Ye Feng stopped with a tangled mind, turned into illusory, the hardness of the sword changed from hard to soft, turned into a soft sword, lingering to the arm he resisted, but it was just a trick to obstruct the eyes, only the person holding the sword could see the true body of the sword, Bai Qiqi was at a loss, he couldn't be defeated in the hands of this little girl, he picked her sword hard, but he couldn't break free, he had never seen such a strange thing, Ye Feng stopped thinking, only people who really have a sword heart can break through the obstacle, this person has a strong heart, he thinks he is lonely and widowed, and he can't live a lifetime, I can't even detect such a simple spell. Originally, she admired this person's cultivation, but she was wrong. In the face of sudden danger, he was not calm, not in a normal heart, but also worried about winning or losing, and his face was gloomy and dissatisfied.

She looked at him with a pale and gloomy face, struggling, his heart finally couldn't compete with this dazzling swordsmanship, exhausted, and fell into formation, and the sword "clanged" to the ground.

His sweat dripped down his cheeks and the back of his neck, and when he raised his eyes to look at it, he realized that this was a trick, and his heart was blank.

Originally, he could have borrowed a sword with his other hand to assassinate her, but he turned out to be blind...... It's all just a means to deceive him.

Her sword was stabbing at his throat, and he sat on the Suzaku array with his hands on the ground.

He walked away, dismissive, ashamed of losing in such a trick, and on the other hand, thinking that he had not failed, but only lost at the hands of a "villain".

Ye Feng didn't look very happy, looking back at his back, in the lonely wind, no one applauded, no one applauded.

The wind fluttered, alarming the branches and leaves, the dim sun, and the birdsong, amazing!

Ye Feng stopped coming back to his senses and returned to the pavilion.

The "tricks" she used, "the whims", no one knew about it, let alone appreciated it, because she was not a famous swordsman - no name and no number, although in her eyes, she had broken through herself and showed her edge.

She listened to the noise, all from other directions, the green dragon, the white tiger, the Xuanwu, and the unicorn.

But what was "gratifying" was that there were still one or two spectators chattering: "The Vermilion Bird Pan is there, it's really over soon...... Before it even started, it was over. ”

"Sure enough, it's still incomparable with those superb swordsmen, and it's nothing to look at!" Another said.

"Didn't you see the white slasher? Shameless, I was defeated by that delicate girl......"

"It makes sense, I heard that the owner of the village personally wrote the pen...... There was no such person in the first place. ”

"Humph!" Laughed meaningfully.

"Humph!" Ye Feng stopped sneering.

"She's not hurt, is she?" Poured water asked.

"Who are you asking?" Mo Yan said, sitting beside him.

Pour Shui Ran reacted, his voice was a little wrong, his eyes seemed to say, why are you here?

Mo Yan thought to himself, "Oh, it turned out to be the wrong person!" ”

Ye Feng stopped to the side, the tea case was full of fragrance, jasmine all over the ground, as if blown by the wind and rain, aroused her displeasure, she looked at the potted plants on the attic, full of green, and a light pink white flower bone was crumbling between the branches and leaves.

Pouring water reflexively looked at her, at the bare jasmine potted plant, and her cheeks were slightly red.

He plucked it with his own hands, and who else?

Mo Ruyu couldn't help but remember, Shui Ran had been sitting in the seat and dozing off, and then occasionally a hint of wind blew, opened his eyes again, and then closed them again, I don't know if ADHD or what's going on, he stood up upright again, picked up a pot of flowers, and hugged it to the table face to face, picking them off one by one with great decadence, and had no patience, so he gave up, completely ignoring other people's speculation about his image of the second son?

Poured water and got up embarrassed, touched his hot cheeks, and glanced to the side.

"Ye Feng stops, the next game is me and you." Wu Shuang looked at her.

"How do you know?" Ye Feng stopped asking.

"......," Wu Shuang replied, "I calculated according to everyone's strength and luck. ”

"The owner has given you such a good opportunity, you should take advantage of it." Wu Shuang said, signaling to her, the fiery gentle eyes like water, the eyes that radiated out did not know whether it was with the incomparable encouragement of Ye Feng, or with the firmness and grasp of his own self-confidence, and then walked away, leaving the gentle breeze arrogantly, teasing the blue green skirt and the bright moon ears, like a fairy with blue waves like jade.

"Of course I will." Ye Feng stopped.

Wu Shuang joined hands with Xu Yanling and walked towards His Excellency Lou, Ye Feng stopped to see his back, glanced over, and only heard Xu Yanling's opening remarks slightly.

Xu Yanling said behind his back: "She...... Arranged with that white chopping boy in the Suzaku Field? No wonder he won so easily, but his strength was not weak, how could he lose in the hands of Ye Fengzhu. ”

"I don't know her strength yet, but she shouldn't be stronger than me," Wu Shuang said flatly, and turned to pick her eyes, her eyes blazing like arrows: "She's not our opponent at all."

"We don't know anything about Ye Fengzhu, now she has only defeated the weakest one of them, but for a while, although what she is facing is not as simple as she imagined, but I-I think there is still a lot of room for her potential." Xu Yanling turned his words around, with a hint of concern, and his brows showed a hint.

"Ye Feng stops, don't run away tonight." Dumping Ran shouted, picking up her hand, her slender fingers touching her texture lines, flickering, leaving no back.

Ye Feng was stunned...... What do you mean?

She looked at her hand and began to touch the back of her hand, where her gaze fell, there was a temperature that had not yet faded.

In the thirty-fifth game, the Qinglong plate, was played by Ye Fengzhu and Wu Shuang.

Cui Luo sleeves dance, hair is thin, the red sun is dark, the leaves sweep the eyebrows, and the fish swim.

said that when she was quiet like a winged butterfly, she was as fast as a slash, and a butterfly wing flashed down, plundering the sword shadow, but she didn't expect her to be so ruthless.

Ye Feng stopped without a chance to think for half a second.

Wu Shuang's sword is "Red Die", the tactful flowing water is as quiet as a butterfly, and the momentum is majestic through the abyssal rainbow.

"吭哧", 吭哧......

She was not her opponent at all, Ye Feng was so anxious that he racked his brains and almost collapsed.

Wu Shuangwan turned people, holding the sword of "Red Die", waving and dancing, showing the curling dancing posture, touching the foot and leaning over, with the change of its delicacy and strength, Ye Feng stopped and was stunned! Originally, there was no such charming person, but at this moment, the sprinkling of golden light became stunning and charming, and the city was unparalleled.

A swallowtail butterfly fluttered on Wu Shuang's bun, coinciding with the hairpin on her head.

At this moment, Ye Fengzhi could only play tricks and use means, even she despised herself, but at this time, she was happy, and a budding feeling that was finally about to break through the butterfly cocoon was born from her heart.

She has a butterfly fragrance powder that attracts all butterflies, and she leads a butterfly to her whole body.

Under the canopy, almost all the butterflies are coming, falling towards the blue-tailed butterfly, surrounding the people.

Ye Feng stopped using a trick.

Lead the sword into a butterfly, gather the butterfly into a cone, change the formation, turn the power of the butterfly, push the sword, and hold the sword weightless.

Ye Feng stopped brilliantly, his feet were off the ground in an instant, and the fluttering butterfly wrapped around the 2.7-foot-long sword body, she suddenly borrowed her strength, and a Qiongyu sword that can be called a butterfly sword swam towards the person who looked surprised.

She lost!

Her eyes widened and she wept with anger.

She was in a trance, the scene of the fight just appeared in her mind, the sword that borrowed the power of the butterfly dance, I don't know if it was a butterfly, I didn't know it was a sword, the power was extraordinary, everywhere was fatal, and she hit the key point, she stabbed the neck, she didn't resist the magnificent momentum, she lowered her body and bent her eyebrows and feet, the thin willow waist was unbearable and the wind was broken, the jade hand was not against all things, the sword she held trembled, and the power of the knees was eliminated, although her strength was better than her, but who could withstand the power of all things in heaven and earth? She's already lost.

Her tears were like a dry riverbed, and her tears were dripping.

She stood up generously and patted the dust on her body, Cuiluo Liuxian skirt was still very dazzling, her expression was calm, and she said, "Thank you for your advice!"

It seemed to be a mocking tone, but he didn't leave any eyes left, and left with the sword of the red die, but at this time, it was as if he was in possession of a scrap of iron.

"Pathetic, pathetic, ...... What? Mo Yan said, picking his eyes to signal that he was pouring water.

"Ben Gongzi has few books since elementary school, and he doesn't learn many words, which is ridiculous!" Pouring water snorted.

"Ye Feng stopped winning, that magical girl." Mo Yan said.

"The next one is you and me." Mo Yan said.

Zifeng, Xuefeng, Jinfeng, and Green Feng, each takes what he needs, and each obtains what he gets, which is also to fulfill the promise of the owner.

In ten years, they have never played each other.

When defeated, they ask for something from their opponents, and when they are defeated, they are asked by their opponents to give or give up something that is the most precious thing in the world.

Otherwise, what's the point of the bet? Why did you come all the way to the Pomegranate Creek Water Field?

From this moment on, they want to open up a path of light for swordsmen.

"It's the next one." Pour water.

Mo Yan lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head, sipping her tea and thinking deeply, she didn't have to wait for the next game, I believe she would win - she had already won at this time.