There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

That was Jun Mowen's most difficult game of chess in his life.

The chains are interlocking, pressing every step of the way, every step is thrilling, and there are infinite murderous intentions hidden behind every step.

All his wisdom was mobilized to deal with this battle, and he was already sweating profusely without knowing it, but he didn't feel it was hard, he just felt hearty.

The competition of wisdom and spirit was so intense that he completely forgot about the upcoming decisive battle, and even more so, how reluctant he was about it.

Black and white are criss-crossing, and you are fighting with surprise and subtlety in the midst of life and death, and finally it becomes an inextricable situation where both sides suffer.

Jun Mowen and Wu Feng stared at the chessboard silently for a long time, neither of them knew where to go next, and they also thought of the decisive battle between the two in their hearts, whether they would live and die together like a chess game, and both sides would suffer?

"It seems that this round is a dead end."

Wu Feng's voice sounded close at hand, Jun Mowen suddenly felt that his mood became a little heavy again.

He looked up at the peerless white-clothed boy opposite, and suddenly said, "Jun has finally found a true confidant in this life."

Wu Feng smiled, his voice was still calm and melodious like spring water, but with an unquestionable firmness.

"me too."

Just this sentence is enough, the haze in Jun Mowen's heart was swept away in an instant, and he showed a bright smile again.

The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and understood everything they wanted to say from the other's eyes, so there was no need for more words.

The next moment, the two stood up at the same time, and walked slowly to the open space beside the cliff.

In the previous month, they had played against each other here many times, but only this time, they had to give their best.

Silently standing still in the position I have been accustomed to for a long time, the mountain wind suddenly picked up, blowing off the last remaining bright red from the branches, and falling on the hair tips and shoulders of the two, but neither of them had time to distract themselves.

The smile on the face has disappeared, and replaced by a serious expression that has never been seen before. Jun Mowen and Wu Feng put all their attention on the opponent who is only a few feet away from them. The details of sleeves and slightly raised hair cannot escape each other's eyes.

All of a sudden, the two of them shot at the same time, both of which changed from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic. The palm wind and sword energy instantly covered the entire back mountain. The cherry blossoms were lifted up violently, and they were torn into pieces in mid-air before they were scattered all over the place like an explosion.

Perhaps apart from the two sides in the decisive battle, no one can clearly see the moves they used. Even if they just stand aside and watch, they will be affected by the criss-crossing sword qi and palm wind, just like the black pressure before the storm is approaching. The sky in the sky makes people feel extremely fearful and uneasy, just want to be able to stay away from the storm that may come at any time as soon as possible.

At the very beginning, the two still had a little temptation in their hearts, but the strength of their opponents made it impossible for them to retain the slightest strength.

All the martial arts in memory are displayed continuously in his hands, and then he watches the opponent resolve them with extremely ingenious and incredible moves.

The blood gradually boiled in the body, and it was no longer the brain that controlled the moves in his hands, but only a survival instinct cultivated in years of practice and actual combat.

Every cell in the body seems to be clamoring to defeat the opponent, to defeat the opponent, that is the inevitable order issued by their innate dignity and pride.

Flowing and flowing, chic and calm, although it is a decisive battle of life and death, Jun Mowen and Wu Feng's eyes cannot but be attracted to each other with some appreciation.

Even though they are performing terrifying martial arts that can kill people in an instant, their every move is still as graceful as a peerless painting in the eyes of those who have reached the perfection of martial arts.

Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, they made unnecessary movements without delay, and there seemed to be no flaws in the whole body. It made people feel that there was no other way to face them except to worship them as gods.

Time passed unknowingly, this battle moved from day to noon to the top of the moon, Jun Mowen and Wu Feng who were in it hardly felt the passage of time, only the people waiting for the result under Liupu Peak were getting more and more The more anxious you are.

Wu Feng seems to have become one with the dagger in his hand, every simple movement will lift up a piece of cold moonlight, white clothes are fluttering, and his handsome face seems real under the moonlight, which makes people can't help but think of stepping The banished fairy who came from the moon.

Jun Mowen suddenly lost his mind for a moment. He who had no other thoughts at first suddenly remembered the first meeting between the two. In the Sanfen restaurant full of hostility and indifference, only Wu Feng stretched out his hand representing friendship to him.

If he knew that things would turn out like this in the end, would he rather never set foot in the Central Plains?

In the fight between masters, just a moment of distraction is enough to kill.

Naturally, Wu Feng didn't miss this opportunity, perhaps it was the only flaw that the opponent had revealed so far in the fight.

It was almost too late to think, the desire to survive had become an instinct, deep in his heart he still vaguely remembered that if he wanted to see that person who was extremely important to him again, he would absolutely not lose this battle.

The dagger in his hand reflected the cold moonlight, and the brilliance even overwhelmed the bright moon in the sky in an instant. If there was any real pressure, it would be like a river rushing or a waterfall pouring down, all heading towards the stunned Jun Mowen.

Jun Mowen understood in an instant that this must be Wu Feng's self-created decisive move——Fream Change.

Sure enough, it was as changeable and powerful as imagined, even Jun Mowen didn't dare to face his sharpness, so he could only fly up immediately, retreating, and at the same time release the palm force and finger wind completely, trying to resolve this sharp-edged attack. one move.

However, all his countermeasures were overshadowed by the sword move with the momentum of wind and thunder.

The sound of the water gradually sounded, and there was already an abyss behind. The mountain spring water merged into a majestic waterfall on the mountainside, hitting the rocks on the mountain wall like chaotic beads and broken jade, and finally fell into the deep pool at the bottom of the cliff with a rumbling rumble. .

Jun Mowen realized that he had no way out, and in this short period of time, he suddenly realized the way to break the storm.

However, the price must be the life of one of him and Wu Feng.

"I believe that he is still alive, and that is enough. One day, I will meet him again."

Suddenly, what Wu Feng said that day rang in his ears again. He never gave up hope for his younger brother Wu Bo.

Jun Mowen suddenly felt that it would be too cruel if he ruthlessly snuffed out the hope in his heart.

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

As an elder brother, how could he not be worried?

But Jun Mo asked more clearly that even if he was not around, the elders in the church could still take good care of his sister.

And Wu Feng, and his younger brother Wu Bo, maybe there is only each other left in this world.

Jun Mowen sighed in his heart, and took another half step back.