"Would you like a drink?" Looking at Lin Ye, Li Xun. Huan suddenly smiled and stepped out of the way behind him, three wine glasses and a flask placed in the snow.

A faint heat wafted out of the spout.

"I don't drink." Lin Ye smiled and said.

"I don't drink anymore." LI Xun. Huan also smiled, and with a flick of his right hand, the hot air instantly floated in front of Lin Ye.

A refreshing fragrance comes into the nose, which is the fragrance of tea leaves.

"Since Shangguan Jinhong's battle that day, I haven't drunk since I came back here." LI Xun. There was a hint of tenderness, a hint of guilt, and a hint of sadness in Huan's eyes.

"Wine is not a good thing." Lin Ye looked at Li Xun. Huan said slowly.

"But for my old self, it's a good thing, at least it can make me forget things I don't want to remember for a while." LI Xun. Huan nodded slightly, lifted the flask and filled the tea in it with three glasses.

"I've only invited others to drink in my life, and I've never invited others to tea, so I don't know if I can appreciate my face once." LI Xun. Huan bent down and raised the two wine glasses from the ground, looked at Lin Ye and smiled.

"Nature." Stretching out his left hand, from Li Xun. Huan took the teacup in his hand, and Lin Ye smiled.

Subsequently, Li Xun. Huan placed another cup of tea in front of Guo Songyang's grave, and at the same time put Lin Ye and Li Xun. Huan poured half of the tea in his hand on the ground.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Tea in the mouth, sword out of the sheath.

The glass fell to the ground and fell into deep snow.

In the wind and snow, Lin Ye and Li Xun. Huan looked at each other.

The sword is already in the hand, and the sword is already in the hand.

It is not a struggle of life and death, but it is like a struggle of life and death.

Because Li Xun. Huan understood that it was absolutely impossible for Lin Ye to do this kind of thing at the end of the day, and the mercy of his subordinates was not unwilling, but that he couldn't do it.

Therefore, the danger of this battle is no less than the battle between the two of Shangguan Jinhong that day.

And both of them understand each other's feelings very well, because after that battle, the two of them have not many opponents in this Jianghu.

Victory and success are not truly satisfying, nor can they be joyful.

True happiness should be the same thing you pursue.

It's like Lin Ye pursuing his own kendo.

And as long as you experience such a joy, you are not living in vain.

Silence, silence, only the sound of the cold wind blowing between heaven and earth.

The snow is still falling, getting heavier and more urgent.

But Lin Ye and Li Xun. But there was no trace of snowflakes on Huan's body.

"Your knife has been caught in a rope." There was a strange sound in his heart, a slight vibration, and Lin Ye looked at Li Xun. Huan said slowly.

But Lin Ye also knows that such a line is not Lin Shiyin's line, but a line for friends and brotherly feelings.

Such a line is tightly connected to the heart, even to the knife, and even to the hand.

Such a knife is definitely not a Xiao Li flying knife.

And in the face of such a knife, Lin Ye also knew that he definitely had a 100% chance of winning.

"But how to break this line." Sighing, the knife hung down slightly, Li Xun. Huan looked at Lin Ye and said.

Ask yourself, or ask?

"I know what you mean, but you should also understand one thing, what I pursue is different from yours, if you really make me a friend, then disconnect that thread, let me see what kind of knife Xiao Li Fei knife is!" Lin Ye's eyes flashed with fanaticism, and the sword in his hand vibrated slightly in the wind and snow, making a sound like a dragon's groan.

The sword intent rushed into the sky, and the wind and snow seemed to be forced by the sword intent, and then stagnated.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, he took a deep breath, Li Xun. Huan nodded slightly.

The knife in his hand reflected a cold light, and at the same time, Li Xun. The aura on Huan's body also changed.

Knife out!

Silently, instantaneously.

The last moment was in his hand, and the next moment he had come to Lin Ye's body.

Fast, fast without a shadow, but it can't hide from Lin Ye's eyes.

But in the next moment, Lin Ye suddenly found that although he could see the knife and even see the trajectory of the knife, the sword in his hand was too late to block the knife when it penetrated his body.

This knife seemed to have magic power, and the moment the knife light appeared, Lin Ye's mind flashed with thousands of methods, but there was no way to stop this knife.

"It's not a knife anymore."

The knife qi approached, and the skin on the throat had been cut by the cold knife qi.

LI Xun. Huan's eyes didn't know when they closed.

"It's a thought, a spirit, if not a knife, but a leaf, a dead branch, or even a snowball on the ground." The knife was getting closer and closer, but Lin Ye's heart was getting brighter and brighter, as if a clean mirror was buried by a thick layer of dust.

And at this moment, Li Xun. Huan's knife was like a rag that wiped all the dust off the mirror.

The wind stops, the sword moves.

The knife entered the purple electricity, like a rainstorm, and the silver light flashed instantly.

The sword is like a shield, like a wall, and all the ways of Xuanji are destroyed.

The sonorous sound of gold and iron, the burst of sparks, the brilliance is abnormal.

I don't know when and when the wind and snow finally stopped, Lin Ye, Li Xun. Standing proudly on top of the snow, a flying knife that broke into two fell smoothly on both sides of the forest leaves.

He didn't have the slightest regret about this knife, this knife was already out with all his might, but it was still blocked by Lin Ye.

Silence, a dead silence.

The clouds in the sky dispersed at some point, and the sun reflected a blinding glow on the snow on the ground.

"I'm defeated." After a long time, suddenly Li Xun. Huan laughed.

Defeat is a difficult word to say, and even if it is said, it is mixed with feelings of loss.

But it is difficult for anyone to be like Li Xun. Happy now.

"Defeat? If I don't win, so will you. "I heard that Li Xun. Huan's words, Lin Ye couldn't help but smile slightly, turned around and left.

Come like a breeze, go like a breeze.

"Aren't you going to see Ah Fei?" Looking at the back of Lin Ye's sudden departure, Li Xun. Huan was a little stunned, and couldn't help but speak.

"It's too late." The footsteps did not stop, and the sound gradually became ethereal.

"What's too late?"

"I'm leaving." Lin Ye's words became smaller and smaller.

"Where to go!" His face changed suddenly, and Li Xun. Huan hurriedly chased after him.

Before the words of "Another World ......" were finished, I saw that where Lin Ye was in front of him, a burst of cyan light suddenly erupted, and with the flash of this fine light, Lin Ye's figure had disappeared between the vast world and the world.

"Another world...... Another world? Could it be that he has become an immortal Buddha? Looking at this white world, Li Xun. Huan muttered.

This is really too incredible, as for the people Li Xun. Huan absolutely didn't believe that someone could have such light skills, let alone that someone could do so in his own eyes, unless that person was a real immortal Buddha.

"Lin Ye, what kind of person are you?" Gazing at the sky, Li Xun. Huan muttered.

(The world of Xiao Li Feidao is finished, in fact, there are still many things that can be written, in fact, there are many things that have not been written, and the later world will be unfolded one by one, and at the same time, some big pits will be secretly revealed)