The yellow-dressed female martial artist attacked again, this time in the shape of a peony. The steps of "flower head", "leaf", and "stamen" were clear, rich in layers, and the strokes were casual and natural, compact and not restrained, which was pleasing to the eye. If the sword in her hand was replaced by a brush, it would definitely be a very good ink painting.
But when it was displayed with a lady's sword, there was a special kind of murderous aura. This beautiful peony was actually a life-threatening talisman.
Du Feng imitated her and did the same action in the opposite direction. In the beginning, everyone thought that he was just copying the style of a gourd, nothing more. But later, they found that the flower-shaped sword energy of the yellow-dressed female martial artist was blocked by another flower of Du Feng.
Because the painting painted by Du Feng was not only in shape, but also had lethality. The two peonies collided with each other in the air, and every time they collided, sparks would fly. That was the high-speed friction between the sword energy and sword light, both trying to destroy each other.
This battle looked very gentle, just like a blind date. In fact, only the two people involved knew the danger. As long as one missed a move, a hole might be poked in their body, or half of their body might be blown up.
The yellow-dressed female martial artist seemed to feel that drawing a peony was not enough, and she began to draw a chrysanthemum. The plum had the least petals, and the peony had the medium number of petals, but the chrysanthemum was different, it was densely packed with small petals. How many sword strikes would it take to draw a complete chrysanthemum?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk … I don't know if Brother Du can take it."
Even Fu Xi began to worry for Du Feng, because the chrysanthemum was really too complicated, and if he couldn't draw it, he shouldn't draw it. If he changed his method, he could just directly attack the opponent and break her move. Why did he have to draw the exact same move?
But Du Feng was so special, he didn't take the initiative to attack the yellow-dressed female martial artist, but also drew a chrysanthemum. The two people's swords collided quickly in mid-air, and this time the painting method changed again. It was not drawn with sword energy, nor with sword light, but with the overflowing electric arcs from each collision.
Everyone knew that electric arcs were fleeting and could not be preserved for long. Therefore, the speed of the sword had to be fast, and the speed of the changes had to be fast as well. One move after another, there was absolutely no pause. Furthermore, he had to draw out the shape of the chrysanthemum and not randomly collide with it.
From the audience's point of view, it felt like the two of them were collaborating on a painting. Previously, each person had drawn a plum blossom, and each person had drawn a peony. This time, it was different. This time, the two of them were drawing a chrysanthemum together. It felt like they were embroidering hand in hand.
"Damn it, I'm afraid these two aren't here for a blind date."
One of the spectators couldn't stand it anymore. He had thought that the two of them were dancing and painting on the stage, and that they weren't here for a martial arts competition, but for a blind date.
"If he's not here for a blind date, then why do you think he's here?"
An audience member next to him asked him curiously.
"Let me see. They are here to show off their love for us."
This male audience member voiced out everyone's thoughts. Previously, when each person drew a flower to offset each other, it was fine. Now, they were painting a chrysanthemum together, and they were cooperating so well. If they hadn't rehearsed for a long time, how could they work so closely together? The two of them had discussed it in private and deliberately showed off on the stage for everyone to see.
"That's impossible. Would the Yellow Emperor allow this?"
If it was said that Du Feng did this, some people would still believe it. After all, everyone thought that he was a poor boy from the lower class who wanted to curry favor with the Yellow Emperor. This boy was actually quite smart. He stood between the Yan Emperor and the Qing Emperor to curry favor with both sides. Now that he wanted to curry favor with the Yellow Emperor, he must want to stand out.
However, as a member of the Yellow Emperor's side, how could the yellow-dressed female martial artist be so cooperative? Could it be that the champion this time had been decided internally? Once the topic was brought out, many people were willing to discuss this issue. Some people even believed that the champion had been decided internally and that Du Feng was already the son-in-law of the Yellow Emperor.
"Stop chatting. Take a look."
Just as everyone was talking, an audience member suddenly pointed at the stage and shouted. Everyone looked up and saw that the chrysanthemum had already taken shape. What was even more amazing was that Du Feng and the yellow-dressed female martial artist let go of their swords at the same time. The two swords slowly flew higher and higher with the chrysanthemum on their heads.
What the hell? Were they afraid that everyone couldn't see clearly and deliberately flew higher?
Of course, this was not the case. Du Feng had to follow the attacks of the yellow-dressed female martial artist and constantly compete with her hand speed. If he changed his move to attack, he would miss a move on his side. As long as he missed a move, the chrysanthemum would hit him.
This chrysanthemum had gathered the power of two people. If it hit his body and exploded, not only would his body be destroyed, even his soul would not be able to escape. Therefore, after fighting for a while, the two of them had to let go at the same time. They let the weapons fly away with the chrysanthemum, far away to avoid hurting themselves.
During the process of flying away, the lethality of the chrysanthemum would gradually weaken. When the chrysanthemum disappeared, the weapons would naturally fall.
"Watch my palm!"
After letting go of the weapons, the yellow-dressed female martial artist did not stay idle at all. She waved her palms and attacked Du Feng. Her hands were very small and soft, but her attacks were not weak at all. Although Du Feng's physique was strong, he did not dare to use his chest to take this palm.
Because he could already feel that the opponent's palm was soft and full of penetrating power. When this kind of soft palm hit the body, the power directly penetrated the internal organs. Not only could it shatter the internal organs, but it could even shatter the meridians.
She was really worthy of being a person cultivated by the Yellow Emperor. Her fighting skills were too good. She was a petite and weak woman, but her fighting ability was actually so strong. He also used his palm to push away the opponent's attack. He used the force from the side to dissipate the opponent's frontal attack.
However, things were not as simple as he thought. The yellow-dressed female martial artist did not retreat after her move failed. Her hands were like two snakes, directly wrapping around Du Feng's wrist. Then, she climbed up along his forearm and actually invaded his chest.
What was going on, her arms were too soft.
One had to know that a person's arm was divided into the upper arm and the lower arm. The elbow joint could only be bent forward, it could not be bent backward. Some people who were especially flexible could bend a little bit in the opposite direction. But no matter what, it was impossible to twist several times like a snake.
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