Her eyes couldn't catch up with the two shadows - Shen Fengming's white clothes and Xia Junli's green clothes, as bright and dark as the moon and night. Six steps forward and six steps back, one and the other, the flat ground gradually became impossible to win, and she saw them leap to the door—that was the position of the Seven Star Stakes, and the seven pillars, which seemed to be inconspicuous at the moment, each occupied their place, and she was in her mind—to fall under the Seven Pillars was to lose.

The seven pillars were so far apart from each other that when they were separated, neither the sword nor the dagger could reach each other, and only by moving themselves, stealing, and pursuing them by staggering in the air or even meeting them head-on, could they briefly exchange their respective blows. One hit is too few and too slow, and the more and more you deliver three blows, five blows at a time, and then you get faster and faster, until you are even more unhitable.

From "Tianshu" and "Shaking Light" each occupying a corner to colliding with "Tianquan", and then to balancing back and forth by mistake, several times forced to the limit, but no one was forced to fall under the pile. "Quiet" passes through the empty open space in front of the hall, through the turbulent wind of the seven-star pile, and merges into the greater "quiet" of the bamboo forest. Okra knew that soon these seven pillars would not be able to accommodate the "movement" of the two people, and the slightly swaying bamboo forest was a larger "array" than the seven-star pile.

She closed her eyes. Eyesight is not her forte, and after her internal strength is exhausted, she can't see the subtleties at such a distance - especially, in the bamboo forest, the moonlight is blind due to the dense fir, and she can no longer see any details of their fight, only the hearing that she has cultivated since childhood is far beyond ordinary people, close her eyes, the "quiet" of the flute affects the "quiet" of the entire forest, and the "movement" of the two people is transmitted from her ears to her heart.

The wind of the seven-star pile gradually went out, and the chaotic wind swept into the bamboo forest. If the two people in Shicai's vision are still two shadows in black and white, the two people in the auditory sense will become bamboo and silk leaning on the wind and the moon. She heard their footwork as they stepped into the woods, one light, the other swift, and her flute did not feel a little high-pitched, but quickened a little, lingering around the sound of their footsteps, robes, and blades.

Shen Fengming's figure is tall, stepping on the leaves is like stepping on a song, lightly on the bamboo branches, and Xia Yan on that side is also moving with the wind, floating like nothing, the sound is not halfway, and the person is already standing on the branches. The green and yellow bamboo leaves were scattered slightly, and then they regained the tranquility of a turtle's breath, and only when the bamboo body was bent up, and the squeaky sound was made between the swaying of the drooping core in early winter, it proved that the two people standing on it were not weightless.

It's just a slump, not much swaying, Xia Yan moved first, Chi Feng has one more layer of fiery meaning than Aomori in his hearing, but the "risk" he uses is extremely cold. The figure swept out, the bamboo branch lost weight steeply, and made a "whoosh" sound, covering up the extreme danger of the "danger" - obviously the opposite side could see each other, obviously Shen Fengming had seen him use the "danger" once, but when the "risk" shot, it was still a very unexpected angle, as if the long sword was distorted in an instant because it was handed out too quickly, and it was impossible to judge from which place it would return to its original appearance when it got closer.

Shen Fengming did not dodge or dodge. He stretched out a foot, and wrapped himself around this bamboo branch that seemed to be rigid and soft, like soft and solid, and his body did not retreat but advanced, and leaned forward, as if he thought that the "danger" was not fast enough, and he wanted to step forward to greet him.

The "blood-chasing" was greeted by the double dagger in his sleeve - this style, he called it "companion star". He couldn't allow the "danger" to really be used to the extreme, so he realized Xia Yan's intention to change at will - he wanted to intercept it in advance with two daggers in both hands. Xia Yan's eyebrows moved slightly. His "danger" is calculated by the drop and distance, although he can easily stab Shen Fengming, but the opponent's most likely response is to move and dodge, and find another branch. But Shen Fengming was not an ordinary opponent, not only did he refuse to let him finish this distance, but he also entangled the bamboo and didn't leave, obviously not wanting to give up his foothold to him, and wanted to take a risk to force him to the ground. "Clang" pierced each other, and the double daggers in both hands accurately intertwined the blades in it, and before Xia Yan's strength was exhausted, Shen Fengming's left hand was wrong, and the "bone" was forcibly connected to the "danger" Yu Wei, and his right hand circled, bullying him in mid-air and could not dodge, and even separated a short dagger like a poisonous snake and pointed it at his eyes - this style, he called it "Meteor".

At this time, the distance between the two was extremely close, it was extremely dangerous, Xia Yan came with a sword, and the intersection of the sword and dagger was the only place he could borrow, of course, he pressed the "bone" more and more hard in his hand, forcing Shen Fengming to bend backwards with a bamboo. After all, the bamboo stem is not a hard branch, it is not good to balance for a while, it is tilted upside down, a few inches of dagger is no more than three feet "chasing blood", "meteor" finally only crossed a cold wind from Xia Yanshuang's current - or even the cold wind has not been blown on the face - Xia Yan's body has been upside down in a hair, and when the curved bamboo bounces upside down and straight, his right leg is also wrapped around the top of the bamboo branch, and under the high pressure, the two of them slid down along the bamboo body together.

Shen Fengming was willing to be so easily pressed down by him first, with strength on his legs, he held his body steady in the middle, and only calmly swung a dagger without hesitation—the bamboo stem made a crisp cracking sound, and it fell from the top of Shen Fengming's head to a high part without hesitation—the bamboo branch fell with Xia Yan.

The pressure on Shen Fengming's body disappeared suddenly, his body was easily relaxed, and the soles of his feet were lightly touched at the fracture, and he was about to land on the high branches nearby. When he turned around, he suddenly saw Xia Yan also loosen the broken bamboo between the falls, and he wanted to find a place to stand still. His heart flickered - both of them have offensive and undefended moves, and only the attacker has a chance to win - in mid-air, he turned his mind, "thorough" was held in the palm of his hand, and as soon as he stretched out, his toes touched the nearby high branches, and finally it was just a little bit of strength, and the person was like a stream of electricity - shooting in the direction where Xia Yan fell.

The sound of the bamboo flute gradually changed from "static" to "moving", and began to open and close every air hole to the greatest extent, and the wolf rushed up and down. Even so, okra still felt that she couldn't keep up with the ever-changing voices of the two in the forest. Even they themselves probably can't keep up with their own thoughts.

That's kind of—probably only in the middle of a war, and it's not something that a bystander can speculate on, or even something you can predict. Shen Fengming just decided to make the first move at this moment, and Xia Yan originally planned to take advantage of the potential energy of the fallen half of the bamboo that had not yet reached the ground to pull up, find a place to settle down and then think about attacking, his right foot was even on the bamboo-if it weren't for this, he saw the "boneless" obscure color in Shen Fengming's hand, as if it had accumulated thunderous rain clouds.

He almost immediately knew that he would not have a second chance to stand still, and he only made a comfortable move after thinking about it. In any evenly matched contest, there was no such thing as a perfect situation and a perfect posture, there was just that—the broken bamboo accelerated to the ground under his feet—and he met him diagonally at almost the same time as Shen Fengming attacked.

"Stars". Xia Yan looked up in the dark color of the bamboo forest where the moonlight was obscured and saw "thorough" coming towards him, and the word appeared in his mind for some reason. Shen Fengming's face even turned into the background at this time—all that filled the line of sight was the dagger that flickered like stars at an extremely fast speed, as if there were countless eyes that flickered and flickered, and good and evil were not clear.

Almost without thinking, he swung his long sword out of the Dao Illusory Shadow. This is the eighth move of the sword record—which he now calls "measurement"—changes the reality of the move at an extremely fast speed, and it is more difficult to "measure" the way to come. Whimpering, the sword wind carried the red that was faster than the lightning and attacked "through the bones", like countless blood marks falling from the stars.

The continuous sound of swords and daggers intersecting passed through the sound of the flute, and when heard from a distance, it was like a light accompaniment of "ding ding dong dong". Until—no amount of gale struck could contain the two mutually incompatible bodies in mid-air for a long time—the ding-dong sound finally fell to the ground in mid-air, and the stars turned to stardust, and the blood stains faded into the dirt. It was probably some kind of killer instinct that caused the two of them to jump back vigilantly at the moment they landed at the same time, and each of them hid their bodies slightly behind a certain two bamboos - but it was also the same instinct that made both of them eager to find each other's flaws, so that no one could really stop, so they were a few feet apart, and kept rushing in the same direction at the same speed, as if they were looking in a mirror.

Xia Yan put the blood back into the sheath, and Shen Fengming hid the bones into his sleeve. The swift exchange of moves in the air had already made both of them gasp slightly, and they could well end it like this - even if they continued, they probably wouldn't be able to tell the winner. But—in the midst of such a rush, who can be sure that the other party can really be exactly as he thinks, and will extinguish the fire of war after the next or ten bamboo shadows, and who can be sure that the other party put away his sword with the intention of shaking hands and making peace, rather than waiting for an opportunity to strike a decisive conclusion? Even the sound of okra's flute still pierces the ears and hearts in a roundabout way, and never stops, how can two insiders who have been tightening their heartstrings for the decisive victory and defeat easily stop?

"Evil". Xia Yan's heart thought of this word. The fourth move of the sword record - "evil", Ling Li is famous all over the world, and he has barely used it once in a battle with Maas. Today's self, I only need to have a moment to concentrate, and I can use this trick completely-I don't know, will Shen Fengming be willing to use this way to decide the winner?

"Dead Star". Shen Fengming also thought of two words in his heart. The thunderous blow to the bones is actually a "killer weapon" that he has been able to gain a foothold in Heizhu since he was a teenager, although - in order not to make people recognize the relationship with the bones, he rarely really reveals the dagger, and the appearance of the move is slightly different - I just don't know, does Jun Li know that I still have this style of "Death Star" hidden and never used it?

At a certain moment, the eyes of the two people who were rushing suddenly met over the heavy branches and leaves, and suddenly they seemed to understand something from each other's eyes. The footsteps stopped, but this time they really stopped, standing still in place.

Xia Yan raised the sword that was still in the sheath, and Shen Fengming also raised the sleeve of the dagger. In this way—each other's intentions are confirmed—there must be this one blow in the end, and it can be regarded as a real victory. Dangerous, dead and alive? Probably only the spectator will think of it. It's a pity that there were no spectators. So-Xia Yan and Shen Fengming, who fell into it, don't remember.