Fu Jun was stunned, and said strangely in his heart: "What kind of sound is this?" In fact, he also said: how can he make such a sound.

It's just that it hasn't surfaced yet, and I saw that under the moonlight, where the acacia flowers were flying, the branch in Zhang Danfeng's hand was facing the sword, and the sound was nothing else, it was the sound of the branch hitting the sword body.

No matter how sharp Fu Jun's sword is, the sword body is still simple and unedged, except that it is a little stronger than the branches, there is nothing else, and if the branches touch, it will not cause any structural changes, so it is normal to make a "bald" sound.

Fu Jun's swordsmanship is fantastic and ingenious, and he can be impartial in the dance of the sword shadow, and he is right in the sword body, and Zhang Danfeng's eyesight is also enough.

You must know that although there is moonlight, it is still in the dark, especially the locust flowers are flying, ethereal, trance-like, and unhearted, it is really easy to shine.

But Zhang Danfeng just didn't move, he planned and then moved, with a light blow, there was no extra action, but in Zhang Danfeng's hand, no matter how ordinary, no matter how simple the action, it was also concise and transparent, the other party could see it clearly, and he used it easily.

As everyone knows, from Wang Yangming's point of view in the room, he is breathtaking, he has never seen such an elegant and chic action, Wang Yangming is the first time to find that the original sword can be so elegant, handsome and elegant is not limited by time and space.

His master Zhang Danfeng is already old, and he can't see where he can go in terms of appearance, but when he takes the sword out, his movements are clearly poetry and calligraphy, the quiet moonlight in the distance, and the locust flowers fluttering nearby are not as good as Zhang Danfeng's gentle movement of the sword.

And it is clear that what he is holding is not a sword, just an ordinary branch, but in his hands, any decay will turn into magic, Wang Yangming is not the only one, I am afraid that everyone who sees it will think that Zhang Danfeng is holding a sword, and the branch is just the appearance.

Fu Jun also thought that what Zhang Danfeng was holding in his hand was not a branch at all, although when the branch lightly hit his sword, he didn't feel anything, he didn't think about it at all, but then, he saw a sword light rising from under his elbow, like a bolt of lightning.

Could it be that Zhang Danfeng has a sword hidden under his elbow? That's simply not possible.

Why did Zhang Danfeng use such a method, Fu Jun was sure of his mind, and he saw that it was clearly a branch, by the way, Zhang Danfeng had two branches in his hand, so he wanted to let himself see the power of the two swords.

A locust flower gently floated past the side of Fu Jun's face, the softness of the petals brushed his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, the end of his nose, faintly and faintly, sprinkled down, obviously the contact between the petals and the skin, so that Rao's heart was cold and touched, and the softness of that heart was aroused.

But the heart lake was like ripples, quietly and silently, and at that moment, Fu Jun felt that the petals were falling, clearly with cowardice.

At this time, he saw the sword light again, yes, Zhang Danfeng was holding a branch, but it was also a sword.

When the stars and moon alternated, Fu Jun saw a bloom from the branches, it was not a flower, but a sword light that was shining brightly, like a fire, but as clear as a flowing spring.

The sword light is like an orchid, pure and straightforward, refreshing and refreshing, and it is clear at a glance.

When Fu Jun saw his neighbor's first glance, he wanted to take a second look, but when he saw his neighbor's second eye, he suddenly felt that the tiger's mouth was hot, and a wave of power came from the sword body continuously.

Fu Jun wanted to resolve it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly understood.

That force was nothing else, it was Zhang Danfeng's branch that tapped lightly on his sword, and at that time Zhang Danfeng had already sent out an internal force, but it was only at this time that it came out.

Then he can also be regarded as a form of "fighting cattle across the mountains".

Fu Jun knew the power of "fighting cattle across the mountains", and he had also seen someone beat a cow across a tree, but the strong ox fell, but the tree was unharmed, as if it had never been beaten.

This can be done when the internal forces are high.

And Zhang Danfeng's internal strength may have reached the realm, and he can still make the "fighting cattle across the mountains" freely, when he wants it to attack, then when he wants it to attack.

Fu Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly, he knew that with his martial arts, he was afraid that if he practiced for another ten years, he would not be able to look at Zhang Danfeng's neck, what else would he talk about revenge?

Fu Jun was disheartened and put all his competitive spirit to waste.

At this time, sword light bloomed from the branch again, and this time it was clear that the branch was a branch, but it was a sword qi emitted from the middle.

The sword light began to change, not like an orchid, but multiplied, scattered, clearly a peony blooming in the dark night.

Zhang Danfeng's swordsmanship began to change, and it was no longer direct and concise, but branching out and contrasting with each other.

The peony is no longer a prototype, Fu Jun began to see its lines, as soon as he saw such lines, Fu Jun couldn't help but secretly admire: "No wonder the peony is known as the national color and fragrance, but it is gorgeous and dignified, and it is not a square thing." ”

Before he could finish thinking, he actually saw the color of the peony flower.

The lines of the peony flower appear in the air, under the illumination of the moonlight, the dance of the locust flower, the appearance of the peony is becoming clearer and clearer, at first it is still the same color as the earth, but gradually clear, it begins to become brighter, and the color is getting lighter and lighter.

At first, it was faintly brown, then it became earthy yellow, then it became whiter and whiter, and finally, it was the color of the lake.

What's more, the moonlight seems to be immovable, although each moon runs up and down, but every moonlight can be seen, its movement is a kind of static, just faintly, exuding its own brilliance.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, coupled with the fluttering of acacia flowers, the color of peony flowers seems to be coated with a layer of halo, and it also flickers brightly and darkly, flickering and flickering, making people can't bear to blink, and they don't want to blink, for fear of missing some beautiful scenery.

But no matter how strong my eyes were, I still saw that the peony flower was changing, although even at that time, I didn't know how it changed, but I clearly felt that it was constantly changing

Just when the peony flower shows the color of the lake, especially the lake water, so clear that it can clear all the dust, and it can be felt from time to time, it can roll up a thousand layers of snow at any time, and when the surging thread waves, it is still surprisingly quiet, as if it is not the panning of the moonlight, and the shadow of the acacia flower is infected and pulled, it is simply demure like that burst of floral fragrance.

Just, is the floral scent serene?

Smelling at the end of the nose, there is a sense of serenity and tranquility, but it is actually moving, but its movement seems to be a kind of stillness, a quiet and elegant dynamic.

Somehow, Fu Jun's mind was particularly joyful, yes, it was a surge of joy, and such a state was happy.

When he thought of the fragrance of flowers, the peony flower moved again.