There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

At that time, Wu Feng, the dazzling look in his eyes suddenly dimmed a lot. He silently stared at Jun Mowen for a while, and then said softly: "This move is too powerful. If it is not a last resort, I will don't want to use it."

In an instant, Jun Mowen understood what he meant.

For Wu Feng, "Storm Change" is probably the last ultimate move against the enemy.

Experts like them, who can be called the final killer move, must return only when they see blood after the move is made. If it is not the enemy's blood, it can only be their own.

Thinking about it this way, Jun Mowen didn't really want to see that move of "Changing the Storm" with his own eyes.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time before Jun Mowen changed the subject first: "These days, because I am recuperating here, you don't have time to look for your brother, but I think you don't seem to have any worries anymore. .”

Wu Feng stood up, walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky, his face was still very indifferent.

Over the past few days, he has adjusted his mentality, temporarily cut off all concerns about the secular world, and abandoned any weaknesses that he might reveal in the duel.

So even though Jun Mowen mentioned Wu Bo, Wu Feng still had no waves in his heart at this time. After a while, he smiled slightly and said: "I believe that he is still in the world, and that is enough. One day, I will be with you." He will meet again."

Of course, the premise is that he can survive the duel in a few days later.

Jun Mowen's injury has healed, and there are only five days left in the three-month period.

As they got to know each other better, Jun Mowen and Wu Feng also felt more sympathy for each other.

They are actually very similar in many ways.

Don't care about the eyes of the world, don't be afraid of the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes, be independent, do your own way, and be completely loyal to yourself in everything you do.

They also have peerless and independent loneliness and pride, longing for a confidant deep in their hearts, but hesitate because of their identities and responsibilities.

Even, as the older brothers of others, they shouldered the mission of protecting and teaching their younger siblings very early on.

"What about you? Are you worried about your sister?"

Wu Feng's gaze withdrew from the sky, and once again fell on Jun Mowen's face.

These days, the two of them talked about almost everything, many secret things that no one in the Jianghu could know, and they didn't mind sharing with each other.

So they are more and more like friends who have known each other for many years, rather than opponents who are about to fight for life and death.

Jun Mowen shook his head calmly: "Before I left Beitian Mountain, I had already arranged everything in the sect. Even if I don't go back, Mo Xiao can still shoulder the responsibility of the sect leader."

What's more, there are two elders and many congregation assistants. From this point of view, it is easier for Jun Mowen to be free of worries than Wu Feng, so he can also exert his greatest potential in the duel.

However, the closer the day of the duel was, the more often Jun Mowen and Wu Feng fell into a sudden silence.

For some reason, the two hearts, which were already as still as still water and had nothing to worry about, would ripple slightly from time to time because of each other's words, smiles, or even a simple movement.

They suddenly realized that although they have tried everything these days to temporarily let go of all concerns about the world, so that there is no flaw in their whole body, but they can't predict it, and it will become their biggest weakness in the end. Yes, it is precisely the other party.

The closer the time is, the more melancholy they feel. However, both of them are people who pay great attention to their promises. No matter how much reluctance they have in their hearts, this battle has already become a foregone conclusion.

With the first dawn, this morning on Feixue Rock is still as peaceful and beautiful as usual.

However, at this moment, outside the city of Gusu, countless people from the martial arts world have already gathered.

They all came for this world-shattering battle, but none dared to go up to the Feixue Rock of Liupu Peak where the two masters of the world were located, so they could only wait at the foot of Liupu Peak.

Naturally, it is divided into two distinct factions, one is the Yueheng sect decorated with the style of the Western Regions, and the other is the Central Plains martial arts headed by the seven sects.

The two sides stared at each other full of hatred. If they were not eager to know the result of the battle on the peak, they would have been unable to hold back their swords.

When the first ray of dawn pierced the darkness, suddenly there was a misty flute sound, which was sent down from the top of the peak.

Surprised expressions appeared on everyone's faces, but after only listening silently for a moment, their minds were all attracted by the sound of the flute, and their somewhat violent moods gradually became calm and peaceful, and they couldn't help lowering their weapons.

Jun Mowen quietly looked at the white figure standing on the edge of the cliff facing the wind and floating like a fairy.

It was that unnamed flute song again, but it didn't have the sadness and anger that he felt when he passed by in the wind and snow on the river, which also showed that Wu Feng's mood had become more peaceful.

In Jun Mowen's heart, suddenly there was a hint of resentment.

Why can Wu Feng be so calm when his state of mind is still chaotic?

Could it be that these days of living together day and night did not leave the slightest trace in his heart?

But the only bit of resentment disappeared in an instant in the beautiful flute sound.

How can I blame Wu Feng?

It was his own ambition and pride that involved Wu Feng, who was originally indifferent, into this dispute, and single-handedly ruined the peaceful and peaceful years on Feixue Rock.

In the end, why can't the other party keep this peaceful state of mind?

Thinking of this, Jun Mowen immediately calmed down again.

The sound of the flute is lingering, sometimes high and clear, straight into the sky, and sometimes low and melodious, arousing people's thoughts.

Jun Mowen let his mind be affected by the sound of the flute, as if he had walked through thousands of rivers and mountains hand in hand with Wu Feng. Everything seemed to have been witnessed by him and understood by himself.

What a pity, if it is possible to ride horses and gallop with each other and travel all over the world, what a pleasant thing it would be?

However, after this battle, perhaps they will never have such an opportunity again.

Wu Feng put down the bamboo flute lightly, but the melodious sound of the flute still seemed to linger between heaven and earth.

After a while, he turned around and looked at Jun Mowen, with a beautiful smile on his face: "No matter how long we meet, there will be a day of parting."

Jun Mowen was silent for a long time, and then he said in a strange way: "All encounters are like this."

Smiling weakly, Wu Feng's eyes seemed to have a look that Jun Mowen couldn't see through, but the young man in white didn't say anything more, he just pointed at the chess table beside him and said, "Please."