: Swordsman and dancers

Howling wind, cold moon, residual autumn. I want to fight by hand
The wooden leaves fell with the wind, and they crossed the beautiful arc in the air.
In the distance, dozens of people were standing, and their keen eyes passed through the hazy night, gathering on two people.
Swordsman, dancer.
Maybe this is an inevitable battle of fate, or maybe it is responsible for the position in which he is.
The swordsman's knife was held in his right hand, and the tip of the knife was randomly dropped on the ground, but his right hand holding the handle and trembling tremblingly revealed the trembling intention in his heart.
His smile is also casual and sunny, covering up all his inner activities. If it is normal, maybe the dancer will go up and say a few words to talk about something, but at this time it is not normal!
Finger pinching, like a lotus flower, the dancer also laughed, but his smile was another smile, a kind of seemingly kind but hidden huge murderous smile. "^^"
Perhaps all the viewers at the scene did not know why the dancers made such weird moves at this time, but the heart of the swordsman has already turned into another scene.
拈 Flower finger!
I did not expect that the ancient stunts would meet with their narrow faces at this moment!
War intentions, stronger than the monstrous ones!
"It's worth living in this life!"
The swordsman secretly thought that the smile on his face was stronger.
Vaguely, the wind seemed to be slowly getting stronger, and slowly, the chaos of the air leaves rolled up.
Swing and shadow.
At the moment when that leaf blocked the sight, the two shot at the same time.
This is not a tacit understanding, let alone an appointment in advance, but-the intuition of a warrior!
For a moment, the two had already done more than ten moves, but the sword of the swordsman never touched the dancer's skin.
The shadow of the sword dangled in the trajectory of the dancer.
This is the martial arts of dancers, a kind of dance that can be called but not dance.
Weird-
The swordsman suddenly stopped the rotation of his wrist, and the horizontal sword stood in front of the dancer, and the dancer also stopped his ghostly steps in an instant.
"This is not the 'war' I want." The swordsman looked at the dancer's still smiling face and said coldly, as if talking to himself.
"This is not the 'breakthrough' I want." The dancer's smile is still the same, but the hand on the chest has been put down, meanwhile, he said, "The path we seek is different, so, this' Fight 'No war.'
"Why 'war'?"
"Because the author wanted to fight, so there was this war ..."
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