The bamboo forest was suddenly so quiet, so quiet that even the "listeners" felt the change. Okra lowered the flute sound, turning the high-pitched "movement" back into a light "quiet", as if it did not want to disturb the contemplation of the two people.

Shen Fengming likes this kind of silence very much. Under this kind of music, he can slowly find the point of meditation before each blow must be hit. He wasn't worried that his opponent would interrupt him with a rush attack at the moment, because he knew that Xia Yan also needed such a quiet.

Xia Yan has killed many fewer people than Shen Fengming, but after all, he can't be called a novice. He had felt the use of "evil." He also felt life and death. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, looking for the most "evil" state of mind that belonged to him. He wasn't worried that his opponent would interrupt him early, because he had seen the same thought in the other's eyes.

No duel would allow such a moment to exist. But it's real.

It didn't take long for the two men to look up from their respective musings and look at each other in question—ready. The sound of the bamboo flute was slightly offset at this time, and it turned into the next que.

The next one - probably another long story, but the blow between the two was short. Every killer's deadliest blow is usually too short for anyone to see. Only a few feet apart was a little in the way, so that the man with the sword and the man with the dagger had to take a moment to run towards each other. And it was these zhang that finally became one zhang - the blood and the bones were finally coming out - the sound of the bamboo flute, which obviously did not finish speaking, suddenly, stopped.

The movements of the two of them were faster than the lightning, and only in the moment when the flute sounded from there to nothing, one was already out of its sheath, and the other was out of its sleeve. But the sound of the flute stopped so suddenly, suddenly—even if the previous moment was still trapped in the life and death of the whole god, this moment suddenly returned to reality—back to that—the reality of the bamboo and leaves.

Flocks of black birds inexplicably hissed and flew up in the distance, and Jian Hua and Dagger Han split the bamboo branches, like the entire bamboo forest being opened in an uproar. But "chasing blood" and "bone" - before showing the most real "evil" and "death", at the critical moment when he decided to tear or penetrate the opponent's throat, at the moment of death and life when he knew that you should be alive and dead, at the same time, he naturally and calmly stopped moving forward, did not touch the flesh and blood that should have been rushing, and the sound of "bell" left only a faint afterglow that should not have met, and a little bit of aftermath of surging qi and blood.

There was no dialogue, not even eye to eye, the two of them could close their blades with a touch, and a fierce battle like this could end in an instant, and they both rushed out of the bamboo forest. Swept into the gate of the Houtu Temple, okra was still sitting there, and the bamboo flute was still in his hand, not like he was in danger. Shen Fengming grabbed in front of her and looked at her a little worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Okra raised her hand and pointed to the sky, "Look at that." ”

Shen Fengming and Xia Yan raised their heads together. At some point, the moon lost a piece and turned into a strange shape.

“...... Tengu eats the moon?"

The sight was so strange that both of them were shocked. The "Tengu Eating the Moon" must have begun for a while, but okra kept her eyes closed and listened, until she opened her eyes to the sound of more and more birds and beasts fluttering due to the sudden changes in the sky, and suddenly found that the full moon was missing, and the two fierce people in the forest, with bamboo leaves covering the moon, only the dark shadows of the night, did not notice such changes at all.

Finally, there was no accident with okra, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and unconsciously looked at each other, and exchanged the words "still fight or not" in their eyes. Okra said at the right time: "You two...... Don't fight?"

Shen Fengming's face suddenly showed twelve points of dissatisfaction, and in an instant, his original form was revealed: "Why aren't you worried at all? I fought with the Taoist priest - you didn't stop it!"

Okra showed a cold and disdainful expression: "What's so strange about fighting." It's hard for you two men to know what you're doing—and it's up to me to stop you. Do you want to fight, or do you not want to fight?"

Shen Fengming was a little speechless. The last time I just moved a few words with Xia Yan before she could do anything, Okra was very nervous, and the two said peace, this time the two of them were clearly real knives and guns, and she didn't know what was wrong, so she could sit and sit with confidence.

"How can you be sure we know what we're doing. Xia Yan opened his mouth with a slight smile, "I don't know - I want to fight, I don't want to fight, and I can't help it, inexplicably, I fight with others." ”

Okra moved the flute in his hand, "I don't have the slightest murderous energy, what are you fighting for? The tone turned out to be very cool.

"Can you still feel the murderous aura?" Xia Yan replied in a cool tone. He was somewhat surprised by Okra's indifference to the matter.

Okra is not angry. "I don't have to use internal force to sense the murderous aura – I just have to listen. There is no magic sound, but it can't affect your duel, but your duel can affect external objects—including ordinary flute sounds. The sound of the flute passed through you, and there was no change in the slightest twist and turn, which shows that there is not much murderous energy in your battle array. ”

This explanation actually made some sense, and Xia Yan was speechless for a moment. "So you've been playing the flute for this. Shen Fengming also laughed, "I knew - you are actually still worried." Don't worry, it's enough for me to fight with the Taoist, I don't want to fight for the time being!"

Xia Yan snorted coldly, taking advantage of his unpreparedness to talk to okra, he stretched out his hand and copied the bamboo flute he had inserted in his waist, "There is no point in winning or losing, how can it be 'enough'?—— let me tell you, Ling Daxia's swordsmanship is really going to be used but not only that, you watch." ”

He straightened his arm, and the two tricks of "virtual and real" of the mirror trick merged into the meaning of "flowing clouds", penetrated into the flute, and the sword qi passed through the body of the flute, leaving at the far end, still as if being towed, and accurately moved Shen Fengming's white robe. "If Ling Daxia was here, he wouldn't be able to get close to him at all, and he would still be able to hurt people with his sword qi. Although he is different from the inner strength method I use, the meaning is roughly similar. ”

Shen Fengming straightened up and confronted him, and thought for a while, "The sharp internal strength is the one that grew up in the later years, but back then—the year when I was with the bones in the black bamboo—I couldn't do this step. It is unfair for you to compare the fierceness of today with the bones of the past, and if you can live to this day, you may not be inferior to him. ”

Xia Yan smiled: "Of course I know this principle, otherwise Fang Cai would not only compete with you for blades and moves, but also bring in 'sword qi'." I'm just saying that just now we are each replacing the sharpness of the past, the bones of the past, and at this time, I will use the internal skills I have learned to add to the swordsmanship, instead of today's sharpness, and you will use your mental skills to add to the moves, instead of today's thoroughness. It's fair. ”

"My heart ......" Shen Fengming stretched out his hand and held it to the other end of the bamboo flute. Before his hand reached the body of the flute, the end of the flute body had changed slightly, and as soon as he grasped the bamboo flute tightly, a chill suddenly rose - the meaning of white frost actually spread up little by little on the square inch of land under his palm, and he saw that it was about to spread to the half of Xia Yan's hand, and then it retreated again, and then it turned cyan, and then it turned black again.

"This is the poison of the Nether Sandfly. Shen Fengming looked at Xia Yan's eyes with the black that spread along the bamboo flute, "The two of them, one is the power of the ice silkworm, and the other is the Gu power I absorbed from Guan Mo—all of them are highly poisonous. I'm really embarrassed, I've always been a little less patient in cultivating internal strength, and I will definitely not be your opponent in the real competition, only this accidentally obtained Gu poison technique, and I dare to call it a bit of a threat. If I unleash my Gu power while holding the dagger, the poison will spread to the dagger, and if it intersects with your sword, it will follow it to your sword until you have to abandon your sword and withdraw your hand. However, you can use your sword energy, and you don't need to have a chance to intersect with my blade - but I think this is the point where you and I should really be in a duel - whether you can close my throat with a sword far away from me, or whether I can get close to you first and strike a dagger. ”

Xia Yan watched as the black on the bamboo flute was taken away by Shen Fengming and retreated. From the very beginning, when Shen Fengming suddenly made his move, it was like this - in the duel between the long sword and the short dagger, the victory or defeat was just a subtle relationship between far and near. In Chang Ideal, it seems to be easier to shoot from afar, and there are many opportunities to shoot, but the opponent's chances of dodging are also greater; it is difficult to get close, and there are few opportunities to shoot, but the opponent has almost no chance to dodge.

"It doesn't seem to be a good day. He smiled, his expression relaxed. Shen Fengming left a few points to speak, his hand actually didn't have to touch the blade to be effective, Xia Yan didn't want to really take it. Not to mention that if the poison of the Netherfly turns into the palm wind, it will be unbearable to be afraid of it, even the power of the ice silkworm he absorbed from Guan Mo is also very complete, and it should be no less inferior than when Guan Fei injured the Vermilion Bird with the power of the Ice Silkworm Gu back then. If they really want to compare this skill, the two of them should put away their blades, and compare them with their bare hands again - most likely they will use "tide" plus "flowing clouds", and even add "empathy" to Shen Fengming's black, green, and white poisonous palm wind, the most likely - of course, it is a lose-lose result.

"Count you as a winner, okay?" Shen Fengming didn't know what he was thinking, and had already stretched, "I can't fool you for not seeing the skills of the bones-he only uses a dagger to change in his hands, and I-because I hide in my sleeve and want to hide people's eyes, I have been used to double-edged or even multi-edged for so many years." Even if I use his moves today, I want to reproduce his appearance as much as possible, but occasionally I will put my hands together in a hurry. Even if I lose. ”

"Why be so modest. Xia Yan put away the bamboo flute and handed it back to him, "You really haven't noticed? In my eagerness, I also borrowed the 'Bagua Sword' for one and a half moves, which is not purely a sharp swordsmanship." It's the same sword move, and when facing danger, I forgot to choose a hand to distinguish it, so I used it like this. Speaking of which, we didn't have any rules to make. It is probably unlikely that a person wants to really become a second person, and what he has learned, encountered, and felt is different. If you are really exactly like the bones, you will not be able to surpass him. ”

Shen Fengming poured the flute in his hand, and sat on the spot next to okra with a smile, "It doesn't matter if you win or lose, anyway, I'm much smoother in a fight, you can say anything-I'll still accompany my sunflower to see the moon." ”

Xia Yan hugged his arms and looked at his expression happily. I have to say that even if I still don't know what problem I want to solve when I suddenly start doing this, it seems that I can't solve any problems, but for some reason, my anger seems to be a little smoother, and those words that can't sit down calmly seem to be able to be said now.

If you want to explain, it is better to say that the two people actually used a simple and crude way to spread their dissatisfaction with each other, and by the way, they confirmed one thing - tearing away the suspicions and interests imposed on the two by outsiders and the situation - this person is still a friend that he can trust.

The so-called trust is to throw oneself on the table of life and death as a bet.

And the so-called friend is probably the kind of person who trusts the gambling table and will never give a thousand.