Yushu looked into the distance in the wind and was silent.

When a person is silent, it is not that he has nothing to say, but that he has a lot to say, but he does not know who to talk to.

Friends, there are too few friends, and perhaps the least missing thing in the world is friends, but friends are still the least.

Yushu Linfeng suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Are you sure?" ”

Autumn Late Yang suddenly smiled, and he said with a smile: "Why do you all ask me the same question? Fighting with the Oriental Frivolity, who will be sure in this Jianghu? I dare to guarantee that even Tie Wenhou and Qin Shi Mingyue will not have it! ”

Yushu Linfeng said: "Since you are not sure, why do you have to go?" ”

At the end of autumn, Yang smiled bitterly: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help it." If I don't go, who will save my remaining brother? ”

Yushu Linfeng didn't speak, but shook his head and couldn't help but sigh.

Autumn Late Yang suddenly said, "How about we make a bet?" ”

Yushu Linfeng said: "What bet? ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "A bet is that Qingyi will not let you go, and will definitely find you as a scapegoat." And the second bet is that I will come back alive. ”

Yushu Linfeng said: "What are you betting on?" ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "If I win both bets, then you join Allure." If I lose either of these two bets, I promise to do one thing for you. Anything goes! ”

Yushu Linfeng said: "No matter what? ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "Yes! ”

These two bets are not very good for Yushu Linfeng, and the late autumn sun has little chance of winning. Although Qing Yidu already has some opinions about him, he still believes that he will not take the knife on himself.

And compared with the frivolity of the East, the odds of winning at the end of autumn are really pitiful.

Yushu Linfeng suddenly turned his head, stared at the eyes of the late autumn sun and said, "You are so confident? ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "I'm just pushing myself, no matter who stands with Dongfang Frivolous, he won't have the courage!" ”

Yushu Linfeng said: "You need courage? ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "I really don't have the courage. He's horrible! ”

Yushu Linfeng is not talking, and the late autumn sun is indeed afraid.

But how is the East frivolous and not afraid?

Yushu Linfeng suddenly said: "I'll go with you!" ”

At the end of autumn, Yang laughed and said, "You don't want to miss this excitement either?" ”

Yushu Linfeng said: "Who wants to miss this rare decisive battle on the rivers and lakes?" ”

Autumn Yang said: "But what about the people under you?" Not being with them will only worsen your relationship with your lover. ”

Yushu Linfeng said: "If the love gang master is a Ming Jun, he should be able to think through all this!" I also want to add a bargaining chip to you, that is, to help the gambling master keep me! ”

At the end of autumn, Yang stopped talking, and he had nothing to say.

Chu Mountain, high top!

The air is thin!

At the end of autumn, the sun stands with his hands in his hands!

His pupils had long since seen Dongfang Frivolity, let alone looked at the sword in his hand!

His hand no longer held his sword, and his sword was stuck in the boulder behind him, and the pitch-black sword fluttered in the wind like a sword spike in the night.

The first time Qiu Moyang let go of the sword in his hand, his heavy heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

His eyes were only far away.

Lonely clouds, sunset.

At the end of autumn, the sun does not move, and the orient does not move.

But in Dongfang's frivolous eyes, there was nothing but the sword of the late autumn sun! There was no room for anything in his eyes except this sword! His pupils never left the sword from the beginning to the end.

After the last afterglow of the sunset disappeared, the late autumn sun quietly closed his eyes again, to relive and feel the beauty of this last moment, he was completely intoxicated.

This was the only thing left of the landscape, and he felt that his own people had melted into it.

He was so quiet!

Only then can his mind be still.

He has a habit since he was a child that when he has a problem, he will watch the sunset to calm down.

Dongfang looked at the late autumn sun who was completely intoxicated by the natural mountains and rivers, and couldn't help but ask, "You don't use a sword?" ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "I use a sword!" ”

Dongfang said lightly: "Your sword is behind you!" A swordsman's sword should not leave his hand! ”

At the end of autumn, Yang said: "The sword does not necessarily need to be in the hand. ”

Dongfang's frantic pupils suddenly contracted, and he said urgently, "Then where is your sword?" ”

At the end of autumn, Yang's words did not appear proud, and they were as plain as boiled water: "In my heart!" ”

The cold sweat on Dongfang's face couldn't help but burst out, and he said excitedly: "No sword in your hand? A sword in your heart? ”

Dongfang is mad and never believes that there is no sword in the hands of the late autumn sun, and there is a sword in his heart. But he clearly saw the sword soul in an instant.

The sword in your heart is undoubtedly the fastest, and because you can't see it, you don't know where it will be in the next moment.

And the sword in your heart is even more freewheeling, so you have to watch out for it all the time.

At the end of autumn, Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze was as sharp as electricity. He did not directly answer Dongfang's frivolous words, but took another step forward, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the empty valley in the distance, and said faintly: "Such a beautiful mountain and river, such a beautiful scenery, if it is held in someone's hand, what a beautiful thing it is?" ”

Dongfang's frivolous sleeves were windless and automatic, and he suddenly felt an inch shorter for a moment.

And Yushu Linfeng's heart was even more emotional, and he suddenly had the urge to hold on to the battlefield again.

Qiu Suyang continued: "If this matter is said in reality, it is definitely a joke. But in the game, if you are willing to do it, you will be able to do it! Although the sky is high, the earth is wide, and the water is deep, the mountains and rivers are so majestic! But you can hold it in your hand, turn your hands into clouds and turn your hands into rain! There is nothing more ambitious in life than this. ”

Yushu Linfeng couldn't help but raise his head to look at him, his charm was not in anything else, but in his eyes, the sword eyebrows were as thick as a knife but there were eyes that shone like a star.

He smiled softly, and his eyes seemed to glow. The light that holds it all!

His grim countenance, as serious as a blade carving, gave a hint of retreat, but his eyes were as hot as fire, enough to melt everything.

Although his face was cold, it was by no means handsome, but it was by no means ugly. But his star-like eyes made everything shine brightly. At the end of autumn, Yang suddenly turned around and grasped the sword!

His scabbard was pitch black, the hilt was pitch black, the sword spike was pitch black, and even the jade pendant hanging from the sword spike was pitch black.

The moment the late autumn sun held this sword, he suddenly found that everything was so clear, everything in heaven and earth seemed to be able to see through it in an instant, and his heart was as calm as a piece of ice, and he could feel every trace of change.

At this moment, Yushu Linfeng instantly understood that the late autumn sun was not inevitable. He has regained his courage, he has forgotten everything.

He at least forgot that his opponent was Oriental Frivolous.

The mountain view is still the same, and the breeze is cool!

Dongfang was frivolous but felt that the wind was cold, and he knew in his heart that the late autumn sun had been pressing him with momentum since the beginning, and he was still pressed to death until now.

It's always been him who puts pressure on others, but this time it's different.

Dongfang suddenly pulled out two embroidery needles, and he pinched them in his hand like a big girl about to embroider.

Dongfang's frivolous face suddenly turned white as purple, his eyes instantly turned red, the demon was abnormal, his fingers were instantly intertwined, unpredictable, and he shouted loudly: "Guangjun!" ”

The thumb and little finger pinched the needle and thread, and the index and middle fingers were in the shape of orchid fingers, and with a slight flick of his fingers, a cold ray shot out, and the speed was so fast that it could not be distinguished with the naked eye.

Qiu Moyang intuitively felt that his right eye was about to be pierced by a beam of wind, and hurriedly turned his head away, and at the same time, the sword in his hand slashed down.

The sword was windless and silent.

"Poof" a protruding bluestone behind him was submerged by this needle.

"Ding, ding, ding." Three extremely thin needles were swept into the ground by the sword of the late autumn sun.

There was only the sound of the wind, and the frivolous person in the east suddenly disappeared, leaving only a purple light, which was definitely faster than the speed of light.

At the end of the autumn, Yang's sword came out at two o'clock, and the top and bottom suddenly separated, and the sword seemed to suddenly split from the middle and split into two halves.

The blade of the sword directly smoothed the tip of the embroidery needle exposed on Dongfang Qingmad's fingertips, but did not make any sound, this sword actually forced Dongfang Qingmad back from the front, turning his moves into invisible.

"What a fast sword!" Dongfang couldn't help but admire.

At the end of autumn, Yang smiled back: "Compared to Brother Dongfang's speed, my brother is ashamed of himself." After the end of autumn, Yang raised his sword and went up.

A sword stabbed out, as if it had swept open the sky, and this black light was like the chaos of dusk and night in the sky suddenly separated.

The plum trees on Chu Mountain are luxuriant, but they are urged by the sword qi of this sword to fall leaves, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal!

Dongfang's frivolous hair was suddenly urged by the sword qi to fly, and his clothes were instantly torn open under this sword.

"What a domineering sword!" As soon as Dongfang's frantic words fell, he heard another terrible scream, which was like the last cry of an ape that was about to die.

Miserable!

At the end of autumn, Yang's figure was stunned by this terrible roar, and his sword suddenly lost its direction and floated.

It's just because Dongfang's frivolous figure spun like a whirlwind, instantly turning the sword momentum of the late autumn sun into invisible!

Yushu Linfeng's head was covered with sweat, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, this battle was too fierce, as the first general of Linfeng Tower, he was known as the first general in the north, but he knew that compared with these two people, it was much worse.

In the north, apart from the five people, including Long Shocking, Yijian, and Blue Wolf Without Tears, he really couldn't think of anyone more powerful than him.

And in the south, just find two people to reach this level, Jiangnan is indeed a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden.

Jianghu Baixiaosheng is in the top ten of the weapon spectrum, but Jiangbei only occupies three of them.

Yushu Linfeng didn't dare to think about it, he just stared at the two of them, for fear of missing any place, and now he finally understood that the martial arts realm of the late autumn Yang was also at the level of supernatural perfection, otherwise it would be impossible to use this kind of ingenious and natural swordsmanship.

PS: I have changed the realm of martial arts: rookie at the end of the world, out of the rivers and lakes, mastery, mastery, mastery, classics, unfathomable, unparalleled in the world, reaching the peak, out of the spirit, returning to the basics, forgetting people without self, subtle to the extreme, the realm of immortals and Buddhas, and the broken void.