"Is it? Is it just that?" Wu Xian'er smiled slightly, glanced at Zhan Ling'er, and then looked in Chu Fei's direction, what is it for? I'm afraid only Zhan Ling'er himself knows. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

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Seeing Wu Xian'er's eyes as if she had seen through all the states in the world, Zhan Ling'er was stunned, and her face instantly had a touch of red, in this fighting arena with a raging fighting spirit, her blush made people feel a little more romantic and warm.

Wu Xian'er's eyes were bland, but she was a little anxious in her heart, Zhan Ling'er was always standing, Chu Fei was recovering with all her might, and she was already planning in her heart which hole card to open.

Later, on the temporarily calm arena, countless white petals suddenly fell from the void. These petals, centered on the war spirit, fluttered and sprinkled, like heavy snow, beautiful and almost dreamy.

These flying petals, looking white and crystalline, with a holy rhyme, soft and ethereal, wonderful and innocent, seem to be harmless to humans and animals, but in the eyes of Zhan Ling'er, these petals are no different from the devouring beasts, each petal is a murderous weapon, and it will cross her neck at any time.

The petals are like snow, the falling flowers are colorful, and the martial fairy disappears again in sight.

In this situation, Zhan Ling'er had a moment of trance, as if he was far away from the fighting arena, came to the suburbs and distant mountains, and stepped on the spring to enjoy the flowers. But she immediately became nervous, reminding herself that the battle was still going on, and Wu Xian'er's sword would stab at any moment.

Sure enough, someone appeared not long after, but it was not Wu Xian'er, but Chu Fei.

"Ling'er, you're tired, leave the rest to me. Chu Fei's smile was like a touch of sunshine in winter, warm and warm, Zhan Ling'er was a little intoxicated, she was indeed very tired, and she was holding on hard in one breath.

She smiled slightly: "Okay." ”

When she turned around, Chu Fei's smile condensed, and in his hand, there was a short blade, and the sharp blade exuded a cold light.

When the short blade in the hand of "Chu Fei" stabbed forward with a sharp edge, Zhan Ling'er suddenly turned around dexterously, and the purple gold war knife in his hand slashed towards the top of "Chu Fei" without warning.

Chu Fei "buzzed" and turned into hundreds of petals fluttering, disappearing without a trace, Zhan Ling'er's eyes were ruthless, looking around vigilantly, and suddenly all the petals bloomed with a dazzling silver light, swirling, overwhelming the sky, and impacting Zhan Ling'er.

The weak petals have really become a murderous weapon at this moment.

Sharper killing weapons were also hidden in the fluttering petals, stabbing at the war spirit from all directions.

Zhan Ling'er snorted, she looked at the petals flying in the sky, she didn't dodge, the golden light on her chest reunited, at this moment her body seemed to be cast of real gold, she abandoned the knife and took the hammer, the poor tiger hammer fiercely faced the battle, and the strong holy power fluctuations swept in all directions.

Standing still, Zhan Ling'er was even weaker and pale, but she still stood tenaciously.

Wu Xian'er didn't give her a chance to breathe this time, a sword stabbed out, the weather was thousands, there were infinite changes in that sword light, mountains and seas, tides, flowers, birds, fish and insects, a sword seemed to stab out a world, and the magic was endless.

Eight swords in a row, Vientiane is renewed, suddenly the wind and clouds surge, the mountain rain is coming, suddenly the wind and waves are calm, the spring is beautiful, and suddenly the golden iron horse, the peak smoke is everywhere.

Eight swords in one breath, continuous like Yue, Zhan Ling'er actually took them all hard, her face was even paler, she stood against the hammer, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Wow" had to spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Wu Xian'er, the ninth sword was ready to be launched, and at the moment of hesitation, he finally heard the referee stop and announce Wu Xian'er's victory.

Wu Xian'er stared at Zhan Ling'er and saluted her in the most standard posture, which was a respect for the strong and an admiration for the brave. At least before the game, she didn't expect that this battle would be so close and hard.

If Zhan Ling'er was in the same realm as her, she really didn't dare to say what the outcome would be.

Under the arena, Zhan Ling'er handed the purple gold battle knife and the phantom wind secret armor to Chu Fei: "You have to defeat her, for me." ”

"Good!" Chu Fei had a confident smile in his eyes.

When he stood opposite Wu Xian'er, Chu Fei suddenly found that his confidence was not so sufficient.

At a distance of more than a hundred meters, for a saint like Chu Fei, the person standing opposite could count a few hairs on his face, but he couldn't see Wu Xian'er's face clearly.

Even in the field of vision, Wu Xian'er's face was still blurred, she was obviously standing there, but there was only a vague shadow in her field of vision. And in his heart, he inexplicably stubbornly thinks that she is stunning in the country.

Chu Fei thought about it for a while, and he already knew a thing or two, in fact, it was not that he couldn't see her clearly, but it was just that the other party's mind interfered with his consciousness, and this result would appear.

What a terrible power of thought.

"I heard that Senior Chu is a descendant of Huaxia?" After coming on the field, there were two minutes to communicate, and Wu Xian'er asked first.

"Yes. ”

"My ancestors have a lot of connections with Huaxia, and when it comes to the surname of my ancestors, many Huaxia people are no strangers. ”

"Isn't your ancestor surnamed Wu?" Chu Fei was a little curious.

"No, the ancestor is determined to be in martial arts, so he changed his lineage to the martial surname, in fact, the ancestor's original surname is Xuanyuan, and now there are still many people in Tianyao and Hengyuan who use the ancestor's surname, which has not changed. ”

"Xuanyuan, Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan?" Chu Fei couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Yes, my ancestors crossed the galaxy more than 6,000 years ago and moved here, and then there were the Wu clan and the Wu Sect. Wu Xian'er talked eloquently, like a few treasures.

More than 6,000 years ago, across the galaxy? Chu Fei seemed to have lightning in his heart, such information was too amazing, at that time the earth was still in the barbaric era, there were countless myths and legends, the legend of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan is undoubtedly one of the most colorful, and today's Huaxia people, still call themselves the descendants of Yan and Huang, could it be that some of the myths at that time were true, the so-called lifting of the sun and soaring, in fact, across the galaxy.

Seeing Wu Xian'er and Chu Fei talking intimately on stage, for some reason, Zhan Ling'er felt a wave of anger for no reason, if it weren't for her physical weakness, she couldn't wait to drag the poor tiger hammer and smash it again.

"That's the case, why doesn't the Flying Immortal Holy Son meet his true face?"

Wu Xian'er was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's me who is rude, I am fighting with people, I must first deter with the power of my mind, just now I was used to it, please don't blame Senior Chu." The power of the mind dissipated, revealing an ethereal face.

With black hair and black eyes, skin like clotted fat, and delicate facial features, it is indeed a typical Chinese ancestry. However, in addition, it has some characteristics of distant galactic races, such as the proportions of the eyes are slightly larger, and the black pupils seem to have a little golden starlight.

Wu Xian'er, standing quietly a hundred meters away, smiling smartly, as beautiful as coming out of a painting, but in Chu Fei's field of vision, he still felt a little illusory.

She is obviously close in front of her, but she is like a cloud in the sky, so ethereal that people feel that they can never be approached, and they can only watch from afar.

The battle is about to begin, Wu Xian'er's gifts, every detail is accurate in place, the martial arts pay attention to humility and etiquette, but after all, the sage specializes in martial arts, most of the disciples are wild and aggressive, and the gift is just a meaning, only Wu Xian'er is different, very serious, as if teaching this ancient tradition.

Chu Fei returned the favor with the gift of a sage, and the two stared at each other, and the battle intent in their eyes became stronger.

Wu Xian'er smiled: "Killing doesn't necessarily have to be brave and ruthless, I have a song, the meaning of the song is quiet, although I am not talented, but I am willing to play for the senior, I don't know if the senior is willing to listen?"

"Okay!" No matter what the other party asked, Chu Fei seemed to end with a good word forever.

In the fingers of the slender fiber, there is an extra pipe of flute at this moment, Wu Xian'er smiled, the flute sound sounded leisurely, the already tense fighting arena, this moment is like a breeze dawning, the morning dawn, 10,000 points of starlight drop out in the sky, the five-color glow spreads across the sky, gorgeous and romantic.

On the other side, Chu Fei stood quietly, and in his heart, with the melodious flute sound, a vivid and fragrant grand picture scroll was unfolding soothingly.

The most beautiful piece of music lies in the ability to form a three-dimensional picture, and Wu Xian'er is a master of this.

A flute music conjures up a world, interpreting all the states of the world, joys and sorrows.

Some stories are magnificent, with ups and downs, some stories are warm and romantic, and some stories are twists and turns.

Chu Fei listened quietly, watched silently, he was calm and leisurely, this flute was passing on the stories of mysteries, he stayed out of the matter, only listened, and did not participate.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

In the sonorous flute, it tells the story of a mother who cried under the lamp and had her eyes spent, just because her son was about to go away, and life and death were unpredictable.

Her hair was gray, her eyes could not see three feet away, and in the dim light of the oil lamp, she was making a new garment, which she had been sewing and mending for years, but she was sewing for her son, who had been traveling far away. The thin clothes needles shuttled back and forth in her hands, and every stitch and thread was a concern for her son.

Chu Fei seemed to be crazy, his eyes were sad and sad, he was missing his hometown, where there were his relatives, and they were also thinking about him like this.

Chu Fei looked at the sky in a daze, he hadn't moved a step for a long time, he had maintained this posture for a long time, from the perspective of a spectator, he only saw many strange and bizarre lights intertwined there, and the flute sound of yin and yang frustrated outlined a lingering and sympathetic movement, and at this time, Wu Xian'er was slowly approaching.

Wu Xian'er's steps were extremely gentle, and she was simply drifting out of thin air, without a sound. She approached silently, and the sound of the jade flute in her hand was faint, without a moment's pause.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters......

Wu Xian'er had already come to Chu Fei's side, the straight-line distance was only one meter, and his breath could be heard.