The only death through the ages.

Therefore, it is not an easy task to want to die.

But for a young master like Yu Bufan, who has already made up his mind to die and has a sword in his hand, it shouldn't be difficult to die. What's more, Yu Bufan's shot was extremely fast. He didn't want anyone to stand in his way to death.

It's a pity that Yu Bufan is fast, and the middle-aged man is faster.

Yu Bufan's sword swung back to his chest, and the middle-aged man's hand rose again. In an instant, the sword in Yu Bufan's hand had fallen to the ground.

"It's bloody. The middle-aged man laughed.

"Feng Shaoxia, how about this time?" After the middle-aged man shot down the sword in Yu Bufan's hand, he no longer stopped where he was, but slowly walked to a distance of only five steps away from Feng Wuxian, and asked with a smile.

"The boy is ashamed. It's even more unclear than the previous two times. "Wind Without a Trace is numb.

"That's right. The middle-aged man laughed.

"Please give me advice!" Feng Wuxian bowed deeply and said to the middle-aged man.

The two of them are here to ask and answer questions, as if the people around them do not exist at all.

"I can't say it's teaching. The middle-aged man laughed.

"Feng Shaoxia thinks, what is the highest level of the sword path?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Back to the seniors, the younger generations don't know. Although the younger generation has also heard some of the principles of the sword path, they are not sure which one is the highest state of the sword path. Feng Wuxian bowed and replied. Unconsciously, Feng Wuxian didn't realize that his name for himself had changed from "boy" to "junior".

"Which ones have Feng Shaoxia heard, let's hear about it?" the middle-aged man looked at Feng Wuxian with encouraging eyes and said with a smile.

"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart. The sword is the man, and the man is the sword. The sword is one, and the world is invincible. There was a look of confusion in Feng Wuxi's gaze.

"What do you think of these statements?" said the middle-aged man with a smile.

"In the hearts of the younger generations, there has always been a sword. It's just that the younger generation thinks that if there is no sword in his hand, how can he be counted as a swordsman? Even a person who cultivates a sword or sword palm only turns his palm into a sword. In their hands, there are still swords. Wind replied without a trace.

"Not bad. Go on. The middle-aged man nodded approvingly and said.

"As for the saying that a man is a sword, and a sword is a man, if a man has trained himself into a sword, is he still a man, and a sword is still a sword?" said Feng Wuji.

"Haha! Go on, keep talking. The middle-aged man laughed.

On the side, the four great sword gates, Kunlun, and Vientiane were either frowning and pondering, or sweat was oozing from their backs. A few murderous hidden eyes shot at Feng Wuxi's body like sword light.

"For the unity of man and sword, the world is invincible, and the younger generation is even more confused. A man is a man, and a sword is a sword. How can the human sword be united? Even if the human sword is truly united, can it really be invincible in the world?" Feng Wuxi's eyes were a little fluttering.

"Hahaha! It's really in vain for me to come here! Uncle Zheng, Aunt Ci, do you say, yes or no?" the middle-aged man laughed loudly.

"Congratulations to the master!" said the old man with a happy face, bowing to the middle-aged man.

"Ahem, congratulations master! The cane old woman coughed and said. The old woman also had a happy look on her face.

Hearing the conversation between the three of them, Ning Feizhou and the others' hearts burst out. They already had a guess that was very unfavorable to the Four Great Sword Sects.

Wind Without a Trace didn't think about it that much. He has always been a man of extreme swords. A conversation with the middle-aged man made Feng Wuxian fall into a bitter thought about kendo again.

"Feng Shaoxia, can you play the sword and take a look?" the middle-aged man said to Feng Wuxian after a long laugh.

Such requirements are very rude to most Jianghu people, especially for those who have never lived in the world, and can even be said to be taboo. But the middle-aged man said that it was extremely natural. It seems to be a natural thing to listen to in the ears of everyone.

Feng Wuxian also seemed to feel that the middle-aged man's request was extremely natural. Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Feng Wuxian said: "Back to the seniors, the swordsmanship of the younger generations still needs to be performed by one person and the younger generations." ”

"Oh, what do you say?" said the middle-aged man.

"Back to the seniors, the swordsmanship of the younger generation, not heavy moves. If the juniors perform alone, I am afraid that the eyes of the seniors will be stained. Feng Wuxian bowed slightly and said.

"Feng Shaoxia is practicing sword intent?" the middle-aged man's voice was slightly nervous.

"Back to the seniors, the younger generations are ashamed. The sword intent of the younger generation has not been practiced. Wind replied without a trace.

"Good!good!good!haha!" the middle-aged man laughed again.

The old man stepped forward with a smile, bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Master, the old slave is willing to accompany the young man to play the sword." ”

"No! No, I'll do it myself, I'll come by myself!" the middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand to stop the old man. The cane-wielding old woman's face showed a slight shock.

"Feng Shaoxia, please!" the middle-aged man stretched out one hand and said to the wind without a trace.

Feng Wuxian held the sword in his hand, walked in front of the middle-aged man, gave a sword salute to the middle-aged man, and said, "Please give a move from the seniors!"

The middle-aged man stopped talking, stretched out his right hand, and a cold light flew towards the wind without a trace. The speed of this cold light was obviously much faster than the middle-aged man's previous attack on the four great handsomemen.

Fusheng "Ahh

Fusheng had just covered his mouth when two cold rays of light flew out of the middle-aged man's hand and struck at Feng Wuxi.

With a swipe of the long sword in Feng Wuji's hand, two cold rays of light disappeared.

"Good!" the middle-aged man laughed, and the speed of his shot became faster and faster. But seeing the cold light shining in the field, it almost completely covered the wind without a trace.

Feng Wuji's face was calm, and he kept drawing out his sword. In the sound of ding, ding, ding

Song Tianzhen, Chen Wen and Zhang Xiaohua only knew at this time that when the three of them fought against Feng Wuxian before, Feng Wuxian really kept his hand.

Chen Yuqing, Lan Feiling, and Zhang Zhongchun had pale faces, and the light in their eyes flashed.

Yu Bufan's face was blank, and he looked at the middle-aged man in the field and Feng Wuxian beckoning, as if he was stunned.

At this time, those who can really see the situation of the middle-aged man's battle with Feng Wuxian are only the Eight Bitter Monks, Zhu Wuji and the Four Great Sword Sects, as well as the heads and masters of the older generation of Kunlun and Vientiane.

They could see clearly that although Feng Wuxian had blocked every attack of the middle-aged man, so far, Feng Wuxian had been in a passive defensive state. If the two sides are really fighting, I am afraid that it will not take a moment for the wind to splash blood without a trace for five steps.

The wind was without a trace of panic. His heart is getting quieter and purer.

Feng Wuxian has forgotten that this is the Song family's pass, and there is still the corpse of the Song family lying here.

Feng Wuxian has forgotten why he came here today, and what he has experienced today.

Wind Without a Trace had even forgotten who he was fighting against.

In the eyes of Feng Wuxi, there was only sword light. In the heart of the wind without a trace, there is only sword intent.

The wind comes out of the sword without a trace, out of the sword, and out of the sword.

Finally, Wind Without a Trace stabbed out the first sword. He stabbed the sword of his first attack so far.

The old man's face showed surprise. The cough of the cane old woman had completely stopped. There was not much expression on her wrinkled face. But the surprise in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of approval. Seeing the sword stabbed by Feng Wuxi, the middle-aged man almost blurted out. But he didn't. He knew that at this moment, the wind was without a trace, and he was already in a realm that was extremely difficult for a person who practiced swords to enter. He was reluctant to make a sound to wake up the wind from this realm.

The middle-aged man's shot became faster and faster. What surrounds the body of the wind without a trace is no longer just a cold light. The whole person without a trace of the wind has been completely surrounded by a ball of light. It is already difficult to break through this light.

The six doors of the people all opened their mouths wide.

The people of the Six Sects who came here with all their plans, although they may not all be as good as the young masters of the Four Great Sword Sects, they are not mediocre hands. Moreover, the bowl of rice eaten by the people of the Six Gates, I don't know how many so-called masters of swords in the rivers and lakes have been seen. But they had never seen anyone else who could wield a sword so fast that the human eye could not see the figure in the sword light.

Ning Feizhou, Zuo Lengfeng, Bian Zhanyun, Huang Kun, Xuan Zhenzi, and Tian Sanqi's faces were extremely serious. They had never seen such a sharp sword. Maybe only those legendary characters, maybe only the lifeless killer who made trouble in Beijing a few days ago, can use such a fast sword, right?

The whole body of the monk of the Eight Bitters relaxed. He put himself in a state of extreme relaxation. Only when people relax first can they better cope with things that cannot be relaxed.

In the sword light, Feng Wuxian stabbed out the second sword. The sword of the second attack. Between this sword and the sword of the first attack stabbed by Wind Without a Trace, there were at least twenty moves.

Then, Wind Without a Trace stabbed out the third sword. The sword of the third attack. The third sword, and the second sword, were separated by sixteen moves.

Then, Feng Wuji stabbed out the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth swords.

When the sixth sword was stabbed, the sword moves between the sixth and fifth swords had been shortened to seven. By the time the tenth sword was stabbed, the interval between this move and the previous move had been shortened to three moves.

Out of every three moves, Wind Without a Trace has been able to fight back with one move.

The eyes of the old man had narrowed into a line. The cough of the old woman with a cane has completely stopped. She also seemed worried that her cough would disturb the two people who were fighting each other in the room.

"It's an eye-opener! It's amazing, it's extraordinary, it's good to watch the battle and figure it out!" Ning Feizhou praised loudly.

This praise was heard, and the sword in Feng Wuxi's hand paused slightly. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man, and Ning Feizhou was shot with electricity.

"Heroes come out of teenagers!" Zuo Lengfeng said coldly. His voice was cold, but not low-pitched. At the very least, he made sure that his voice had successfully penetrated the middle-aged man and Wind Traceless's sword sound and reached Wind Traceless's ears.

The sword in Feng Wuji's hand paused slightly, and finally drooped down.

The sword light is gone.