At this time, Bai Fenghan suddenly burst into a loud shout, and under the unexplained gaze of everyone, he actually gave up his unpredictable and powerful offensive, and instead pulled out the knife on his body, raised it with the sword, and blocked it forward, as if Zhong's hand turned into something terrifying, so that he did not dare to slack off.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder why Zhong Yun's extremely ordinary wave of his hand actually made Bai Fenghan give up the attack and choose to defend?

But in the blink of an eye, everyone suddenly understood, just like the few swords in front of Zhong Yun, perhaps in their eyes, Zhong Yun's style didn't seem to be fast, and it didn't have much strength.

But for Ba Fenghan, it was completely different. Although Zhong Yun's sword seems simple, it has unpredictable power, and Bai Fenghan's thousands of changes have been completely broken. He could only give up the attack and raise his sword to resist Zhong Yun's seemingly simple and unchanging palm with unpredictable power. If he can't take this sword, I'm afraid he will have to die.

But what everyone didn't know was that the reason why Ba Fenghan raised his sword to resist Zhong Yun's sword was not only because he understood that when he faced Zhong Yun's palm, his offensive was completely useless, and he might have died before he could touch Zhong Yun.

What's more, when Zhong Yun made a move, although he could see the mysterious trajectory drawn by Zhong Yun, he felt that his own body seemed to be unable to move, as if Zhong Yun's style was fixed in space, so that time and space had been forbidden, and he could only watch Zhong Yun's palm turn into a mountain and press towards his head.

So in such a situation, he had no choice but to give up the attack and choose to face Zhong Yun's palm, maybe there was still a trace of life.

Seeing that Zhong Yun's hand stopped not far in front of Ba Fenghan's sword, he saw that Ba Fenghan suddenly burst out again, gathered all his strength on his hands, and unexpectedly took the initiative to meet it. When everyone saw this, they suddenly had only one thought in their hearts: "Can you resist it?"

I saw that Zhong Yun seemed to have expected it. The face did not change, and everyone could only hear a "bang", and the sword of Ba Fenghan actually collided with the space in front of Zhong Yun's hand with a muffled sound.

Although Zhong Yun's palm only used eight successes, it seemed ordinary. But it was condensed into his spirit and spirit, so that under the palm of his hand, it seemed ordinary to outsiders, but in fact it was thunderous and powerful.

After the collision. Zhong Yun's body suddenly erupted with a strong momentum, and even the entire lobby was shrouded in it, and everyone felt that it was difficult to breathe, and their hearts were pounding.

"Click, click......"

When everyone heard the sound and looked intently, they saw that Ba Fenghan's knife suddenly began to crack, and his knife suddenly resounded endlessly, and it was instantly shattered into many pieces of iron that were less than half an inch. At the same time, Ba Fenghan's hand holding the knife was also shocked by Zhong Yun's seemingly ordinary palm. His arm was even scratched by a blade that had been shattered into pieces.

However, although Zhong Yun's hand was blocked like this, it didn't seem to have any stagnation, and it was still slowly pushed away.

Ba Fenghan's face suddenly changed drastically, under such a life-and-death situation, his last hope was only the sword in his right hand. He hurriedly raised his right hand high above his head, and used all his strength to slash towards the King's Landing Sword with a roar.

"Bang. ”

There was still no resistance, and the sword that Ba Feng Han had just swung out didn't even reach three feet in front of Zhong Yun's palm. It was directly shaken away by the force and inserted straight into the ground. Because he held his hand too tightly, his whole arm "clicked", and he was directly shocked by the strong force and fractured. It hung limply, but he still held his sword tightly.

But at this time, Ba Fenghan had no power to resist. Without any obstacles, Zhong Yun's hand continued to descend, instantly slashing on top of Bai Fenghan's head, as long as Zhong Yun exerted a slight force. This young master from the Turks will end up here.

But just when Zhong Yun was about to slap and Ba Feng was dying, the sound of the flute suddenly rose.

The sound of the flute is wonderful, frustrating and impermanent, and it seems to be faint in the space where the swords are struck, but the brilliance does not have a certain tone in the syllables, as if it is an improvisation with a casual wave. But it is unbelievable to melt in the whining of swords, the breathing of the notes and the notes, the transition between the musical phrases and the musical phrases, through the sound of the flute water ** melt out, even if there is a break, but the listening will only have the lingering feeling of endless and dead. Its fire is well understood, and it has reached the peak of the Xiaodao realm.

As Xiao Yin suddenly became high and generous, and suddenly complained and whispered, high to infinite, low to infinite, everyone was stupid for a while.

Although Zhong Yun had prepared in advance, guarding his mind to prevent being attracted by Xiao Sheng, but at the moment when the sound of the flute rose, his mind was instantly broken, and the whole person seemed to be hit by the acupoint, and suddenly stopped, and the right hand that should have been slapped down also stopped abruptly. The action is so casual and simple,

He listened carefully to the sound of the flute and immersed himself in the sound of the flute.

This kind of flute sound seems to be able to infect people's hearts, which makes Zhong Yun can't help but fluctuate with the flute sound, as if he feels something.

At this time, the sound of the flute turned from intermittent to entangled, but it became soft and thin, although it was full of every inch of space in the hall that was so quiet that it could not be breathed, there was an ethereal and unpredictable from infinity. And the music that makes people's hearts intoxicated is like a series of heavenly sounds murmuring alone in a mysterious and lonely world, evoking everyone's deep pain and joy, and surging unbearable sorrows, which can be sung and sighed.

Xiao Yin turned again, and a highly restrained enthusiasm bloomed through the bright notes, as if softly telling everyone's inner story.

Suddenly, Zhong Yun's heart was deeply touched, and countless pictures couldn't help but appear in his mind: the doubts and confusion of the first time he came to Tianwu, the joy and excitement of the first time he learned martial arts, the sorrow of Wudang's annihilation, the joy and tension of the first taste of love, the happiness and joy of living with the people of Huashan, and the incompetence and helplessness in the face of separation......

These images were projected in Zhong Yun's mind like a movie, and for a while, countless emotions came to his heart, and Zhong Yun could be said to be truly full of mixed feelings.

When Xiao Yin rested, no one in the hall could speak.

Zhong Yun's expression was even more complicated, when he heard this Xiao Yin, he recalled everything before, endless pain and helplessness came to his heart, and the pain and pressure that had been accumulated for a long time let him release it mentally and let him get relief.

But thinking of what he had thought and said with Ba Fenghan before, he didn't know how to face Shi Qingxuan, should he be angry at her for wantonly interfering with his competition, or should he thank her for relieving the depression in his heart and not being embarrassed? )