The fallen leaves will eventually fall to the ground, waiting for the arrival of the moment to return to the roots.

So, the figures of the two disappeared at the same time, disappearing into the woods.

The shadow disappears, either darkness or light. So the original shadows of the two of them disappeared, and they became mottled again.

When the light is gone, it's either shadow or darkness. So the green flute and the heavy sword collided together, and there was no sound, but an invisible wave of power erupted.

Before it could destroy the trees, the heavy sword softened and slammed into Nangong Zhu's arm.

If the sword is like nothing, it is indeed the huge power that hides Lin Mochen's body. This was his first attempt, and it also marked that he had stepped out of the realm of weightlifting.

Suddenly there was a feeling in my heart that I had never felt before, as if I suddenly understood a truth, but there was nothing practical.

If he knew, it would be what is often called "enlightenment."

In the face of the mutation, Nangong Zhu did not have the slightest panic, the speed under his feet was a little faster, and he used the green flute to scrape a spark at the end of the heavy sword, making a sharp sound.

Lin Mochen, who was caught off guard, felt uncomfortable in both ears, and lost his hearing in an instant.

At this moment, his footsteps exchanged virtual and real, turning into a series of figures, and his consciousness controlled a blood qi to calm the vibration of the eardrum.

Nangong Zhu is body shape also changed, and the green flute hit Lin Mochen's figure again and again, and several times, the green flute hit the clothes, hammering the not superior clothes into a hole suit.

Suddenly, the heavy sword in Lin Mochen's hand cut out a sword shadow behind him, and then a huge force forced his already advancing figure out dozens of zhang.

Before he could stabilize his figure, the trees around him fell.

Swinging his body, he dodged and dodged left and right in the tree trunk that fell diagonally, so as to avoid the sneak attack of the tree trunk in embarrassment.

As for Nangong Zhu on the side, he was not in a hurry to pursue, but rose into the sky and landed on the fallen branches. The green flute is in the air, the eyes are circulating, and the ears are listening in all directions.

After the surrounding trees fell to the ground, Lin Mochen did not rush out of the cover of the trees, but stopped in a relatively dense canopy.

The place destroyed by the two of them was filled with leaves and dust at this time.

Lin Mochen concealed all the blood qi in his body and quickly circulated on his right arm, relieving the power of Nangong Zhu's blow just now.

He was very glad in his heart that his heavy sword had once again blocked the green flute, and he had not let his green flute touch his body just now.

So he's alive, alive to pranayama below.

In the nearly 100 collisions just now, Lin Mochen did not fall into the disadvantage, but it was indeed true that he was tired of parrying.

With his ears pricked up, his eyes rolled up and down, observing everything around him.

Every collision did not cause substantial damage to Lin Mochen, but more of the fatigue of rushing to deal with it every time. It was the last blow, and it was because he didn't have time to turn that he was opened in the empty space by Nangong Zhu.

Nangong Zhu didn't give him time to continue to think, and his figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Lin Mochen's half-hidden heavy sword drew a strange arc and landed on the path where Nangong Zhu appeared.

This can be regarded as a semi-sneak attack, which made Nangong Zhu's figure instantly turn in another direction.

At this moment, the heavy sword in Lin Mochen's hand spit out a stream of blood qi and landed on his body.

Nangong Zhu's body turned, and the blood qi actually flew over his body, landing on a tree, splitting it in half.

Nangong Zhu, who was frustrated for the first time, showed a smile on his face, and the green flute in his hand did not stagnate, but quickly turned to his left hand and slashed towards Lin Mochen, who had just run out of momentum.

The heavy sword crossed the air, Lin Mochen's body flipped, and quickly spun in the air, turning into a shadow and drilling forward.

The green flute was in the air.

Although out of the range of the green flute, Lin Mochen still didn't dare to stay.

The blood qi of the seven generations of generals can attack immediately out of the body, and the immortals of the same realm can also do it.

Just as Lin Mochen finished changing direction, the grass and trees in front of the green flute turned into powder and fell to the ground.

Lin Mochen, who had just stabilized his mind, had a twitch in his heart: This immortal path not only has an advantage in speed, but also has an attack power.

The heavy sword in his hand turned into a silver light and smashed into the middle of the green flute.

Nangong Zhu's body was short, his head and feet were reversed, and the green flute flew upside down with a slight touch on the ground, and rushed out of the branches below.

What followed was not Lin Mochen's victorious pursuit, but that he hid his heavy sword in his sleeve and disappeared in place.

Stabilizing his body again, Lin Mochen was still vigilant about the situation around him: sure enough, Nangong Zhu's attack power was not as powerful as he imagined, even his unpredictable body was not so traceless now, at least he could barely keep up with the other party's rhythm now.

After thinking about it carefully, Lin Mochen took out the hidden heavy sword, jumped over, and landed on the branch, the heavy sword refracted a silver light and landed on Nangong Zhu on the opposite side.

Thinking that it would be another duel without words, Nangong Zhu suddenly said: "I didn't expect you to figure it out so quickly, this is the duel I want!"

Lin Mochen frowned, and he was a little puzzled in his heart: these children of the family are really idle, they can fight if they want to, and they make some messy demands.

"You see, but every fight is a feud. Small battles are slight, and big ones are going to hurt people's lives. Gu Wuxian is like this, in order to cultivate, give up everything, family affection and friendship can be sacrificed. This is the essence of cultivation, everything is sacrificed for the sake of cultivation. ”

Looking at Nangong Zhu, who was talking eloquently, Lin Mochen's eyes narrowed slightly: "Is this the purpose of your cultivation, unscrupulous means to improve your cultivation?" I said that my cultivation is only to survive, and even indulge like my ancestors after the goal is achieved. What I enjoy is the process, the food, the scenery, the beautiful people, etc. Nangong, I don't want you to be the kind of person who is blinded by cultivation and lose yourself. ”

In this battle, Lin Mochen still didn't want to continue, because of friendship, because it was meaningless.

After more than 20 years of work, what is left in the end? But when he died, he hoped to be able to change this status quo and live a meaningful life like Xu Sanduo.

Nangong Zhu frowned, looking at the still calm heavy sword on the other side, "If you want to live, you have to have strength, if you want strength, you have to fight, fight with your life!"

When Lin Mochen wanted to speak, a familiar and annoying aura came to his face.

This was the first time he felt the breath of Nangong Zhu, the breath of the Dao he was familiar with, and he could feel the suppression and rejection of him in this breath.

The heavy sword was lightly lifted, and a thin layer of blood qi blocked in front of him.

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