Hearing the words of the wind without a trace, the faces of the old man and the old woman with a cane immediately showed a look of disappointment.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Okay, when Feng Shaoxia understands the sword intent without a trace, I will come to discuss the sword with Feng Shaoxia again." ”

Feng Wuxian was about to answer, but Ning Feizhou, Zuo Lengfeng, Bian Zhanyun and Huang Kun had already secretly exchanged a look.

Ning Feizhou asked lightly: "What Your Excellency used before, could it really be the swordsmanship of the Song family's great enemy of life and death?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Not bad. What I used was the swordsmanship used by the Song family's great enemy of life and death in the past. ”

"It turns out that the murderer is you! pretend to be a ghost!" Bian Zhanyun shouted.

Bian Zhanyun shouted, and the eyes of the clear old man immediately flashed again, and a killing force locked on Bian Zhanyun. The old woman with a cane coughed softly, and her back, which had just fallen down again, straightened up slightly.

The middle-aged man's expression was not abnormal, and he smiled at Feng Wuxian and said, "Feng Shaoxia also thinks that I am the murderer of this bloody case?"

Feng Wuxian shook his head and said, "When the junior entered here, he saw the back of the murderer with his own eyes. A master who can train to the level of his predecessors cannot be a murderer who kills innocents indiscriminately. ”

The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully, and before he could speak, Ning Feizhou shouted in a deep voice: "Bold murderer, although your ancestors have enmity with the ancestors of the Song family, you are too mad to slaughter the Song family!"

Before Ning Feizhou's words fell, the old man had already risen into the air, his hands stretched out from his sleeves, and flew at Ning Feizhou. People were in the air, and the old man shouted: "Insult my master, die!"

Almost at the same time, the old woman with a cane also swung out with a cane and flew at Ning Feizhou. The old woman with a cane used to stand with a cane or cough with a cane, and she looked like she was falling down in the wind. But at this time, when it swept out, it was even more fierce and swift than a mad tiger.

Before the rest of the people could make any movements, the hands of the old man had already struck down from above towards Ning Feizhou.

Ning Feizhou was in danger, the long sword in his hand was raised, and the heavenly river was hung upside down, and the sword light of the general practice was splashed towards the old man.

When Ning Feizhou took out his sword, the old woman had already swept not far in front of Ning Feizhou, and the crutches in her hand hit Ning Feizhou's chest.

Qu Zhuoyuan was injured in his right shoulder and could not be rescued. The long sword in Song Tianzhen's hand was raised, and the crutch in the old woman's hand had slammed to the ground, knocking Song Tianzhen and his sword away.

Yu Bufan had no sword in his hand, and seeing that the crutches in the old woman's hand were about to hit Ning Feizhou, Yu Bufan and his body pounced on him, blocking in front of Ning Feizhou, wanting to block the crutches in the old woman's hand with his flesh and blood.

Zuo Lengfeng, Bian Zhanyun, Huang Kun, and the remaining people of the Four Great Sword Sects shouted angrily in unison, each holding the sword in his hand, and rushed towards Ning Feizhou's side.

"Uncle Zheng, Aunt Ci!" Seeing that he was about to fight for both sides in the field, the middle-aged man shouted softly.

The old man's hands were patted in the sword light of the general practice, and he flew back to his original place with his hands folded together in his sleeves, but his eyes were like the tips of needles, still condensed on Ning Feizhou's body.

The crutches in the old woman's hand lightly touched Yu Bufan's chest, and her whole body retreated suddenly, and she also returned to its original place. After returning to her place, the old woman hugged the cane in her hand again and began to cough violently.

Yu Bufan was hit with a cane on his chest, thinking that even if he didn't die, it would be the fruit of serious injury. In Yu Bufan's heart, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but there was a faint sense of relief.

However, after the old woman retreated, Yu Bufan didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Yu Bufan was in shock, only to hear Ning Feizhou behind him snorting. Yu Bufan turned around, but saw that Ning Feizhou's face was pale, and a trace of blood had oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master!" Yu Bufan exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter. Ning Feizhou coughed lightly, and the Cloud Annihilation Divine Skill had been running for a week, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

On the side, the body of the Eight Bitter Monks became more and more relaxed.

"Bold murderer, dare to hurt people?!" Bian Zhanyun shouted sharply.

"Senior brothers, since this thief made the swordsmanship of the Song family's mortal enemy, it is clear that he is the descendant of the Song family's mortal enemy, and he slaughtered the Song family to vent his anger for his ancestors. I'll wait together, kill this thief, avenge the Song family, and eliminate the harm for the martial arts!" Zuo Lengfeng shouted coldly. Zuo Lengfeng shouted "Senior Brothers", but his gaze kept wandering over Xuan Zhenzi and Tian Sanqi.

After Tian Sanqi and Xuan Zhenzi glanced at each other, Tian Sanqi said to the middle-aged man in a deep voice: "Since Your Excellency has made the swordsmanship of the Song family's mortal enemy, if you don't tell the history, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape suspicion." ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "If you knew my origin, you wouldn't say that." ”

"In the past, Shangguan Jinhong, the first person in martial arts, did evil, and he ended up with a personal death. What is the great origin of Your Excellency, is it even more terrifying than Shangguan Jinhong?" Huang Kun said in a muffled voice.

The middle-aged man's gaze stopped slightly on Huang Kun, and said with a smile: "Is it compared to the Shangguan Gang Leader?" After laughing, the middle-aged man smiled silently.

Zhu Wuji's brows furrowed slightly. The monk suddenly yawned and stretched a big lazy waist.

"Your Excellency, let's give your name. Xuan Zhenzi said.

After the middle-aged man nodded slightly, the old man's hands stretched out from his sleeves, arched towards the middle-aged man, and said proudly: "My master, surnamed Dugu, is from Taibai. ”

"Dugu?!Taibai?!" Wen Bing muttered twice, and suddenly shouted: "You are Dugu Feiyun! You are Taibai Sword God! You are the Queen of Sword Demons!" At this moment, the shock in Wen Bing's voice far exceeded the edge on his body.

Hearing Wen Bing's shouting, except for some people of the younger generation in the audience, almost all of the older generation showed extremely shocked looks on their faces. Zhu Wuji's face was extremely solemn. The monk yawned again, and stretched hard, hard. Even Feng Wuxi's face showed an extremely surprised look, obviously having heard the name of the civil soldiers.

Fusheng had the heart to ask his son-in-law a question or two, but he also knew that this was not the time to speak, so he only looked up and down the middle-aged man's body with a pair of eyes, as if he wanted to see a flower.

"You...... You...... Aren't you already ......" Qu Zhuoyuan asked with his left hand pointing at the middle-aged man and stammering.

"Not bad. I am Dugu Feiyun. I've been living well. The middle-aged man laughed.

"It turned out to be Mr. Dugu. It's rude. Zhu Wuji arched his hand to Dugu Feiyun and said. Although Zhu Wuji is an official of the Six Doors, but a character like Dugu Feiyun, even if Yu Zhaoxin and Zhong Wuregret see it, I am afraid that it is a bit rude to just arch his hand.

"Your Excellency is gracious. Dugu Feiyun said with a smile.

After laughing, Dugu Feiyun smiled at the Eight Bitter Monks: "Master, I went to Shaolin to seek kendo in the past, and Master Yu Shaolin was quite rude. I have to see the master today, and I ask the master to forgive one or two on his behalf. ”

The monk said lazily, "You are asking the master. I'm just a monk. ”

Dugu Feiyun smiled slightly, his gaze stayed on Feng Wuxi, and said, "Feng Shaoxia." ”

Feng Wuxian bowed slightly and said, "Senior Dugu." ”

Dugu Feiyun smiled and said, "Feng Shaoxia knows my origin, I don't know if you are still willing to discuss the sword with me?"

Feng Wuxian replied: "Dugu's predecessor is a person who is extremely good at swords, and today he has the grace of guidance for his younger generation. If the seniors do not give up, after the juniors have achieved their sword intentions, they should ask the seniors for advice. These words, Feng Wuxian said very sincerely. Feng Wuxi's eyes are also extremely sincere.

"Okay!" Dugu Feiyuan laughed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if my Dugu Feiyun's swordsmanship that makes the Song family's mortal enemy is suspicious. Dugu Feiyun said to Ning Feizhou and the others.

Seeing that Ning Feizhou and the others were silent again, Tian Sanqi said: "Mr. Dugu's family history is not suspicious of any kind of swordsmanship in the world. ”

"That's fine. Dugu Feiyun stopped talking, and turned his gaze to Zhu Wuji.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since these four disciples of the Four Great Sword Sects have also made the Song Family's Wind Breaking Sword Array, they still need to go back to the Six Gates with this official. Zhu Wuji said as he nodded lightly to the six doors beside him.

The six doors were ordered to move forward again. However, this time, the Six Doors Man only held the blade in his hand tightly, but did not raise it.

The people of the Four Great Sword Gates looked at each other, but they did not confront the people of the Six Gates with their respective blades as before.

"Wait!" Just as the people of the Six Doors were already approaching, Ning Feizhou suddenly shouted again.

Zhu Wuji frowned.

The Eight Bitter Monk frowned.

Feng Wuxian frowned.

Tian Sanqi frowned.

Gen Zhenzi frowned.

The old man frowned.

The old woman with a cane frowned.

Dugu Feiyun also frowned.

Since coming here, Dugu Feiyun has barely frowned.

I didn't see it without frowning, and most of the time, Dugu Feiyun still had a gentle smile on his face. Especially when talking to Feng Wuji, Dugu Feiyun's face was almost always with a smile. A gentle smile, an encouraging smile, a satisfied smile, a happy smile, a smile of all kinds. It's hard to imagine how a once famous sword powerhouse like him could have so many smiles and such a good mood.

But at this moment, Dugu Feiyun frowned.

As soon as Dugu Feiyun frowned, the old man's brows furrowed even more. The old man's hand was brought back into his sleeve. If there were other people standing beside the old man, they would definitely be able to feel that the old man's body seemed to be constantly exuding coldness. It's so cold that it can penetrate the bone.

As soon as Dugu Feiyun frowned, the old woman with a cane frowned even more. The cough of the old woman with a cane also flares up violently. She coughed so much that the people around her felt heart-rending when they heard it. If there were other people standing beside the cane old woman, they must be able to feel that the cane old woman's body seemed to be constantly emitting a fierce fire. A fire that burns away all iniquity.