Yan Mansion Courtyard. The wind seemed to have stopped, and the fiery red maple leaves fell, no longer flowing gracefully, as if they were trapped in a heavy swamp, falling slowly and vertically. A fluttering maple leaf is as heavy as a thousand pieces at this moment! What remains still is the human heart. Yan Zhongguo, Mrs. Yan, Shangguan Haitang, Duan Tianya, Yan Ruogang, Kuangmian Silang, as well as the soldiers and maids in Yan Mansion all held their breath at this moment, widened their eyes, watched with concentration, and silently expected in their hearts , hoping that the second young master, who is surrounded by murderous intent and covered with black clouds like a demon, can rescue Yan Mansion from this crisis In the center of the courtyard. Yan Ruofeng stared at Cao Zhengchun in front of him with an expressionless face, and slowly raised the incomplete human-high sword in his hand. Cao Zhengchun's heart was far away, and the murderous aura in his body was like an unscrupulous demon. Invading the entire courtyard, it turned into actual swords and stabbed at Cao Zhengchun Cao Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, smiled conspiratorially, and looked at Yan Ruofeng with eyes full of vigilance and that A deep fighting spirit! As a third-level innate master, Cao Zhengchun, he is alone. Even Kuangmian Shilang, who has nine points of sword power, cannot match him, and he has not even forced out his final trump card. But now, he feels it from the young man opposite him. threaten. Whether it was his peerless sword energy or the murderous aura that turned into reality, Cao Zhengchun felt excited. All the cells in his body were boiling and burning. That is desire. He is eager to fight Yan Ruofeng! Cao Zhengchun looked at Yan Ruofeng, bent his legs slightly, straightened his waist, and slowly raised his right palm, very slowly, very slowly, with a solemn and solemn expression on his face, as if he had lifted a big mountain. An obscure artistic conception slowly leaked out from Cao Zhengchun's hands. As his palms extended outwards, it quickly intensified until it turned into a shock wave that was invisible to the naked eye but could be clearly felt. The center like Yan Ruofeng spread As Cao Zhengchun and Yan Ruofeng released their auras, the air in the Yan Mansion compound became thicker. Yan Ruofeng's strong murderous intent is like black clouds, and Cao Zhengchun's invisible and obscure artistic conception is like transparent moonlight. The two people have not yet fought, but the artistic conceptions released by each have already begun to compete. Zizz! Zizz! Half of the dark clouds carried the actual killing sword through the layers of viscous air, making a roaring sound. The sharp wind sound was like the howling of ghosts and wolves in hell Whoosh! Whoosh! The transparent moonlight exudes obscure fluctuations, turning into a roaring hurricane, urging the thick air to make a stuffy whirring sound, like a person who is about to suffocate greedily breathing in the little oxygen The whole courtyard they Under the aura, it turned into a black and white Tai Chi. One side was shrouded in dark clouds, with ghosts crying and wolves howling, which was scary and gloomy. The other side was full of moonlight like water, with gusts of cold wind, and it was so dull that it wanted to scream. Neither of them made a move, but the energy in their whole bodies locked onto each other tightly. Their spirits were on high alert, white smoke rising from their bodies from time to time, and their spirits were stretched to the limit Looking at the obscure artistic conception sprouting from Cao Zhengchun, Kuangmian Silang curved the corner of his mouth in a somewhat desolate arc. Unexpectedly, Even his nine-point sword intention did not force out his trump card - he did not force out his artistic conception. He shook his head and smiled weakly, turning his gaze to Yan Ruofeng, who had an indifferent face and full of murderous intent, with some hesitation in his expression. He was not sure whether Yan Ruofeng could defeat Cao Zhengchun. After all, at their level, anything was possible. In terms of artistic conception alone, he believed that Yan Ruofeng was unparalleled in the world, but his internal strength was far behind. There is not even the second level of innateness. "In addition, he had just rushed all the way, and although his mental fighting spirit had reached the extreme, his internal strength was somewhat lacking. However, Cao Zhengchun was waiting for work, and his whole person was completely at his peak. There is absolutely no predictability in this life-and-death duel. This is the collision of sword intent and internal force! Kuangmian Shiro smiled in relief and shook his head. In the center of the courtyard, at the junction of the auras of Cao Zhengchun and Yan Ruofeng, black clouds and moonlight continued to roll and rise, and the thick air turned into smoke visible to the naked eye as the auras agitated. The fiery red maple leaves fell, strangely losing their gravity. Instead, they flowed with the different auras on both sides, sometimes rushing towards the black clouds formed by the murderous aura, and sometimes drifting towards the moonlight formed by the obscure artistic conception. The two popular characters Cao Zhengchun and Yan Ruofeng started a tug-of-war with the courtyard as the center! Although they have not taken action now, the battle between them has already begun. This is a duel at their spiritual level, a duel at their hearts! At their level, the relationship between two people?You will not take action rashly if you are not sure of victory. They are all waiting, waiting for the other party to make the first move. Because the one who strikes first will reveal his flaws first, and what awaits him is his opponent¡¯s thunderous strike after all! ! Time passed slowly. Yan Zhongguo and Duan Tianya were waiting but did not dare to speak out even though they were feeling uncomfortable. They knew that the battle in their hearts had reached a fever pitch. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? A strange neighing sound sounded from the place where the auras of the two people met. The black clouds, sharp swords, moonlight, and strong wind disappeared in an instant. The thick air suddenly burst, shattering the scattered maple leaf rolls! Evenly matched! The aura disappeared at the same time! Cao Zhengchun and Yan Ruofeng took action again at the same time. Cao Zhengchun's entire body turned into an indestructible hurricane, and the obscure artistic conception and natural trends turned into swimming winds, whirling and whistling around him, and the Gang Qi in his body was desperately vented outward "Pure Yang Gang Qi" !¡± Cao Zhengchun shouted loudly, and his body floated up from the spot strangely. The surrounding wind turned the thick air into invisible white mist, whirling away like Yan Ruofeng Yan Ruofeng Silently looking at the big sword in his hand, he stabbed it out casually. The speed was very slow but it seemed to penetrate the layers of space in an instant. The substantial murderous aura on his body and the ink-like dark clouds above his head surged into the sword in his hand like rising tide. The incomplete sword was like a life-killing blade from hell, flashing with a mysterious black light. light. There is still an end to this sword. Yan Ruofeng held the sword in his hand and walked forward slowly. With every step he took, a shockingly powerful edge burst out from his body, and there was also a sharp edge on the tip of the sword! Use murderous intent as your bones and edge as your god! At this moment, the sword seemed to have life, it was trembling and howling, and the breath of death was released from the ordinary sword The fourteenth change of the Thirteen Deadly Swords! PS: Due to a browser problem last night, the layout of this chapter was very messy, and even rearranging it several times didn¡¯t work. I changed the browser today and reposted it. In addition, due to today's exam, the morning chapter was not published, so I will post it together with the evening chapter. I will try my best to do it before 22:00.