Predecessors all over the world

The last game of Fengyunhui is Yin Miaomiao vs Mu Tianguang.

From the perspective of the sect, among the people's expectations, from the perspective of the candidate, a bit beyond people's expectations.

The odds of the betting banker are the most telling. Mu Tianguang's odds are 1:1.5, and Yin Miaomiao is 1:3, the difference is twice, reflecting the true thoughts of the onlookers.

Even Yin Miaomiao herself felt a little uneasy. It was very troublesome to restrain her supernatural powers. It was equivalent to her illusion golden eyes being useless. However, Mu Tianguang suffered a heavy injury and his strength was weakened. It was barely good news.

No matter what, it will be a tough battle.

Yin Miaomiao thought, and took out the Liufeng Huixue clothes that Killing Dan was given to her by Ren Wuwei from her armband, and prayed that this clothes could be worn by the end of tomorrow.

Xiang Tianya is careless and doesn’t bother to watch the fun: “I haven’t seen you so nervous before, I’m so stressed against you with Mu Tianguang?”

"It's all my senior brother." Yin Miaomiao said angrily, "The last game is to bet on the honor of the sect. I originally thought it was my senior brother. Now it's okay. It's my turn. It's my turn. It's unreasonable to lose too badly."

The first place in the Fengyun Club is not only the first, but also the face of the sect. Chongxiao Sect originally planned to let Yunlian or Bai Yishen make it. Forget Bai Yishen, it was very difficult to fight You Baichuan, and Yunlian directly admitted defeat.

, made her a stepping stone and sent her to the finals.

If you don’t fight hard, I’m sorry for my master (Ren Wuwei: A Ye), I’m sorry for my senior brother, and I’m sorry for the sect.

This game does not necessarily have to win, but you must play with your level, style, and face.

Laughing at Tianya: "The key is that his supernatural powers will defeat you, right?"

Yin Miaomiao thought to himself, not only that, everyone will be embarrassed to see each other tomorrow, but it will be bad if someone sees it, but he said, "I would rather fight You Baichuan."

"This is fate." sighed to Tianya, "But Mu Tianguang has a weakness, have you noticed?"

Yin Miaomiao thought, "The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold?"

"That's right." Xiang Tianya blinked at her and said gloatingly, "He is a proud person and has no feelings. It's hard to find this. I guess Yishui Jian has reached a bottleneck."

Yin Miaomiao thought: "I understand, this is indeed my chance."

The next day, the finals were crowded.

Feiying squeezed into the crowd and grabbed Tianya and asked in a low voice: "Who did you buy?"

Xiang Tianya cooperated with her voice down: "No one bought it."

"So too." Feiying gave him a bitter look. Both sides were relatives and it was difficult to place bets. "Why did they meet?"

He spoke to Tianya with great sincerity: "This is the destiny of heaven."

Feiying: No matter who loses, it will be very sad, no matter who wins, it will be very happy. Then will you be happy or sad? I am so worried.

The people below were talking a lot. Yin Miaomiao and Mu Tianguang had already come to the stage. They were dressed in white and black. They had completely opposite temperaments and had inexplicable harmony.

"Please give me advice." They greeted each other.

The president of Dong Renxin Academy rings the small gong: "The competition begins."

Mu Tianguang did not hesitate at all. The snow sword came out. Wherever the sword edge passed, the water vapor in the air was condensed into ice flowers, covering the blade one by one.

When he arrived in front of Yin Miaomiao, the sword body was already silver-white, and the coolness of the snowflakes pounced into her eyes. Her waist twisted slightly, and with the power of his sword, she retreated half of her body. The tip of the sword rubbed against her jaw,

There were some water drops on the skin.

Mu Tianguang changed to slashing, and the sword blade swept towards her throat. Yin Miaomiao waved her sleeves and rolled it, and the flames rose from her palm, and confronted the Snow Sword on the front. But he saw the snowflakes on the sword melting quickly, revealing the snow.

The original color of the sword comes from, just like the water of a glacier, and it is clear and clear.

After one move, the two of them had a more accurate understanding of each other's strength.

That day, Yin Miaomiao fought against Du Yueque, and Mu Tianguang was attracted by her illusion golden eyes. After fighting, he realized that her flame was indeed powerful and could actually break his sword energy.

Without any extra words, he swung the second sword.

The frost spreads around him as the center and quickly spreads over half of the arena. A thin layer of ice formed on the compact and flat ground, so smooth that it can reflect the figure.

The snow is dancing, and the coldness is penetrated through the bones.

Yin Miaomiao only felt that he had entered the North and South Pole by mistake. The temperature dropped sharply, the blood vessels were frozen, and the internal organs became ice lumps. It would be crushed with a little force. The air in the lungs became heavy and heavy, as if swallowing lead blocked in the throat.

, almost suffocating.

The tip of the sword pointed straight into her throat.

Yin Miaomiao triggered the red lotus in the dantian, and a warm feeling rose, instantly dispelling the chill around her body. She smiled slightly and waved her hand. It was neither too early nor too late. Qiu Feng Ruyi Fan and Xueji Sword met.

Let's go.

The silk fan is like snow, as thin as cicada's wings, and the snow is a sword, which is unstoppable. However, when the two meet, the sword is blocked by a round fan, and no more progress can be made.

But Yin Miaomiao did not stalemate with him. She flipped her wrist and sang the sword. At the same time, she used the illusion golden eyes.

The flames and lotus flowers bloom, and wherever they pass, it is like spring returning to the earth, the frozen ground melts, and the flowing water is gurgling.

Mu Tianguang frowned slightly, not quite understanding why she knew that he could crack it, but since she had weaved the illusion, he had to crack it.

In the eyes of the Breaking Barrier, the illusion was nothing more than flying light. He waved the snow and picked a red lotus open, covered with ice and snow, and the flames were extinguished in an instant.

"Everyone has magical powers?" The Nascent Soul of Wanshui Pavilion was extremely surprised, "What a coincidence."

True Lord Fu Yi knew that Yin Miaomiao had illusion golden eyes, but he didn't expect that Mu Tianguang also had it, and it was just in conflict. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's such a coincidence."

Others felt sorry for Yin Miaomiao, but he was calm and said to him: "You know this fan. It is called Qiufeng Ruyi Fan."

Mu Tianguang said nothing. Mo Yao was desperate for this fan. Of course he had heard that it was a top-quality magic weapon developed by his senior brother. In order to thank Yin Miaomiao for bringing Feiying back, he sent it all the way.

Dongzhou.

But, what did she say about this?

"You may not know that a round fan is not a good image. 'If life is just like the first time I met, why would the autumn wind be sad about painting a fan?' In summer, I will go in and out of my sleeves, and I will give up the box in autumn." She rotated the handle of the fan, brightly

The moon-like fan flips and whirls, coming and going, like time never looking back. "The autumn wind is sadness, and the wish is joy. This fan can not only protect and protect, but also represent two different emotions."

The best magic weapon is separated from the immortal weapon, and it is impossible to have only two functions: defense and magic casting. After careful study, Yin Miaomiao finally understood the real purpose of this fan.

It not only can increase spells, but also assist spiritual consciousness, and is also useful in soul art and illusion art.

Mu Tianguang's eye of breaking the obstacle can break through the confusion and distinguish between true and false, but his heart can transcend the world, regardless of sorrow or joy? Yin Miaomiao thought, gently shaking the fan.

The bleak autumn wind blows, and the bleak time is over.

This is the fourth volume of "Fengyue Lu": "Don't be sad and sad, and separation will be born, and don't be sad and secluded forever. Any deep love will never live long, and it is the most common thing. Therefore, there are those who are "sad".

It is not easy to tell the truth, and it is known to the world."

When Liansheng died, she saw the old Qin and Chen Jiu, and realized that the most tragic thing in the world was not the moment when yin and yang were separated, but that it was just ordinary at that time. That year, she formed a demon of the devil in her heart, and saw her again for sixty years.

Zhuo Yu, the love of the past, only then did he know what it means to be easy to see when he is away. He should not turn back when he is practicing Taoism and cannot tolerate any regrets.

Just a sad separation.

She has experienced the separation of life and death. This sad and sad taste, reviewed over and over under her tongue, is even more bitter than Coptis chinensis.

Therefore, the name of this trick is called "Yan Ran**".

It is not an illusion, it is born from the heart, it is real, it can be said to be a kind of soul technique, it is not aggressive, but it can bring the other person closer to his emotional world, influence the other person by his own feelings, and force empathy.

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The eye of breaking obstacles can see through only the illusion. To see through the truth, one must have a heart that rolls around in the world.

The round fan brings up the autumn wind, and a dark atmosphere spreads.

Feiying in the audience suddenly felt sore and wanted to cry for no reason: "What a trick? I suddenly feel so sad."

"Your spiritual platform is too crisp and affected." An isolated barrier and a cultivator of the same realm was only slightly touched by Xiang Tianya, but was not pulled. Feiying's cultivation level was lower and he was infected at once

It's right.

But the most affected is Mu Tianguang.

He was caught off guard by strange emotions. The calm heart lake suddenly swelled, and sadness and sadness filled his chest. What was surging and boiling? I wanted to suppress this strange emotion, but the more I wanted to force it.

The more he suppressed it, the more he was backfired by it. His throat tightened, and his soul was wiped away little by little. He wanted to hold the sword, but even the sword-wielding ** disappeared.

What is the meaning of living in the world? What is the difference between victory and defeat? Whether plants and trees grow or wither, and whether the sun will rise, it doesn’t matter.

If you lose a person, the world will lose its color.

What is love in the world? It is what makes people agree with each other?

In an instant, a lot of past events from many years ago came to my mind. The female cultivator who had long remembered her face said, "If you refuse to respond to me, it will be meaningless for me to live, so I would rather die."

"It's up to you," he said.

Then she really died. It was inexplicable that a good monk gave up his immortal path and life for love.

Love is really no different from poison. Mu Tianguang thought about this and tried his best to suppress this strange emotion and continued to wave his sword to meet the enemy.

Wherever the sword passes, there are white snow.

Yin Miaomiao held a round fan and disguised him. Even though the wind came back to Xueyi, he was inevitably injured. The wounds infected by the sword energy could not flow out, and it was condensed into ice.

Drill in from the ruptured wound, blocking the meridians and blocking spiritual power.

These injuries seem inconspicuous, but in fact, they have been extremely lethal after a long time. I don’t know how many people were defeated by the cold air of the Yishui Sword. Unfortunately, Yin Miaomiao, who has an extremely Yin body, deals with such Yin and cold

The energy has long been familiar with the path, and the mental method of "Feng Yuelu" can naturally be transformed.

After more than a dozen moves, Mu Tianguang's feelings that were suppressed in his heart reached the limit. He could no longer bear it and suddenly burst out. Fierce and surging emotions swept through his chest, and the dull and sharp pain pierced into his chest like a sharp knife.

His spiritual power was out of control and injured his meridians. He let out a "pop" and spit out blood.

The author has something to say: Feng Yuelu finally comes out again_(:3∠)_Every time I edit it, I scratch my head~~ Illusion is not useful, isn't there any soul technique? Isn't it so important?

Of course, the competition is far from over. Mu Tianguang is not so weak, after all, he is the next male guest.

Seeing everyone's call for You Baichuan, comrades, Mu Tianguang hasn't started yet, you're looking for the next one?? Don't do this, I haven't thought about it yet. I've finished writing the 4th. It's charming.

The role of the character doesn’t have to be a male guest. Don’t you think about leaving blank space for readers?

There is a pot of blood to be sprinkled in the next chapter, I have been looking forward to it for a long time! You will definitely not guess! See you tomorrow~~

ps: The cited poems are very famous, no comments are made