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The two were divided into two opposites, their breath climbing, their eyes looking at each other, and the murderous aura was pervasive, and they did not give in to each other.

Mo Ran stood with his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed, his phoenix eyes were solemn, and the palm holding the jade flute was also trembling slightly, obviously it was not easy to take the attack of Ye Fengyun's water sword just now, and after a while, he chuckled lightly and praised: "Yes, Yunshui Sword is worthy of being the first divine soldier in the world, so light and so sharp, it is really rare, if I hadn't used internal force to inject the jade flute, maybe my jade flute would have broken at this time." ”

Ye Feng didn't answer, holding his breath, a little surprised in his heart, this was the Yunshui sword technique he used the Yunshui sword, the first time he was stopped head-on, he couldn't help but have a trace of jealousy of the jade flute in Mo Ran's hand, this jade flute called "Seven Treasures Jade" would be so tough, it was really palpitating, Ye Feng also had an estimate of Mo Ran's strength, so he raised his breath slightly, raised his sword and stood up, took a step forward, and made a lunge.

Mo Ran's heart froze, he put away his smile, paid full attention, and watched Ye Feng's every move, because it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that Ye Feng's Yunshui swordsmanship was very exquisite, and the Holy Gate also lost several battles in a row because he didn't pay enough attention to it.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's right leg kicked, and his body was extremely fast, and a little step in the air was to rise into the air, and the sword in his hand moved with his body, bringing up a sword shadow like water, forming a mist all around, fusing with the ice and snow, dazzling, and flowing fireflies. In an instant, Ye Feng flashed and appeared on Mo Ran's side, and the long sword was thrown out, giving birth to a sword shadow, bringing out endless sword flowers, and striking at Mo Ran at close range.

Mo Ran didn't dare to be careless, raised his breath, turned the jade flute, injected it into the flute, and glowed with green light around his body, blocking the clouds and water sword flowers outside, but Ye Feng smiled lightly, there was a dagger hidden in the shadow of the sword, and this dagger was Mingyue's, if it was usual, Ye Feng would definitely not do such a thing that violated the morality of the rivers and lakes, but Mingyue handed the dagger to Ye Feng and said: This time we are saving people, we have no time to consume with the enemy, and we must pass in a short time.

Ye Feng heard what Mingyue said, that is, at this time, he used a hidden weapon, so that the dagger was mixed in the sword flower, and the sword shadow was a thousand heavy, Mo Ran could not know that Ye Feng was also mixed with a hidden weapon in it, and the jade flute was already familiar with the strength of the sword flower, if a dagger with different strength and sharper suddenly appeared, it would definitely catch Mo Ran off guard.

Sure enough, Mo Ran saw that the sword shadow was a thousand heavy, there was nothing new, and the strength was familiar to the jade flute, that is, he was slack, however, the sword shadow dissipated, and a sharp dagger appeared, hitting the jade flute, the force was extremely strong, making Mo Ran's grip unstable, and the dagger came directly, but Mo Ran's reaction was extremely fast, with a light pace, a little flash, the dagger flew over his face, leaving a dazzling blood mark on Mo Ran's delicate face.

Ye Feng said secretly: It's a pity! But he didn't stop, he dodged and retreated, standing in the distance, he gasped slightly, obviously the wave of attacks just now was also a great drain on him.

Mo Ran stretched out his hand and touched his face, he felt a little sticky, and when he looked at it again, his hands were bright red, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, so that his face was even more hideous, raised his head, stared at Ye Feng, his eyes were full of evil spirit, but after a while, he sneered and said lightly: "Originally, I came here to see you, just to tempt, I didn't expect you to hurt me, hehe, but be careful!"

After saying this, Mo Ran took a little breath, slowly lifted the flute to his mouth, stared at Ye Feng deeply, closed his eyes, blew slightly, and pressed his fingertips on the flute, and there was a soft and tear-jerking lament.

Ye Feng was very alert, as early as when Mo Ran was mentioning the flute, he pointed his right finger on his chest to point to the acupoint, sealing his hearing, and on the other hand, he increased his internal force, always ready to resist Mo Ran's rhythm attack. Ye Feng is no stranger to this attack, when he was young, he saw the confrontation between Mo Ran and Tsing Yi, and still remembered that Tsing Yi once said that this trick was called "sound killing"!

The flute sound is soft, like a girl telling her heart, and like a lover's whisper, but it is so ethereal, like a water flowing for years, the red dust is easy to get old, after all, it can't beat time, however, the sound is over, Mo Ran opened his eyes, but saw that Ye Feng just frowned, and it was no big deal, and he couldn't help but be a little admired, but when he thought about it, he knew, and said in his heart: It seems that he also knows how to defend against my tricks.

Although a move is useless, Mo Ran is not discouraged, he saw his chuckle, his phoenix eyes squinted, and he played the jade flute again, this time the flute sound changed from melodious and soft to high-pitched and intense, like a turbulent river, rushing endlessly, and like the wild gallop of thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, the sound gradually became urgent, and the most reluctantly trembled like the thunder of the thunder mountain between heaven and earth.

Mo Ran was immersed in the blowing, the flying snowflakes fell a thick layer on his body, the whole person was bathed in wind and snow, and the cold air overflowed, but the sound it blew seemed to blow away the cold and melt the ice and snow.

The soft sound at the beginning can't enter Ye Feng's ears, and it can't affect Ye Feng's hearing, but the hyperphony of this second stage seems to be pervasive, although Ye Feng has closed his hearing, but the hyperphonic sound still enters Ye Feng's ears, and suddenly, he felt dizzy and staggered, so he landed on the ground with the Yunshui sword, snuggled and stood, and when he came back to his senses for a while, it was to transport the Yunshui Heart Method, so that the internal force suddenly increased, resisting the hyperphony, for a while, it was a stalemate.

Mo Ran saw that the second flute was also resisted by Ye Feng, he was a little surprised, his mouth opened slightly, he didn't expect Ye Feng to have such skills, but for a moment, he still quickly calmed down and blew out the third flute, this flute is different from the first two sections, but the rhythm is suspended, and the sound is beautiful, as if the girl's soft wattle brushes her face, when the rhythm is getting urgent, it seems that the palace maid in the inner courtyard of the palace is dancing, and everyone is also talking and laughing with each other, and they are staggered.

Ye Feng's face was pale, and when he reached the limit of this third flute sound, his ears were full of this sound at this time, and he had no internal force that could resist the sound of this flute outside his ears, which was extremely critical.

Suddenly, the figure flashed, standing behind Ye Feng, that person stretched out his palm, printed on Ye Feng's back, input internal force, and helped Ye Feng to reach the flute outside, and Mo Ran was startled, and when he looked at it, it was a woman standing behind Ye Feng, not Mingyue, who else would there be? When Mo Ran looked at the flying sword, he saw that the flying sword was already prostrate on the ground, trembling slightly.

Mo Ran was slightly angry, and was about to blow out the flute of the next song, but in an instant, his starry eyes glared slightly, and looked behind Ye Feng, so he put away the jade flute, and in a flash, he grabbed the flying sword and retreated sharply towards the mountain, but after a pause, he turned around and said, "Ye Feng, we will wait for you on the mountain!"

After saying this, Mo Ran also glanced behind Ye Feng, the corners of his mouth were full of meaningful smiles, and the next moment, he turned around and left.