The old man's voice was not so loud, but it was nothing less than a thunderclap in the sky.

Li Tanhua's brother!

In Li Xunhuan's life, there are not many people who can be truly regarded as brothers by him.

Not much, but very little.

Long Xiaoyun used to be the only brother who really had a sworn relationship with Li Xunhuan, and he was Li Xunhuan's most respected eldest brother, but Long Xiaoyun almost ruined Li Xunhuan.

Guo Songyang and Tie Chuanjia are not Li Xunhuan's brothers. One of them was once Li Xunhuan's enemy, and the other has always been Li Xunhuan's servant. But in Li Xunhuan's heart, Guo Songyang and Tie Chuanjia are more brothers than brothers.

It's just that they're all dead.

The sworn brother who had sent Li Xunhuan to hell several times died. The enemy confidant who once did not hesitate to hang his body on the waterfall for Li Xunhuan died. The loyal servant who had once borne a lifetime of infamy in order to preserve the reputation of the Li family and Li Xunhuan also died.

Only Ah Fei is still alive.

The young man Ah Fei who was once unwilling to owe Li Xunhuan a glass of wine on a snowy night. The young man Ah Fei who once broke off his righteousness with Li Xunhuan for an angel witch. The young man Ah Fei who once killed himself in the tiger's den in Longtan for Li Xunhuan.

Although he has retired to the rivers and lakes with Li Xunhuan for more than ten years, everyone inside and outside the stadium knows that only Ah Fei can still be called Li Tanhua's brother now.

Flying Swordsman.

The Flying Swordsman is here.

The Flying Swordsman is coming!

Flying Swordsman, it's coming!

The people who were moving towards the entrance of Qingcaohai Town all stopped.

"He has been a wicked man in vain. The know-it-all sighed as he walked side by side with the Eight Bitter Monks.

"It's not messy enough. "The Eight Bitter Monks knew that the know-it-all was talking about the old voice exposing Ah Fei's identity.

In the crowd of onlookers, several dark-skinned and sturdy men quietly glanced at each other, quietly escaped from the crowd, and quickly left.

Subsequently, more and more people began to leave. Some people leave with a haha. Some people left quietly. Some people leave with ghosts in their hearts. Some people left with a happy face. Some people left with tears on their faces.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed.

The people of the six major sects in the field were still standing in the same place. The head does not move, the elders do not move, they cannot move yet.

The people who followed behind the six major sects were still standing in place. Some of them have begun to regret it. But if the people of the six major sects don't move, they can't move either.

"Guys, please go back. There was no expression on Zhu Wuji's face, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. His eyes were looking at the six people at the helm of the six major sects.

Ning Feizhou and the others knew what they meant. Zhu Wuji didn't insist on letting the remaining three of the four sword gatekeepers stay, and the meaning couldn't be clearer.

In the bloody case of Song Jiaao, the six doors no longer need to question the three Junyans. In other words, the Flying Swordsman and the Eight Bitter Monks no longer need to question the three great Junyans.

Ning Feizhou turned around slowly, and his gaze fell on Yu Bufan in Song Tianyi's arms.

Extraordinary!

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A sea of grass.

Another sea of grass.

This sea of green grass is not the murderous and murderous sea of grass killing field just now.

This sea of grass is quiet and peaceful.

This sea of grass is a real sea of grass.

Here, it's far enough away from the sea of grass just now.

Ah Fei stepped into the sea of grass. He walked slowly through the sea of grass. His pace is very calm. He was in a relaxed mood. No matter who you are, walking in such a sea of grass, your mood will be more relaxed than before stepping into this sea of grass.

Behind Ah Fei, in the distance, stood the masked man. He didn't follow Ah Fei into the sea of grass. He just watched Ah Fei's back from a distance and quietly. In his eyes, in addition to gratitude, he was still grateful.

He knew what Ah Fei was here to do. He didn't care if Ah Fei could do what he had to do. Whether Ah Fei can do what he wants to do or not, from this moment on, he is Ah Fei's slave. Ah Fei was born, he gave Ah Fei a slave for a lifetime. Ah Fei died, and he went to the underworld to be a slave to Ah Fei.

He was no longer worried about revenge. Since Ah Fei is here, since Dugu Feiyun is here, since the know-it-all is here, and since the Eight Bitter Monks are here, even if Ah Fei can't do what he wants to do today, he will still be able to see the enemy on the Huangquan Road.

Dugu Feiyun is here.

He paused slightly as he stepped onto the edge of the sea of grass. He seemed to be able to see that behind him, out of reach, there was an old man with a clear hand, an old woman with a cane, and several men with swords in their hands, kowtowing in the direction where he was.

Then, Dugu Feiyun stepped into the sea of grass.

When Dugu Feiyun passed by the masked man, the masked man stretched out an arm and blocked Dugu Feiyun.

Ah Fei is still moving forward. Ah Fei is still enjoying the tranquility of this sea of grass. Before Ah Fei stopped, no one was allowed to step into this sea of grass. Especially the person around you.

Dugu Feiyun stopped. The wind also stopped. The masked man didn't stop him, but he stopped anyway.

Dugu Feiyun looked at the masked man and smiled, "You are very good." ”

The masked man just clenched his fists and didn't even look at Dugu Feiyun. His gaze has always been on Ah Fei's body.

The person who is calmly moving forward in the sea of grass is his benefactor, his master, and the person he wants to pay attention to. This person around him is just his enemy. If there is a benefactor and a master, why should you look at your enemies?

Ah Fei stopped. He stopped in a clearing in the middle of a sea of grass.

This piece of land is more of a boulder than an open space. A swarthy boulder.

In such a sea of grass, only such a boulder can not be submerged by the sea of grass.

Around the boulder, there are countless smaller gravel pieces. Round, square, rhombus, flattened, odd-shaped. Black, white, gray, brown, colorful.

Between the gravel and the gravel, the green grass, the withered grass, the half-green and half-withered grass are wantonly, wantonly, and casually, swaying in the wind.

Ah Fei's eyes fell on the grass between the cracks in the stones.

The man in the mask has not yet lowered his arm.

Dugu Feiyun has not moved yet.

Ah Fei finally turned his head. He looked in the direction of Dugu Feiyun.

The masked man lowered his arms.

Dugu Feiyun smiled at the masked man and stepped into the sea of grass.

The wind stopped in place without a trace, watching Dugu Feiyun walk into the sea of grass step by step and towards Ah Fei.

The heart of the wind without a trace was inexplicably pinched.

Feng Wuxian could feel that a very important thing in his life, or a very important person, was gradually moving away from him, and he was about to be submerged in the sea of grass in front of him.

"The sword path of the lonely line is not simple. "The know-it-all and the monk of the Eight Bitters both arrived and stopped beside the wind without a trace and the masked man. The jack-of-all-trades seems to be talking to himself.

"Yes, old-timers. "The wind is without a trace.

"When Dugu Feiyun broke into the name of the Sword God back then, he didn't kill anyone. Jack-of-all-trades said.

"Since the Dugu predecessor can cultivate the peerless sword path, he is definitely not a person who kills indiscriminately. "The wind is without a trace.

"If the two of them draw their swords and face each other, who does Feng Shaoxia hope will win?" the know-it-all asked with a meaningful glance at Feng Wuxi.

"The old-timers, the younger generations hope that the two seniors will not draw their swords. "The wind is without a trace. The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

"Feng Shaoxia, this is a perfunctory old man. The jack-of-all-trades said with a smile.

"The old-timers, the younger generations don't dare. The juniors are just telling the truth. "The wind is without a trace.

"In his life, the flying donor has never killed a person indiscriminately. "The Eight Bitter Monks said.

"Master, juniors understand. "The wind is without a trace.

"A young man like Feng Shaoxia, the old man is rarely seen. Taibai Mountain is worth a trip to Feng Shaoxia. The know-it-all sighed slightly and said.

"The old-timers, the younger generations have already responded to the Dugu seniors, and they will definitely go to Taibai and his party. "The wind is without a trace.

"It's too white. It's too white, but it's not necessarily that easy. "The Eight Bitter Monks said.

"Master, the juniors believe that the Dugu seniors have no ill will towards the juniors. "The wind is without a trace.

"Feng Shaoxia, you misunderstood the meaning of the monk. The person who learns the sword, if you are too white, can you still get down?"

"The old-timers, the younger generations understand. Feng Wuxian bowed slightly.

"Feng Shaoxia, the old man has a word, he wants to give it to Feng Shaoxia. "Everything is in the way.

"The old-timers and the younger generations listen to the teachings. Feng Wuxian bowed again.

"Feng Shaoxia, no matter where you set foot in the future, the old man hopes that Feng Shaoxia will not forget his original intention. "Everything is in the way.

"Old-timers, juniors, remember. Feng Shaoxia thought for a moment and bowed deeply.

"It's a pity. The Eight Bitter Monk watched Dugu Feiyun walk step by step towards the place where Ah Fei was standing, sighed, and said.

"It's a pity. The know-it-all also sighed and said.

The know-it-all and the Eight Bitter Monks did not speak again. Wind Without a Trace did not speak again.

Dugu Feiyun is getting closer and closer to Ah Fei.

The mountain breeze blows, and the grass waves rise and fall in the sea of green grass. In the eyes of the wind without a trace, the undulating waves of grass are like countless long swords, changing different moves, covering Dugu Feiyun walking in the sea of grass.

On Feng Wuji's body, strands of sword intent erupted again.

Know-it-all and the Eight Bitter Monks glanced at Feng Wuxian at the same time, and sighed at the same time.