I Want to try my third..."
"The wine is not finished yet, why are you so impatient." Pei Qing interrupted Deng Tai'a, filled another bowl of wine, handed it to Deng Tai'a, then picked it up himself, and saluted Deng Tai'a from afar.
Deng Tai'a raised his glass in response and said: "Done!"
The wine entered my throat, it was spicy and hot.
Neither of them spoke, they just looked at the night sky quietly, seeming to be trapped in their own world.
After a long time, Pei Qing finally said leisurely: "Can we be friends?"
Deng Tai'a turned to look at Pei Qing and said calmly: "What do you think?"
Pei Qing raised the corners of his mouth with a bright smile on his face, "Please advise!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Deng Tai'a took action. The peach blossom branch he was playing with turned into a silver dragon that shot through the air and stabbed Pei Qing's throat. It was sharp, fast, and extremely cunning.
As if he had expected that Deng Tai'a would take action, Pei Qing leaned to the side, took a half step forward with his left foot, and took the tip of a branch from the locust tree next to him, and pulled it hard, and the branch carried a huge sword. He whipped Deng Tai'a hard on the head.
Seeing this, Deng Tai'a advanced instead of retreating. He rushed in front of Pei Qing like lightning. As he flipped his wrist, the peach blossom branch's sword intent burst out, turning into thousands of slender threads and covering all parts of Pei Qing's body.
Pei Qing waved the branch with his right hand to block the incoming thin line. With the impact, his body floated into the distance. After pulling away, he flicked his wrist again, and countless sword rays shot out from the branches of the locust tree. Come out, first referring to Deng Tai'a.
Deng Tai'a's eyes were calm, and he swept out the peach blossom branch in his hand, crushing the sword light in the sky. His figure rose up again, and pounced on Pei Qing like a colorful butterfly.
Pei Qing waved the branches in his hands like rain, resisting Deng Tai'a's storm-like attack, but his figure was still as erratic as a swimming fish, and he was able to avoid Deng Tai'a's attack just right every time.
The two of them were fighting together. Although it was just a simple sword fight, their moves were all top-notch. The fight was exquisite at times, sometimes as fast as lightning, and sometimes weird and unpredictable. It was impossible to tell who was stronger between the two. weak.
Deng Tai'a suddenly stopped what he was doing and said calmly: "We can't let go here. Let's go out of the city and fight."
Pei Qing said without hesitation: "I can't ask for it!"
The two of them jumped out of the pavilion almost at the same time, rushed to the city gate tower, jumped out of the main city, and stood in the void.
The bright moonlight fell on the two of them, making them look like they were covered in a hazy white gauze.
Pei Qing pointed at Deng Tai'a with a locust tree branch in his hand and said calmly: "Please."
Deng Tai'a didn't say any nonsense. The peach blossom sword in his hand shone brightly and dazzlingly. Then the sword light split into nine and then into sixteen, filling the void and heading towards Pei Qing's overwhelming oppression.
Pei Qing's pupils shrank, and he waved the branches in his hands, like a wild python dancing wildly, whipping up waves of whirlwind and wiping out all the incoming sword light.
After one blow failed, Deng Tai'a did not stop. The sword light surged out like a tide, and he continued to wave the peach blossom branches in his hand. In an instant, the sword light was flying all over the sky, like peach blossoms blooming, extraordinary beauty, and sweeping the west like a violent wave. .
The peach blossoms are splashing and the fallen flowers are colorful.
The sword intent surged and surged.
A moment of youthful beauty, thousands of years of loneliness.
This is the sword intention that belongs exclusively to Deng Tai'a, and it is vividly displayed at this moment.
It seems to be feminine, but in fact it is strong and overbearing. Not only that, it also contains a tragic meaning, as if it is paying tribute to a certain period of life that has been lost.
Pei Qing's heart was slightly shocked. He had experienced this kind of sad sword intention before, and even used it in his hands. If Luo Qingyang's was about family and country, love and hatred, and Li Ge, then Deng Tai'a's was about love and hatred. An indomitable and desperate spirit.
The two of them swayed, took a step back in unison, and then rushed toward each other like meteors chasing the moon.
At the same time, Deng Tai'a's sword force became stronger and stronger. Every time a peach blossom branch thrust out, it would cause a gorgeous peach blossom petals, as if it were a blooming peach blossom.
The branch in Pei Qing's hand remained unchanged, and he was still waving it slowly, but every time he swung his sword, it would inevitably set off a whirlwind.
Peach blossoms fill the sky, dancing and floating;
The whirlwind roared and howled incessantly.
The roar echoed through the sky.
This battle between the swordsman masters finally attracted the attention of the martial arts people in the city. They climbed to the roof or wall to watch the competition between the two.
"These two people are so strong in swordsmanship!"
"Peach Blossom Branch? Could it be Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a and Heavenly Sword Pei Qing?"
"What are they doing? Are they feeding each other?"
"It looks like he is using the other party to hone his sword skills!"
"They all think that the other party is a good opponent, otherwise they wouldn't have this mentality of tricking others!"
These people were talking a lot, and their eyes were focused on Deng Tai'a and Pei Qing, who were discussing swords in the void.
At this moment, Pei Qing and Deng Tai'a no longer seemed to be superior swordsman masters, but like two ordinary swordsmen. Their unrelenting contest allowed them to see many things.
