The feeling was very wonderful at that moment just now, and I felt like the restraint of my body disappeared suddenly, or rather, it did not disappear, but part of it.

Has the effect of the mountain and river field weakened?

When he was happy, Fang Zhengzhi suddenly felt the mountain of pressure pressing down on him again.

Moreover, it is even stronger than before.

Not weakened...

Is it an illusion? It shouldn't be that I did take a step forward just now.

Before Fang Zhengzhi could think too much, a few fiery red moons attacked again, scaring him so much that he could only keep swinging his sword, and then resisted it with four times the number of Yan Xiu.

"Boom boom boom..."

After a series of air waves hit, Fang Zhengzhi was shocked and retreated several steps back.

A trace of sadness surged out again in my heart.

And at this moment, his body suddenly retreated a few steps back, and the wonderful feeling came again, which was clearer than the previous vague feeling.

Have a problem

Fang Zhengzhi could almost confirm that in the moment, the pressure on his body was reduced a little. Although it was not much, it was really reduced.

I felt happy and the pressure suddenly increased again.

Fang Zhengzheng's heart is really going to break...

Can you still have fun?

Wait, it seems that the feeling I was not very good about just now must be true. So, what is the problem? It must have nothing to do with Yan Xiu. Is that...a state of mind?

Sadness, reduced pressure.

Happy, the pressure is increasing?

Fang Zhengzhi's eyes lit up suddenly, yes, that's it...

But why is this happening? Where do I go to find sadness?

Fang Zhengzhi was a little confused. Although he found a method, he firmly believed that this method must be valid for reasons rather than judged out of thin air.

Then, this secret must be contained in the map of mountains and rivers.

Mountains and rivers...

Generally speaking, no one will pay attention to the phantom projected by the light spots around him when the two sides are in duel, but Fang Zhengzhi takes it seriously at this moment.

Starting from a mountain, a water, a grass, and a tree in the surrounding phantom, I observe it very carefully.

Then, he found a problem...

This seems to be a picture of ink painting, because the color of the mountain is not green, but ink black, which is often used in ink and wash paintings.

Not surprising.

However, Fang Zhengzhi just found it very strange.

Since we want to merge this projected phantom with the real space, why do we draw the color of the mountain into ink black? Isn’t it easier to match the real environment with rich green?

When thinking about this...

Fang Zhengzhi's eyes suddenly widened, and a great shock surged in his heart.

"This is not a map of mountains and rivers at all."

The mountain is a mountain with ink, which is the woman's black hair. The river is a silver-colored river, which is just like a woman's white hair dyed with frost, and her black hair dyed with white hair. I'm just waiting for you to paint it.

This painting shows the deep longing for a woman by the ancestors of Yan.

Mountains and rivers are women, and women are mountains and rivers...

Since ancient times, passionate is a hero. The ancestor of the Yan family doesn’t want a country and a beauty. He actually merged the portrait of a woman with the mountains and rivers. I understand, I understand

Fang Zhengzheng's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

Recalling Yan Xiu's expression when he used the mountain and river fan, he suddenly realized that the power of the mountain and river map was inspired by sadness.

If so...

The more I resist, the more I go, the more pressure I put on.

Wrong. I was wrong from the beginning, not to dismiss it, but to absorb it, completely absorb this sad emotion, and integrate your heart with the map of mountains and rivers.

I did it when I thought about it, Fang Zhengzheng decided to make myself sad, but it was really a bit stressful to be sad for no reason...

I can only borrow some props to use.

"What is love in the world? I will just teach you life and death to agree with each other?"

"The two passengers flew from all over the world, and the old wings went through the cold and heat."

"Happiness and separation are painful, and there are even more foolish children."

Fang Zhengzheng's voice sounded on the ring.

This made the candidates around them feel a little puzzled.

"What is Fang Zhengzheng doing? I still feel like chanting poetry at this time?"

"I guess I gave in advance..."

"It seems that he gave up, but why did he recite this poem? Just him... it seems that he is only fifteen years old?"

The candidates were talking a lot, and the invigilators on the referee's bench were also a little confused.

However, after hearing Fang Zhengzhi's poem, Yan Xiu's face changed suddenly, his eyes were inexplicably surprised and looked at Fang Zhengzhi with an incredible look on his face.

Fang Zhengzhi is now sad, making himself try his best to integrate with the map of mountains and rivers.

He didn't notice Yan Xiu's gaze at all, but just shook his head secretly. Soon, he forced a tear out and began to enter the sad role.

As he expected.

As the sadness became heavier, the pressure on his body became less and less, and it felt like he heard his heart.

This spirituality is really incredible.

As the pressure on his body decreased, Fang Zhengzhi wanted to shout happily. I finally broke the map of mountains and rivers, but he couldn't shout, nor could he let Zhicao feel happy.

because……

Once you get happy, you will probably return to the starting point immediately.

It's quite uncomfortable, but in order to win, Fang Zhengzhi can only endure it.

After a while, feeling the pressure that was almost gone, Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at Yan Xiu with a sad face.

Yan Xiu had already stopped moving at this moment.

Looking at him tightly, I was completely unwilling to believe the scene in front of me...

"Here you come" Fang Zhengzhi let out a low shout, thinking in his mind that a peak martial arts figure in his previous life could create a set of sad palms when he was sad.

So, today I took advantage of the sadness and made a set of sad swords to see the power.

When a thought moves, people will also move.

His body was as lightning as lightning, and his speed reached its peak in an instant.

Soon, it was so fast that the surroundings, the candidates and the invigilators on the court could not react.

"How could it be so fast?"

"What about the heavy pressure of the mountains and river map?"

The candidates and the invigilators showed shocked expressions at the same time.

At this moment, Fang Zhengzhi had already arrived at Yan Xiu's side, and the white jade soft sword in his hand was waving wildly. White light burst out like a mountain torrent.

Yan Xiu was surprised, but he subconsciously retreated.

The wind shadows storm a string of afterimages.

However, Fang Zhengzhi obviously had no intention of letting Yan Xiu go. He could not keep this sad mood forever, otherwise he would be really hurt and feel dead.

Therefore, he must quickly resolve the battle when he is sad enough.

I don't care about any moves or no moves.

It's a completely stubborn attitude and try its best.

If we really look at it from the perspective of others, Fang Zhengzhi is definitely not using the Sword of Demon, but the true Crazy Sword Technique...

"I'll slash and slash..." Fang Zhengzhi chased and waved his sword wildly.

The bright moon in the sky became brighter and brighter, and even white lights fell from the sky and shone on the ring.

And looking at that red sun.

But it seemed that the bright moon had borrowed too much light and became a little dim.

"Bang"
To be continued...