Bonfires are roaring.

Ding Chunqiu put his hands behind his back and laughed: "Haven't asked the young man for his name yet?"

Chu Feng said: "When I cut you under the sword, it's not too late to tell you." ”

"You and I have a first meeting today, how can there be so many grievances?" Ding Chunqiu heard Chu Feng say that, with a slight smile on his face, his right hand moved to his chest, stroked his long beard, and sighed, as if Chu Feng had some misunderstanding about him.

Chu Feng said: "It's just that you only know me today, but I have already heard about Your Excellency's killing of the teacher." ”

Ding Chunqiu waved his right hand towards Chu Feng, and sighed again: "It seems that Shaoxia has misunderstood me deeply, and he won't listen to me......" Between the five fingers stretched, an almost imperceptible filament had flown towards Chu Feng. This filament has nothing to do with poison power, but is one of the three treasures of the stars.

This soft silk cord is made of silk spit out by the snow silkworm of the Star Sea, which is delicate and transparent, and it is worthy of the six-character mantra of "God does not know the ghost" in this dark night.

Chu Feng had no misunderstanding of this old monster of the stars, let alone listening to his nonsense in his heart, seeing that his right hand was shaking gently, he was vigilant in his heart, but where was the "soft silk rope" that could be seen by the naked eye in this night. He didn't panic even though he couldn't see it, and thrust his toes into the dirt in front of him, and then kicked them out in front of him.

Ding Chunqiu waved his left hand behind him, and a strong wind swept the puff of sand and gravel to the ground, and then said: "Why are you shooting at me like this?" The five fingers of his right hand kept moving, and his expression was even more kind, as if he was looking at an unreasonable little junior brother.

Chu Feng was even more vigilant in his heart, but he didn't know what kind of means Ding Chunqiu had used, so he had to retreat behind him first, wanting to avoid it far away, and then look for a fighter.

Thinking like this, Ding Chunqiu also guessed his mind seven or eight points, and when he saw that the time was ripe, he shouted: "Go!" The soft silk rope swimming in the air had already formed a huge net in the air, and danced in the air with Ding Chunqiu's internal force.

Ding Chunqiu borrowed the skill of speaking to lay out such a "sky net", and he was very proud in his heart, and the little depression of the previous destruction of the feather fan was swept away. The net made of soft silk is like a big hand, covering Zhang Xu Fangyuan, Ding Chunqiu knows very well that whoever has martial arts in the world, as long as he is entangled by this soft silk rope, then no kung fu will come in handy.

It's just that others can't see the silk rope, just seeing this old monster of the stars dancing with his hands, but his expression is quite complacent, they all feel very strange. There are only a few disciples in the Xingzhu Sect who know that Ding Chunqiu's "soft silk rope" is fine, and for some reason, they only listen to his "mouth" full of confidence, and the sound of sycophants in the sound of gongs and drums is great, and they praise this ancestor to the sky.

Su Xinghe and Xue Muhua watched Ding Chunqiu's movements, and they didn't know what to do, so they had to think hard about what kind of kung fu this Ding Chunqiu used, and he could have such self-confidence.

Wu Yazi's confidence in Chu Feng is not as strong as Xue Muhua's, and what Chu Feng fights with Ding Chunqiu is just Ling Bo Weibu and that Ling Bo Weibu. If it falls in the eyes of others, of course Chu Feng's body has nothing to say, there are few opponents in the world, but in the eyes of the head of the free faction, Chu Feng's most brilliant thing is the unintentional sword just now.

In terms of Ling Bo's micro-steps alone, Chu Feng couldn't compare to him, the carefree head of the family, but even Wuyazi had been plotted by this Ding Chunqiu and fell off the cliff. "How the hell did this rebel hit me?" is a question that has been bothering Wu Yazi for thirty years.

Today, when he saw Ding Chunqiu's somewhat inexplicable movements, he vaguely felt that he was going to find the answer to this question.

But no matter what others thought, Ding Chunqiu in Chu Feng's eyes was exposed at this moment. An opponent put on such a posture of "please kill me", even if there was a little bit of meaning to attract the king into the urn, he felt that he should also take out the sword.

With a soft roar, Chu Feng's body moved with the sword, turning into a streamer and stabbing straight towards Ding Chunqiu's chest. This sword was not fancy, and it clearly told Ding Chunqiu: "I'm here to kill you!"

Ding Chunqiu saw that Chu Feng was fierce, although he was not afraid in his heart, his right hand movement was still slightly slow, and with a flick of the little finger of his left hand, half of his fingernail shot straight towards Chu Feng, but this trick came out, and he shouted in his heart, "Mistake, mistake". If Chu Feng was forced to stop by his half of his nails, wouldn't it make the formless silk cord in the air fall short?

Ding Chunqiu's entanglement was only for a moment, and Chu Feng did not disappoint him. Even if the sword is like the wind, this half of the nail is difficult to cause him the slightest trouble, the body shape has changed slightly, and he has avoided it, and the edge of the iron sword has approached three feet in front of Ding Chunqiu's body.

"Look for death!" Ding Chunqiu sneered, and the net formed by the soft silk that had been serving guests for a long time fell from the sky. This soft silk rope is naturally difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, Ding Chunqiu urged it unabashedly, but this treasure was directly displayed in front of people, and a whining and strange roar followed the soft silk rope and pressed it down in front of Chu Feng.

Chu Feng didn't know how powerful it was, but he believed that if he Ding Chunqiu had any magic skills, as long as he opened a big hole in his chest, it would be a dead death.

Hearing this strange roar, Wu Yazi, who had always been calm, turned pale and said, "Gui Mei tends to be innocent!" Ding Chunqiu was re-recruited back then, he had also heard this strange roar, and now he heard it again, although he didn't know what the way it came from, he also clearly knew that Chu Feng had fallen into danger, and he couldn't help but point out.

Wu Yazi's sentence has been carried with his seventy years of refined "Northern Soul True Qi", with Chu Feng's internal force, it is still this sound straight into the ear drum, and it is buzzing. At the same time, Chu Feng only felt that the dust was heavy, and in the past few months, the dust had never left his side, and the weight of this iron sword was clear to him.

"It's weird!" Chu Feng had this thought in his heart at the same time, and his feet were already as Wu Yazi said, stepping on the "return sister" and going straight to "Wu Yu". Ding Chunqiu was standing in the "dry" position at this moment, and Chu Feng was already running from his front to the left when he moved like this.

"It's late!" Ding Chunqiu laughed wildly, and with a round of his right hand, circles followed his movements and passed to the soft silk rope. This strange thing from the sea of stars is like a cocoon, wrapped around the dust.

"The mind moves the gods, and then goes to the 'no' position. "No cliff road.

Chu Feng retreated again, and a force had already arrived on the dust, dragging his body to death, preventing him from returning to the "no" position. However, in this way, the soft silk cord has been tightly straightened between Chu Feng and Nading Chunqiu. Chu Feng's body moved again, and the soft silk rope was like a string, trembling endlessly.

The silk rope is no longer difficult to distinguish, under the firelight, Chu Feng looked at the thin line and remembered that on the Shaomu Mountain, Ding Chunqiu had used this thing to suppress a group of heroes, and captured Na Zi from ten zhang away, and said with a smile: "Good means!"

Wu Yazi remembered the old incident, and also praised it, and said, "Good means!"

Ding Chunqiu proudly flicked his long beard with the little finger of his left hand, which was missing half of his nails, and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say......" The disciples behind him saw that the master seemed to have the upper hand again, and the overwhelming praise only suppressed all the saints and heroes of the nine heavens and ten earths.

When the long whisker that was bounced up by the little finger fell, it seemed to be placed on the soft silk rope by accident, and a defiled qi passed along the soft silk rope towards Chu Feng.

"Abandon the sword!" Ding Chunqiu said loudly in the sound of sycophants.

Chu Feng just sneered and said, "Yes!" (To be continued.) )