"If you can, I really want to swap things with Guan Yue, at least it won't be such a difficult guy to appear." Fengbei looked at this familiar figure with a little headache.

"Whispering."

"It's amazing, I can't hide anything from you." The whispering face gradually became clear in the light.

Her smooth brown curls are combed into a ponytail, and she wears miniskirts and pants that won't go out no matter how much she moves. Her big cat's eyes shone with a sly light, making her otherwise ordinary face sparkle under these eyes.

It's obviously exactly the same appearance as the whisper, but it has a very subtle feeling.

If I had to say it, it seemed to be more flamboyant and presumptuous than the real whisper.

Whispering held it with one hand and jumped in front of Fengbei. Her fingers touched Fengbei's eyelids slightly. "I like your mind-reading eyes the most."

As soon as Whisper's hands were forced, he poked Fengbei's eyes.

Fengbei seemed to have known that she would do this, and leaned back to avoid whispering fingers.

The corners of Whisper's mouth hooked, and his left leg stumbled on Fengbei's body. Fengbei hurriedly stepped back, dodging the right leg of the whispering choke. At this time, the belated sound of breaking the sky was belated, and Whisper had already grabbed Fengbei's long sword with her fist-stabbed hand, and the inside of her fist was just against Fengbei's sword's force.

Fengbei's eyes flashed slightly, not retreating, but advancing.

He released the sword with his right hand, and his whole body fell down, rushing towards Whisper's body because he didn't have time to regain momentum in midair.

If you don't hide in the whisper, it will inevitably leave a fatal flaw under this rush.

Whispering could only give up continuing the pursuit and adjust her posture instead.

As planned, Fengbei caught the hilt of his sword with his left hand and regained control of the weapon with an extremely subtle ancient martial move. Then the blade flickered, and his long sword just brushed against the whispering cheek.

The whispers are ruthless, the actions are fast, and they are close to the weaknesses of the people. And Fengbei saw the move, and all the attacks on the whisper were stopped first, strangling it before it was fully used.

Duyin Mountain approached Guan Yue, who was also watching the battle, and swallowed silently.

"Is that really a female demon?"

Are female demons really that scary?

The whispers in his impression were very powerful, but definitely not so powerful. Not to mention the rest, her physical strength alone would never allow her to fight in such a crisp and neat sniping style. I still remember that in the first level, just a few combat moves can make Whisper so tired that he can't fall to the ground. What's more, from the time he saw Whisper, Whisper was intentionally or unintentionally avoiding all direct battles, which made him doubt the other party's ability for a while.

All in all, such a terrible enemy must not be a female demon!.

"It's a whisper from five years ago."

Fengbei and Whisper quickly separated. He stared down at the blood-stained portion of the blade.

"So this is the test of Prometheus and Pandora?"

Perseverance and hope.

"You can't get past this." Whisper licked the fist stab on her hand and smiled.

"Whether in the past or in the future, I am the most persistent part of your heart, and you can't make a move on me."

It doesn't matter if this whisper is her five years ago, but at least it won't be the real her. This matter is not only known to Guan Yue and Duyin Mountain, who are watching the battle, but also to Fengbei in his heart.

But the test has nothing to do with truth or falsehood.

But if Fengbei's heart was a little shaken or he agreed that this person was similar to Whisper, he couldn't swing his sword at him. Because the attack he launched is like an attack on a real whisper, and it will hit him straight to the heart.

A person's persistence is the greatest belief in his efforts to become stronger. If he can break this belief himself, then after the collapse of his attachment, he is destined not to make any progress in the future, and his life will stop there.

It's really a vicious level.

So what's the real test of this level? Fengbei faced the battle while thinking quickly and reassembling the clues he had missed.

Whisper launched a series of fierce attacks on Fengbei, all of which were dodged by Fengbei in a dangerous way.

She rolled her eyes, changed her posture halfway through the attack, and suddenly kicked towards Fengbei's lower plate.

Fengbei seemed to have guessed a long time ago, rubbing his arm to block Whisper's attack. But Whisper gave up on taking Fengbei's arm, and instead swung her fist stab at his eyeball.

Feng Bei once again did not retreat, but advanced, and advanced with his right arm to rub her fist stab before the whispering move arrived, fighting for a wound at the cost of defusing the attack that whispered and then hit him again.

'Such a terrible way of fighting. Not to mention Duyin Mountain, even Guan Yue on the side watched the battle of whispering unconsciously, clenching her legs, and cold sweat flowed.

From beginning to end, there was no whisper of a dead hand.,Play slowly like a cat catching a mouse.。 Every time you catch the opponent's weakness, you give the opponent enough time to react, and instead make a more insidious attack. It's Fengbei, just to avoid her endless attacks, and add a lot of wounds.

"It's embarrassing." Whispering was full of interest, forcing Fengbei to defend according to her ideas.

'If it's you who is facing yourself on the field now, can you beat it?' Guan Yue and Du Yinshan saw the battle between the two, and their expressions were a little solemn.

"It's realistic. It's not just the way of fighting and the character, it's all the same. In Fengbei's heart, such a whisper slowly overlapped with the figure in his heart.

Is it because the other party comes from his own memories? Or is it a reproduction of time based on an ability?

All the information was summarized in Fengbei's mind, and the lightning and fire formed a reliable inference.

There are two ways to end the battle: first, to cross the obstacle in your own mind, and turn the idea of becoming stronger into the driving force of attachment, not for the sake of anyone. Second, completely separate this person from Whispering, at least convince yourself that you have no hesitation to be sure that this person has nothing to do with Whisper.

Even if his body was covered with wounds, Fengbei's face was unchanging and leisurely, as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden. The long ink-colored hair is tied at the back of his head, and he is clearly weak and thin, but his temperament is calm and soft, and he is at ease.

It seems that the third level will test the comprehensive ability and background of the ability.

Whispering's fist spurs attacked Fengbei again.

Fengbei didn't have much at all, but took the initiative to face the stab.

Surprise flashed in Whisper's eyes, and then it was a viciousness, but fortunately he gave up the game and aimed harder at Fengbei's vital point.

'Poof', faster than Whisper's fist stab, Fengbei's long sword came out of Whisper's body.

"You!?" Whisper's eyes widened in surprise, and her face became blurred in the disbelief that filled her face.

"You're not her." Fengbei smiled quietly, a pair of dark eyes reflected the appearance of the person in front of him, but the temperature inside could freeze the soul of the person.

"I'm whispering." Whispering coughed up blood, stretched out his hands and tried to hug Fengbei.

Feng Bei drew his long sword without changing his color and threw it to his side.

The blood beads on the three-foot blue blade were extinguished, and then he returned the sword into the sheath.

Whispering was weakly thrown aside, but insisted on standing up. Such a posture and stubbornness seem to be the same as the figure in the depths of his memory that he can't let go of at all.

"Peak North ......"

The whispering face gradually became clear in the haze.

"You can still see my face, can you?"

Her figure then turned into pieces of fluorescence and dissipated into the air.

"You're not her." Fengbei sighed, turned around and walked out of the light. He was half-bowed and no one could see the expression on that face.