When Zhu Fuliu froze, Yan Ruhai's face showed a weird smile.

Yan Ruhai also saw Dugu Feiyun's sword.

Yan Ruhai saw that he had finally become a real man.

Yan Ruhai saw that he hugged his three wives and enjoyed the joy of Dunlun.

Yan Ruhai saw that his children and grandchildren were gathered in front of him, and Cheng Huan knelt down.

Yan Ruhai saw an old man who looked similar to himself, looking at him kindly, nodding and smiling with satisfaction.

Yan Ruhai saw that in the tall and majestic ancestral hall of the Yan family, there was a tablet enshrined with his name.

Yan Ruhai spun in circles in place. As he spun around, the smile on his face grew thicker and more eerie.

When Yan Ruhai was spinning in circles, Du Wenwu fell to his knees.

Du Wenwu went home.

Du Wenwu saw that he was going home.

Du Wenwu pushed open the door of the Du family's mansion.

Inside the door, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The corpse is the corpse of the Du family. Blood is the blood of the Du family.

Du Wenwu saw that his eldest brother, his wife and children, and all the people in the Du Mansion fell in a pool of blood.

Du Wenwu saw that the political enemies of the eldest brother and the political enemies of the Du family were standing in a pool of blood of the Du family, stepping on the heads of the Du family, and laughing unscrupulously.

Du Wenwu saw that the people with armor all over the city were searching for the three generations and nine clans of the Du family.

Du Wenwu saw that a carload of three generations and nine clans of the Du family was being escorted to Ximen Vegetable Market.

Du Wenwu saw that row after row of three generations and nine clans of the Du family knelt on the high platform at the entrance of Ximen Caishi.

Du Wenwu saw that one after another ghost-headed knives fell on the necks of the three generations and nine clans of the Du family kneeling on the high platform.

Du Wenwu fell to his knees, his face full of tears.

When Du Wenwu knelt down, at the edge of the sea of grass, in the throat of Sha Zhongyu, there was a beast-like hoho sound.

Sha Zhongyu also went home.

Sha Zhongyu saw the three hundred and eighty-one coffins placed on the square outside the Qiantao Gang Gathering Hall.

Sha Zhongyu saw the two coffins that were originally empty among the three hundred and eighty-one coffins. Those two coffins are no longer empty. Among the two coffins, Sha Zhongyu's father and his father's loyal servant lay respectively. It's just that they are all faceless. Because, Sha Zhongyu has not yet avenged them. Sha Zhongyu has not yet avenged the 379 uncles and brothers of the Qiantao Gang.

Sha Zhongyu didn't just go home.

Sha Zhongyu also returned to the cave where he had stayed.

Sha Zhongyu saw that he had buried his entire face in the blazing fire.

Sha Zhongyu saw himself swallowing a piece of red-hot charcoal.

Sha Zhongyu saw that he was scraping the cocoon of the knife in his hand with a sharp stone.

When the jade in the sand spoke, the monk of the Eight Sufferings recited the sentence "Amitabha".

What the Eight Bitter Monks saw, no one knows.

For a moment, the expression of the monk of the Eight Sufferings suddenly became extremely solemn.

At that moment, the demeanor of the Eight Bitter Monks was more compassionate than that of the Shaolin Xinkong Master, and more solemn than the Great Sun Rulai in the Shaolin Daxiong Treasure Hall.

When the monk recites "Amitabha", the know-it-all is looking at the monk with an angry face.

The beehive on the back of the jack-of-all-trades doesn't know when it's already in his arms.

Jack-of-all-trades hugs his beehive tightly, like a mother holding her own child tightly.

People in the distance, see things they don't want to see or want to see.

Wind without a trace also saw it.

Among the spectators, Feng Wuxian was undoubtedly the closest to Dugu Feiyun.

Therefore, Wind Without a Trace saw it before other spectators.

Wind Without a Trace also saw himself.

Wind Without a Trace saw himself decades later.

Feng Wuxian saw that he was already a gray-haired self, walking alone between heaven and earth.

Feng Wuxian saw that he was already gray-haired, and he still hadn't achieved his kendo.

Feng Wuxian saw that he was already gray-haired, with swords around him.

Feng Wuxian saw that he was already gray-haired, and reached out to grab every sword beside him.

Feng Wuxian saw that he was already gray-haired, and he couldn't grasp any sword.

Feng Wuxian saw a woman in a white dress, standing on the edge of the distant sky, looking at her white-haired self from afar, pitifully, with pity, with pity, mockery, sarcasm, and contempt.

Feng Wuji's hand had already pressed the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

The next moment, Feng Wuxian was about to draw his sword in his hand and live this life.

If you can't do the way of the sword, what kind of love do you have in life? If you know your confidant like this, what is the regret of death?

Dugu Feiyun put away his sword.

Dugu Feiyun withdrew his sword after only one sword.

His sword was once again blocked by Ah Fei's sword.

However, this time, Feng Wuji finally heard the extremely brief and slight sound of the two swords.

It was the sound of the two swords striking that pulled Feng Wuxian back.

Wind Traceless gently removed his hand from the hilt of the sword, and his whole body was cold.

How can such a sword, such a sword of heart, such a sword of inquiry, be an enemy, how can it be an enemy, how can it be an enemy?

In the sea of grass, Zhu Fuliu, Yan Ruhai and Du Wenwu also woke up.

None of them knew what the other two had seen and experienced.

They stood where they were, not daring to take another half step. They didn't even dare to retreat. They didn't dare to move at all.

Such a lonely flying cloud is here, who would dare to move?

Such a Dugu Feiyun is here, even if there are thousands of troops and horses around him, what can he do?

Before Zhu Fuliu, Yan Ruhai and Du Wenwu came to their senses, the know-it-all and the Eight Bitter Monks were already sober.

They stand farther away, cultivate higher, get older, and have a lighter mind.

They looked at each other with a look of surprise on their faces.

The Eight Bitter Monk stretched out his hand and patted Sha Zhongyu's body gently.

Sha Zhongyu also woke up.

Although Sha Zhongyu stood far away, the hatred in his heart was too much, too strong, and too strong.

At the place of the boulder, the wind did not go to see Dugu Feiyun.

Feng Wuxian is looking at Ah Fei.

Feng Wuxian wanted to see what kind of expression Ah Fei had on his face under such a sword of conscience.

Ah Fei's face was expressionless.

At least, Feng Wuxian didn't see any strange expression on Ah Fei's face.

Only Dugu Feiyun saw that when he took out his sword, A Fei's eyes seemed to flash with a faint sadness.

What did Ah Fei see?

Did he see the angelic woman, caressing his cheeks and calling Xiaofei softly?

Did he see that his eldest brother Li was caught in the acupoint and thrown on the cold ground, but he couldn't solve his acupoint?

Did he see the answer he had been searching for for a long time, but not the answer he really wanted?

Nobody knows.

No one knows what Ah Fei saw.

Even Dugu Feiyun couldn't be sure if the trace of sadness he saw that flashed in Ah Fei's eyes was an illusion.

Dugu Feiyun couldn't be sure if his sword of conscience really asked Ah Fei's heart. Because Ah Fei's sword seems to have been completely unaffected.

Ah Fei's heart, what is it all about?

How could his own heart sword not ask his heart?

Only Ah Fei knows.

Ah Fei knew that Dugu Feiyun's heart sword had indeed asked his heart.

Although the question was very shallow, it still got to the heart after all.

Therefore, when Ah Fei took out his sword, there was a thousandth of a moment of pause.

Therefore, Ah Fei's sword met Dugu Feiyun's sword.

Dugu Feiyun put away his sword. Ah Fei didn't immediately put away his sword.

In Ah Fei's eyes, there was a hint of murderous intent passing by.

This is the first time that there is a killing machine in Ah Fei's eyes today.

This is also the first time in Ah Fei's eyes that there has been a killing machine in many years.

The moment he turned around in front of Cheng Manxing, Ah Fei's body also had a killing intention. And it's a very strong killing machine.

However, at that moment, Ah Fei's killing machine was in his heart.

There is no one to kill, and the killing machine can only be kept in the heart.

However, here and now, the killing machine appeared in Ah Fei's eyes.

The wind, which was already cold, felt cold again.

Zhu Fuliu, Yan Ruhai and Du Wenwu, who were standing in the sea of grass, felt that their scalps had exploded.

Zhu Fuliu's body became stiff.

In Yan Ruhai's crotch, it was hot and cool. The urge to urinate is the sorrow of every eunuch.

Du Wenwu clenched the long stick in his hand tightly, and quickly relaxed his hand.

In the distance, the jade in the sand felt that the blood in her body suddenly surged. Sha Zhongyu wanted to be in pain and wanted to laugh.

"He's still him. The know-it-all put the hive on his back and let out a long sigh. This sound is a sigh, but also an exhalation.

"My Buddha is compassionate!" The monk of the Eight Sufferings solemnly faced, clasped his palms, and bowed in the direction where Ah Fei was standing.

Ah Fei's killing machine, Dugu Feiyun also felt it.

Dugu Feiyun let out a long sigh in his heart.

If I had met Ah Fei earlier, if that person had never been to Taibai back then, if I hadn't promised that person back then, if I hadn't gone on that trip a few days ago, if I hadn't made that trip, if I had ......

It's just that, where are there so many ifs in life?

"You've only made one sword. Ah Fei said. This is the first time that Ah Fei has taken the initiative to speak after Dugu Feiyun collected his sword.

"I can only use this sword. Dugu Feiyun smiled.

Ah Fei didn't speak. He just looked at Dugu Feiyun.

"If I strike another sword, it will be my own heart that I ask. "Dugu Feiyun Dao. The smile on his face remained the same.

The green steel sword in Ah Fei's hand slowly drooped down.

"Wind Shaoxia. Dugu Feiyun's gaze turned to the wind without a trace.

"Seniors. "Wind Traceless' body hasn't warmed up yet.

"Feng Shaoxia, my sword of conscience, not only asks people's hearts, but also asks their own hearts. "Dugu Feiyun Dao.

Feng Wuxian bowed to Dugu Feiyun, but did not answer. Such a sword, at this time, he is not qualified to taste.

"Feng Shaoxia, if it takes time, my heart sword may be able to be practiced to the point where it is not fierce. "Dugu Feiyun Dao.

"Thank you, seniors. Feng Wuxian bowed to Dugu Feiyun again. He knew what Dugu Feiyun really wanted to say.