Huangshan Tiandu Peak.

One purple and one red two figures stand side by side, facing the east, looking at the sky full of clouds and mist, light Schumann rolling, the sea of clouds drifting with the wind, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, sometimes whirling, sometimes stretching, ever-changing, beautiful.

Orr, the morning sun slowly emerged from the end of the sea of clouds, blooming with immeasurable golden light......

The golden sun is above, the sea of clouds is below, the glow shines, and the white clouds, clouds and waves in the sea of clouds are dyed with brilliant colors, like brocade, like a sea of flowers, like flowing fat, and beautiful.

At this moment, Yue Buqun seems to be carried away, there is only such a beautiful picture left in his eyes, and he can't help but sigh with emotion, the sea of clouds in Huangshan is wonderful like the sea and not the sea, not the sea is like the sea, and the drifting of its clean white clouds and mist makes the Yellow Mountain present the beauty of stillness and movement. It is in this combination of movement and stillness that an unpredictable and ever-changing fairyland on earth is created.

Dongfang's undefeated cold eyes were scorching, and he looked at the magnificent scene in front of him without blinking, and he was clearly immersed in it, and he couldn't extricate himself.

The golden glow of the morning sun sprinkled on the faces of the two of them, and the general crystal jade skin was glowing with colorful light, like a fairyland god and Buddha looming in the spirit.

It was half a sound, the morning sun rose higher and higher, and the golden glow became warmer and warmer.

Dongfang Undefeated suddenly closed his eyes slowly, as if he was reluctant to give up on the beautiful sea of clouds, and wanted to look at it for a while, as if he wanted to keep the magnificent scene in front of him firmly in his heart...... Or maybe I can't bear to end the wonderful time of appreciating the fairyland on earth with him so soon.

Yue Buqun seemed to be unaware of this, and was still deeply intoxicated between heaven and earth and the sea of clouds.

For a moment, Dongfang Undefeated suddenly opened his eyes and didn't see how to move. The red gauze dances lightly. Fierce flying. The graceful figure was like a catkins slowly fluttering from Yue Buqun's side like the wind, until it was three zhang away.

Click......

There was a soft sound, but it was Dongfang's undefeated right hand that held the hilt of the sword, the scabbard vibrated and made a sound, and his cold gaze fell on Yue Buqun's side face, which seemed to contain some kind of indescribable subtle charm.

Suddenly, there is a stream of ethereal like a breeze. It seems to be real and virtual, hazy like the wonderful sword intent of the moonlight, slowly emanating from the undefeated body of Dongfang, silently winding towards Yue Buqun like a spiritual snake.

It seemed that in the next moment, she would draw her sword without warning and stab Yue Buqun with a perfect blow.

Yue Buqun remained motionless, still leaning sideways to admire the beautiful sea of clouds moving in the stillness, the intoxication in his eyes continued unabated, as if he was unaware of what Dongfang was doing undefeated, let alone making sword moves?

But the undefeated East is clear. He's actually ready......

Movement is originally her style. And not moving, it was also his habit, this was the silent tacit understanding before the two of them fought, and it was a moment when any words seemed superfluous.

In the subtle sense of her sword intent, Yue Buqun's body and heart did not move, but it was just right more than any action, or rather, before she took out the sword, any of his movements were superfluous...... Just because from the moment of sunrise, his heart seems to merge into the golden glow of the rising sun, and as the golden glow shines through the sea of clouds, it merges with the sea of clouds, and the golden glow shines through the mountain peaks, it merges with the mountain peaks, and even the golden glow spreads all over the world and the infinite blue sky, and his heart merges with the ten thousand green and dark ......

This is his way, man is nature, nature is man, his body does not move, his mind does not move, but all things in nature are moving, moving, then he is actually always moving.

His gaze seemed to be immersed in the vast sea of clouds, but his heart was immersed in a mysterious level between heaven and earth.

He didn't move, and he didn't use his qi, but in such a state of self-forgetfulness, the meridians and acupoints in his body were full of business, and the innate true qi flowed naturally, and there was no flaw in his body.

Her breezy and delicate sword intent was obviously tightly entangled with him, but it didn't seem to be entangled with him, it was just a cloud of void air.

But she still didn't hesitate to draw the sword, just like his Tao is a kind of mysterious rhythm in the nature of heaven and earth, her Tao is the wind that is everywhere in heaven and earth, like a tangible and invisible wind.

Even if there is an unshakable majestic mountain in front of her, she is not afraid, because her blow at this moment is of course helpless against the mountain, but the mountain can't catch a trace of her......

There was indeed no warning, not even a sound, and there was no sword groan of drawing the sword, and the figure as red as fire suddenly disappeared with the wind, leaving only the delicate scabbard to fall abruptly.

When she reappeared, the blue sword in her hand had already pierced his side.

The sword was as fast as ever, but surprisingly steady, and the blade never trembled in the slightest, but this was a big violation of sword theory - any ordinary swordsman knows that attacking the enemy with a sword must not be rigid, so as not to be easily captured by the enemy, so the tip of the sword should be uncertain......

The mind and nature are in harmony, all the changes around him are not hidden, Yue Buqun has never felt so momentarily that the strange speed of Dongfang's undefeated is no longer a threat to him, there is no victory, no defeat, no life, no death, all obsessions can no longer stay in his mind.

In the indescribable wonderful induction of the sword's mind, he naturally knew that the undefeated spirit of the East was actually combined with some deeper flowing essence between heaven and earth, the body remained the same, the sword remained the same, but the body and the sword were unchanging at the same time, and it was full of the taste of the ever-changing laws in the constant and unchanging, as if a wisp of whistling in the breeze, it seemed that the body could not help itself, but in fact, it could change everything at any time with the help of the power of the 'same kind', without the slightest gap to be found, and there was no beginning or end.

At this point in the way of the sword, with Yue Buqun's 'sword heart through the mysteries', it is enough to penetrate all the visible and invisible loopholes, and the spiritual sense is also difficult to measure thoroughly.

But Yue Buqun still had nothing in his heart, and his body moved naturally.

He didn't draw his sword, not because he didn't have time to draw his sword, but he didn't have the intention of drawing the sword in the dark, but his invisible sword intent suddenly emerged from the nature of heaven and earth, squeezing and enveloping the undefeated body in the east...... It's not abrupt at all, giving people a chic and good-looking feeling.

However, in the feeling of being undefeated in the East, Yue Buqun's sleeve is overwhelming, enveloping everything, if her sword is like a wisp in thousands of breezes, then his sleeve is as ubiquitous as embracing the world, and can collect thousands of breezes, including her sword......

She knew that under the traction of the sword intent that enveloped her body, no matter how fast her body was, she couldn't avoid him, and she had no other choice but to fight hard.

Finally, his sleeve was aimed at her, and the tip of her blue sword pierced into it......

"Peng!"

The sound of breaking leather sounded, but it was the tip of the sword that pierced the scabbard held in Yue Buqun's sleeve.

Dongfang was undefeated and was not surprised, with the help of a slight spin, his graceful figure moved sideways in an instant, and he staggered with Yue Buqun half a zhang away.

"Qiang ......"

With a soft groan, the unsheathed Purple Void Sword seemed to remind its master that it had come to life, and in a flash, it had reached Yue Buqun's right hand, and before it had fully stretched its purple brilliance, it seemed to have a spirituality with Yue Buqun's figure around a mysterious arc, and the tip of the sword was extremely smooth and natural to the back of the neck of the East Undefeated. (To be continued.) )