The wind came suddenly, and the snow hit the upper cheeks, cold and moist.

Just as the snow flakes were blowing on his face, Xiao Shuihan blinked his eyes quickly, and his eyes had turned into bright red eyes, staring firmly on the dumb slave's body, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Yun, ...... steadily."

Before he finished speaking, He Yunxiao, who had been silent, suddenly burst into shape.

"Hum", a clear sword roar, suddenly echoed between the silent valley, in an instant, the flying snow seemed to be stirred by the wind, and it actually flew up in place, forming a huge vortex, the vortex swirled denser and denser, as if to suck everything into it.

In this rapidly rotating whirlpool, a blue light burst through the snow and stabbed out.

Like a meteor, like a long rainbow, absolutely sharp, with a thousand heavy snow, straight to the door.

Qin Su couldn't help but raise his sleeves to cover his eyes, only to feel an awe-inspiring killing intent, piercing the flying snow, tearing through the sky, and hitting the dumb slave standing with his arms crossed.

Then, Qin Su heard a clear whistle.

Far away and vast, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, shocking clouds, and like the sky and the moon, the snow is full of thousands of mountains.

An indescribable aura of majesty rose like a wind, shattering all the sharp killing intent in an instant.

Qin Su only felt a sharp shock in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe.

If there is a real dragon in this world, then this howling sound should be a dragon's groan.

The breath of abundance seemed to come from the highest point in the sky. At this moment, don't say that Qin Su is a martial arts master such as Jinghong and Lu Zong, and he can't help but tremble in his heart.

Looking at all the people in the audience, there are only two people, and their faces do not change.

Huan Zicheng is inseparable from him.

Even when everyone's hearts were palpitating, the two of them still looked as usual, and there was no change in color.

Qin Su blinked subconsciously.

The eyes are closed, and the eyes are open again.

In this time when there is not even a breath, the situation in the field has changed suddenly.

The dumb slave was still standing in place like Fang Cai, as if he hadn't even moved, but Ran Shui and Yun Erzong were already bloody from the corners of their mouths, and they were half-kneeling on the ground.

"Cough cough cough ......" A violent coughing sound, accompanied by a large piece of blood foam, gushed out of He Yunxiao's mouth.

His complexion was extremely ugly, his blue was scorched, and his eyes were as dead as ashes, and there was no longer any life.

With difficulty, he lifted a hand and pressed it to his throat, a very thin line of blood oozing from between his fingers.

"Brother Yun...... Not kind......" Xiao Shuihan leaned on the ground with his sword, supporting his body, and his voice was like a torn rag, scattered in all directions.

At this moment, his red eyes had turned green again, and his white hair was rapidly turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He spit out a mouthful of blood vigorously, wiped the corners of his lips, looked at He Yunxiao next to him, and grinned, "Why are you ...... Do it first? It should be up to me to ...... ...... who came first"

He Yunxiao didn't speak.

Perhaps, he was speechless.

His throat made a "gege" sound, and the hand on the ground trembled, as if it could no longer support the weight of his body.

However, he never fell.

In an extremely difficult posture, he turned around, raised his head with all his might, and his sloppy eyes seemed to look at Mo Buli, and as if he was looking at someone in the void: "Lord...... Subordinate...... Tried my best......"

The hoarse voice like a ghost's cry echoed through the clearing, soft, but distinctly clear.

Mo Buli slowly lowered his head and looked at He Yunxiao.

At that moment, his cold eyes seemed to be condensed, and they stopped on He Yunxiao's body, and after a long time, there seemed to be a meteor falling in his eyes, dazzling and sad: "I know, you are very good." ”

It was a warm voice that he had never felt before, with tolerance and understanding, as if he was comforting his closest friends.

After saying this, Mo Buli turned his body, touched the ground on one knee, took He Yunxiao's hand, and said in a clear and gentle voice: "Yunzong, he is a true hero." ”

Spit out these words gently, he didn't look at the dumb slave at all, and only stared at He Yunxiao with all his attention.

He Yunxiao opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

Flakes of snow fell into his mouth, sliding coolly down his throat, reminding him of the smell of liquor slitting his throat.

He licked his lips, and in a trance, he seemed to return to the time when he galloped on the battlefield on horseback, and with the blood of the enemy general, he cut down Qingfeng.

"It hurts...... Hurry up ......" sighed, a smile appeared on his face, his eyes widened, and he gradually stopped breathing.

The snow fell into the valley, and there was not a hint of wind.

Mo Buli held He Yunxiao's hand, and he didn't move for a long time, and the residual warmth in his palm cooled down little by little.

Beside him, Xiao Shuihan had already passed away, but the corpse still maintained a half-kneeling posture, and the long sword in his hand was deeply submerged in the snow.

Until his death, he did not show weakness to the dumb slave.

"The Water Sect is still as rebellious as before. Mo Buli seemed to laugh, but it didn't work.

At that moment, his face was distorted, and the outburst of emotions seemed to be trying to break through the shackles of a thousand things, but it was forcibly suppressed by a greater force.

After a long time, Mo Buli's body moved slightly, shaking off half of the snow.

"A-lie, stand down. He said, letting go of He Yunxiao's hand and gently closing his eyes.

Ah Lie didn't speak, and took a half step back in silence.

Mo Buli slowly stood up, dusted off the snow stains on the hem of his robe, and looked up at Huan Zicheng.

That face full of contradictions, at this moment, has lost all expressions, like a stone carving.

Huan Zicheng looked at him, flicked his sleeves, and asked, "Lang Jun would like to talk about it?"

"Lang Jun?" Mo Buli asked rhetorically, as if he had heard something funny, and grinned at the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile on his face: "Shouldn't Lord Du call me the king of the county?"

Huan Zicheng pondered for a moment, and said, "I have questions, and I want to ask the king of the county to solve my doubts." ”

But he was as good as a stream, and he really changed his words.

"Yes. Mo Buli responded very happily, and there was still no expression on the stone carving face.

Huan Zicheng bowed slightly, and ordered lightly: "Let's all step down, just leave the dumb uncle alone." After a pause, he looked at Qin Su again, and his expression softened: "The princess will stay too." ”

The governor of the festival gave an order, and no one dared to rebel, Lu Zong, Jinghong and others all retreated, and there were only five people left in the field, namely Huan Zicheng, Qin Su, Dumb Slave, Mo Buli and A Lie.

"Mr. Zhou also stayed. Huan Zicheng spoke again and glanced at Ah Lie.

Ah Lie didn't speak, only took half a step back again, and stood not far behind him.

It seems that even if Huan Zicheng doesn't speak, he will never leave.

"Very good. Mo Buli seemed to be very satisfied with the situation, nodded, looked around again, put his sleeves on his hands, wiped the snow from a large rock beside him, and sat down in his robe.