The willow leaves follow the wind, not for the fun of fluttering, but for the sake of knowing what is a trade-off and what is really strong.

When a leaf falls into the ground, even a toddler's hand can easily tear it in half. But when it moves with the wind, it is the strongest moment when it sounds.

He is strong by him, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river.

It is not easy to leave three tiny round holes in a leaf at this time. At least, if you want him to do it, you can't do it.

Although he was shocked by Jiang Feng's attainments in swordsmanship, among the seven sons of Quanzhen, Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji were the most popular. At this time, Jiang Feng had already made it clear that he had to form this bond with the Quanzhen Sect for Li Mochou, and no matter what he was, he couldn't lose the face of the Quanzhen Sect.

With a wave of dust, it was not the dust that swept away, but the peace in his heart.

It was quiet in the woods, and there was no wind, but there was wind in the hearts of Jiang Feng and Wang Chuyi. It was a killing wind, swirling and twisting between the whistling, bringing a chill to the two of them.

The distance of three zhang is not short, but it is definitely not long, especially for masters like Jiang Feng and Wang Chuyi, the distance of three zhang is by no means a safe distance.

At such a distance, perhaps in the blink of an eye, the opponent's sword has reached his heart.

One step, one small step, the two of them raised their feet almost at the same time, and fell almost at the same time.

At this time, the two of them have formed a strange rhythm, and the two of them are connected at this time, as if they are one, and they seem to be two people.

Tai Chi gives birth to two instruments, and the fish eyes of the yin and yang fish are where the two of them are. No matter how the shape of the two people changes, they are just above the pole of one yin and one yang.

The way of yin and yang, the yang is prosperous and the yin is declining, and the yin is winning and the yang is declining, although the two have not yet fought each other, but they have not lifted and put down a foot, it is already the most thrilling contest.

No matter who lifts it up faster or slower, puts it down lightly and heavily, or walks out closer, the momentum accumulated in the previous body will be exhausted.

The master's move is like a battlefield battle array, a husband fight, and courage, one drum, then decline, and three exhaustion.

Once the momentum is controlled by the other party, the first thing is that the power of the kung fu has already gone to three points.

The steps of the two became slower and shorter, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two had reached a zhang long. Whether it is Jiang Feng or Wang Chuyi, there are already faint sweat stains on their foreheads at this time.

The internal kung fu of the two of them has been cultivated to a high and profound realm, not to mention that this spring chill has not gone away, even if it is a summer dog day, as long as the internal force is used, it will be fine.

At this time, sweat stains appeared on the faces of the two, which means that the internal force is running to the extreme, and they no longer have time to care about the performance of their bodies. As the so-called arrow is on the string, it has to be sent, and the two of them at this time are like pushing a burning powder keg, never letting go, and must not be endlessly deadlocked.

The moment before the powder keg was about to explode, it was the time for the two of them to make their own moves, and they would decide life and death.

One more step, and the distance between the two was already three feet.

The last step of the two of them was very slow, so slow that every moment could be seen clearly by others.

is like a thousand pounds, and it is the last kick of the two. In an instant, Li Mochou and Shi Zhongjian only felt that as the two of them fell, the entire earth suddenly trembled.

Wang Chuyi did not show off his feet in the ground, and standing firm sometimes means that he is not flexible enough. At such critical moments, flexibility is often more important than standing firm.

Another half step, a lightning-like half step, Jiang Feng suddenly snatched half a step forward at this time.

As Wang Chu lifted the dust in his hand, the long sword in Jiang Feng's hand was already unsheathed. In the blink of an eye, a blue light had swept towards the king.

Wang Chuyi is definitely a master of kung fu who is almost not below the Blood Sword Ancestor, and the great reputation of the Quanzhen Sect is by no means just made by Wang Chongyang alone.

At this time, Jiang Feng's internal strength cultivation was so profound, that it was far above the Yunzhou Vicious Fighting Blood Knife Ancestor back then. This sword was struck, and its power was far greater than that of the beginning.

However, this menacing sword, which seemed to be a dragon out of the sea, was dodged by the king's sideways in a millimeter.

Then the king's place swept the dust one by one, and after the dust was infused with internal force, it was as strong as steel, sharp as a knife and axe, and as heavy as a sledgehammer. The roar of the wind between the waves is really thunderous.

However, at this time, Jiang Feng's body was a strange oblique, it seemed to be upside down, it seemed to stand upside down, it was a weird kung fu in the Blood Knife Sutra.

As soon as the king saw that he couldn't make a contribution with a blow from the dust, his left hand suddenly struck with a palm, which was the Sanhua Ju Top Palm of the Quanzhen Sect.

Originally, the people of the rivers and lakes had to be in harmony with the body and the gods, and the heart and qi in order to exert their true power. However, in terms of the degree of weirdness alone, the kung fu on the Blood Knife Sutra is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and Jiang Feng's posture at this time does not hinder the operation of internal force at all.

The same left hand, the same palm, although Jiang Feng's palm is not famous, but under the surging internal force, the power is also amazing.

The palms of the two sides struck each other, and a huge "explosion" sound suddenly came from between the palms of the two.

At this time, with the help of the huge force of this palm, the two of them retreated one after another, and each of them withdrew more than seven or eight steps before they stopped their figures.

Jiang Feng put the long sword back into the sheath like lightning at this time, and then said with a faint smile: "The Three Flowers Gathering Top Palm of the Quanzhen Sect really lives up to its reputation, Jiang Feng was lucky today and fought a draw." As for the matter of the Dao Chief's desire to take Miss Li away, the matter of the Tomb Sect, it is inevitably a little inappropriate for the Quanzhen Sect to directly intervene!"

At this time, Wang Chuyi waved the dust, put it on his arm, and said: "Okay, good, good, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, I didn't expect that there was such a character as a young man in the rivers and lakes." If it weren't for the fact that Li Mochou killed too much after going to the rivers and lakes, Lao Dao didn't want to do much, since Shaoxia insisted on going his own way, Lao Dao would stop once today. It's just that in the future, I hope that Shaoxia can guide her to goodness, which can be regarded as a blessing in martial arts!"

As the figure of the king of Chuyi slowly left, Li Mochou came to Jiang Feng's side and said with a smile: "I can't see it, your kung fu can actually be tied with that bull's nose, yes, even if you atone for your sins this time!"

Looking at Li Mochou, who was complacent and seemed to have won a big victory, Jiang Feng had to shake his head and silently follow.

It seems that the Quanzhen Sect is the most important sect in the rivers and lakes, and the reason why Wang Chuyi is willing to leave is not because of Jiang Feng's words, but because of the red blood donation on the tip of the sword in Jiang Feng's scabbard.