The song of the Phoenix against the Phoenix

Chapter 663 Innocent Confession 13
The flute sound of Bo Yixin quickly merged perfectly with Di Wuxie's sword.

This is not only an auditory feast, but also a visual feast.

Flying all over the sky are the pink petals of flowers and trees, floating in the air with the sound of the flute.

Comfortable in the air, free,

舞动
Circling
Hover
All of this is so beautiful.
It's so beautiful. It's as beautiful as a dream, like a song and a picture.
The melodious and beautiful sound of the flute slowly floated in the air, softening the moonlight a lot. Under the flower tree and in the sea of ​​petals, the dancing figure had the most perfect body in the world, and the dancing sword carried Powerful coercion and domineering.

The sound of the flute and the dancing sword are shocking and powerful.

Kexin and Kaixin looked at the two of them with wide eyes without blinking, and were surprised in their hearts. The graceful red figure was so beautiful, the dancing sword, the sword was like a rainbow, the dancing sword was sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce.

The sound of the flute suddenly became louder, and the sword in Di Wuxie's hand suddenly became violent. He turned around quickly, and with a gust of wind, the red robe on his body and the sword in his hand spread the petals in the air and danced.

The sound of the flute lingered, and the sword light was like countless rays of light. The petals were flying, flying all over the sky, and all the pink petals were falling.

The petals carried the notes of the flute, slowly rotating and jumping, and the sword energy spun the petals, forming a large circle, and each circle was formed by the petals.

Under the shallow moonlight, Yiren is sitting by the lake, the lake is sparkling, her snow-white robe looks like a cold and proud snow lotus on the mountain, her long black hair is flying freely behind her, holding a jade flute in her hand, making each of the beautiful and ethereal flutes The sound floated in the air.

The wind blew over, and the snow-white clothes fluttered, she raised her eyes lightly, with a smile in the corner of her eyes, she turned her head slightly, and looked at the sword-wielding Emperor Wuxie with her eyes.

A delicate face is slightly sideways, the bright moonlight hits the face, half is dark, half is bright, the facial features are three-dimensional and moving, handsome eyes and brows, white skin and red lips, slender eyelashes trembling slightly, like dancing butterflies.

Her red lips had a slight upward curve, no more, no less, just right, like a smile that wasn't a smile.

Di Wuxie stood against the light, with a few petals entangled in his hair, picturesque eyebrows, straight body stains, handsome movements, looking back and smiling, everything about him touched people's hearts in silence Heartstrings.

The two looked at each other, there was a faint gleam in the eyes, looming.

Time, space, everything in the world.
It seems to be frozen at this moment. The two seem to form a painting.

This painting is so beautiful, so dreamy, so pleasing to the eye.

Yiren sat by the lake with a jade flute in her hand and played lightly. The pink petals fell on her hair, slid past her, and landed on the edge of the lake. The calm lake water rippled round and round.
The handsome and impeccable man was dressed in a peerless red robe, three thousand strands of hair danced in the wind, and the red robe fluttered in the air.

The two were silent, what could be heard in the air was the beautiful sound of the flute, and what could be seen was the pleasing dance of swords, the silhouettes of the two under the moonlight approached silently, the two were so close.
The sword in his hand danced like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the melodious sound of the jade flute continued. The jade flute and the sword were perfectly coordinated with each other, not missing a single cent.

(End of this chapter)