It's close. It's close. It's close.

The sea of grass is finally approaching.

Zhu Fuliu had already seen a six-door man standing on the side of the road.

Zhu Fuliu's feet kicked on the stirrups and jumped into the air. When Zhu Fuliu jumped out, the last military horse he rode fell to the ground with a bang. It bleeds enough. Its physical strength has been exhausted.

Zhu Fuliu jumped in front of the six-door man standing on the side of the road, slapped him to the ground, dragged him up again, and asked sharply, "Why are you still here?!"

The six-door man didn't care that the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, turned over and bowed, and replied loudly: "Your lords have rushed to the sea of green grass!

"Get out! Gather everyone and hurry to the sea of grass!" Zhu Fuliu kicked down the six door people who were kneeling on the ground, and continued to fly forward.

"Manager Yan, General Du, the lower officials will go first!" Zhu Fuliu's voice still came from him.

Behind Zhu Fuliu, Du Wenwu jumped up from the horse, grabbed Yan Ruhai, who was no longer able to get off the horse, with one hand holding a stick, and flew forward with Zhu Fuliu.

Behind them, dozens of horsemen and six gates, forbidden soldiers, and chamberlains also dismounted and flew forward. Their horses have fulfilled their last duty as military horses.

On both sides of the road, every hundred and ten paces, there was a man with six doors. Seeing that Zhu Fuliu's figure was more than enough, these six door people didn't say a word, and ran wildly in the direction where Zhu Fuliu swept away.

Not far away, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the sound of rumbling horses' hooves was getting closer and closer.

The cavalry of the southwestern frontier army bound for the sea of grass arrived. Although they had armor on their bodies, although they were not as well prepared as Zhu Fuliu and the others, they finally arrived.

"Du Wenwu is here! Surround the sea of green grass! Those who trespass will be killed!" Du Wenwu shouted loudly while blocking Yan Ruhai from flying by, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder.

"The last will be ordered!" replied a gruff voice aloud to the rumbling sound of horses' hooves.

A sea of grass.

Boulder.

"Mr. Fei, after the sword of a hundred schools, I am cultivating a fast sword. "Dugu Feiyun Dao.

Ah Fei slowly pulled out the green steel sword at his waist. An ordinary blue steel sword.

"Feng Shaoxia, when I cultivated the fast sword, I thought that as long as I could practice the fastest sword, it would be the strongest sword. Dugu Feiyun looked at the wind without a trace and smiled.

"The younger generation also thinks so. "The wind is without a trace.

"Please!" Dugu Feiyun turned to Ah Fei and stabbed out with a sword on the ground.

This sword doesn't have any moves. This sword is just fast.

When Dugu Feiyun spoke to Ah Fei, he was at least seven steps away from Ah Fei. But Dugu Feiyun's word "please" is still in people's ears, and his sword has reached Ah Fei's chest.

Ah Fei took out his sword. His shot, it doesn't look that fast. But the tip of the long sword in his hand just sealed the way from the tip of the long sword in Dugu Feiyun's hand.

Dugu Feiyun changed his moves. He changed the thorn to the cut. His change of tactics is still as smooth as his peers. It's just that his sword is faster than Xingyun and faster than flowing water.

Ah Fei also changed his moves. Ah Fei's change of tactics is still not fast. But the green steel sword in his hand once again blocked the way of Dugu Feiyun's long sword.

Dugu Feiyun changed his tricks again. He switched to picking. With this sword, he pointed at Ah Fei's jaw. This sword seems to be the one that Dugu Feiyun originally wanted to pick.

Ah Fei also changed his tactics again. His arm barely moved. He just moved his wrist. Then, the green steel sword in his hand once again blocked the trajectory of Dugu Feiyun's long sword.

"The green steel sword in Mr. Fei's hand is not as good as the sword in Dugu Feiyun's hand. "There is no way to do it. Although the distance is far, although Dugu Feiyun's shot is fast, Zhu Wuji can see every interception or block of Ah Fei. If Dugu Feiyun fights hard with the green steel sword in Ah Fei's hand with the long sword in his hand, he is ten percent sure that the green steel sword in Ah Fei's hand will break.

"All the people who fought with him, who had such thoughts as you, are already dead. Jack-of-all-trades didn't even look at Zhu Wuji, and said.

"When Fei Shi debuted, he used a bamboo sword. "The Eight Bitter Monks said.

At the boulder, Dugu Feiyun has been changing his moves.

Stab, slash, pick, pluck, slash, split, hit, point, collapse, sweep, wipe, frame, Dugu Feiyun used a different technique every time he changed his moves. He was always using technique and never focused on moves.

At this time, Dugu Feiyun only pays attention to speed.

Gear shift. Sword speed.

Dugu Feiyun's change of tactics is getting faster and faster. His sword speed is getting faster and faster.

The long sword in Dugu Feiyun's hand had already made a sharp sound. It was the sound of a sword slicing through the air.

Feng Wuxian could still see Dugu Feiyun's move and Ah Fei's move clearly at first. But at this moment, Feng Wuxian couldn't see Dugu Feiyun's move clearly.

Dugu Feiyun's change of tactics was too fast. In the middle of Dugu Feiyun and Ah Fei, there were already sword shadows. It was the afterimage left by the long sword in Dugu Feiyun's hand. In the shadow of the sword, there was a sword light shining.

Wind Trail stood too close. At such a close distance, how easy is it to capture the sword light in Dugu Feiyun's hand among the countless sword shadows?

Feng Wuxian can still see clearly, only Ah Fei's answer.

Ah Fei's shot was always unhappy. There is no discipline in his moves. Seeing in Feng Wuxi's eyes, Ah Fei just moved his arms and wrists in the shadow of a sword. There were even a few times when Ah Fei didn't seem to even move his arms and wrists. But the sword shadow never broke through a foot in front of Ah Fei.

Moreover, from Dugu Feiyun's sword to the present, Feng Wuxian has not heard a single sword strike.

In the distance, the know-it-all and the Eight Bitter Monks turned back.

Farther away, a figure swept by. The know-it-all and the eight bitter monks knew that it was Zhu Fuliu. can run out of the murderous body with the wind blowing body method, and the only one who knows is Zhu Fuliu.

Zhu Wuji also turned back.

"Senior, master, I'll go and greet you. "Zhu Wuji's body was just up, and he was grabbed by the Eight Bitter Monks.

"Stay here and get a little scolding. Jack-of-all-trades laughed.

The place of the boulders.

"Feng Shaoxia, you might as well close your eyes. Dugu Feiyun said with a smile as he continued to draw his sword.

Wind closed his eyes without a trace.

He frowned slightly. In his ears, there was only the sound of a sharp sword. He knew that it was the sound of the long sword in Dugu Feiyun's hand.

Then, Feng Wuji's brow slowly relaxed. He heard another voice. A voice that was almost drowned out by the sound of Dugu Feiyun's sword.

Dugu Feiyun's face was full of smiles. A Fei's face also showed a hint of a smile for the first time.

Dugu Feiyun's shot was faster. Ah Fei's shot was even slower.

The wind stood in place without a trace, not moving at all. The faint voice in his ears became clearer and clearer.

Zhu Fuliu finally approached where the know-it-all and the others were standing.

"You have no plan, you ......!" Zhu Fuliu shouted.

Zhu Fuliu knew that if Zhu Wuji was willing, maybe he would sit in the position of the head of the six doors of the Beijing Division one step earlier than himself. But at this time, he couldn't care about that much.

"Look first. The know-it-all interrupted Zhu Fuliu's cheers.

Zhu Fuliu only glanced at the depths of the sea of grass, and immediately closed his mouth.

Among the six people in the world, there are definitely only a handful of swordsmanship cultivators who can surpass his Zhu Fuliu. If it weren't for Zhu Fuliu's laziness over the years, even if all the sword masters in the rivers and lakes were put together, Zhu Fuliu's swordsmanship cultivation would definitely be able to squeeze into the top twenty.

Therefore, Zhu Fuliu only glanced at it and knew that if the two people who were fighting in the sea of grass insisted on doing this, even if Zhu Wuji and all the six gates of the place combined to block it, it would be useless.

Du Wenwu is also close. Although Yan Ruhai was almost brought all the way by Du Wenwu, Du Wenwu's speed was not affected much.

"Lord Zhu, why are you still standing?!Hurry!Hurry!" Yan Ruhai shouted from afar. His voice sounded like he was crying.

Behind Du Wenwu, several people dressed in the costumes of the six doors, the forbidden army and the chamberlain were also rushing in. They were the fastest among their companions.

"Zhu Fuliu, there are too many people. The jack-of-all-trades glanced back and said.

Zhu Fuliu raised his hand, and several people not far behind Du Wenwu immediately stopped.

"I wish you, you, you, you ......" Yan Ruhai had already collapsed.

"Manager Yan, take a look first. Zhu Fuliu stretched out his hand to hug Yan Ruhai and said.

Du Wenwu glanced at the sea of grass, immediately frowned, and stretched his eyebrows again. He wields sticks, but his insight is not shallow. Moreover, Du Wenwu saw at a glance that in the sea of grass, where they were fighting, there was still a person standing. In this case, there should be no accident for a while.

Zhu Fuliu and Du Wenwu waved their hands at the same time, and the people who were rushing towards this sea of grass quickly retreated.

When Zhu Fuliu and Du Wenwu waved their hands, Yan Ruhai gasped, squinted his eyes, and also looked at the depths of the sea of grass. After taking a look, Yan Ruhai immediately closed his mouth.

The distance is too far, the mountain wind is blind, and Yan Ruhai can't see it so clearly. But Yan Ruhai could see that light and shadow. Yan Ruhai has never seen such a light and shadow with a sword.

"Thank you, Mr. Fei. "In the depths of the sea of grass, Dugu Feiyun collected his sword, and Feng Wuxian opened his eyes.

"I didn't spare my hand. Ah Fei said.

"Thank you, Mr. Fei. Dugu Feiyun said with a smile.

"How?" Dugu Feiyun asked with a smile at Feng Wuji.

"The predecessors are fast swords, but the younger generations have not seen them in their lives. The wind bowed without a trace.

"The senior's ......" Feng Wuxian bowed to Ah Fei again.

He asked, not whether his sword was fast or not. Ah Fei said.

"Thank you, two seniors. Wind Without a Trace bowed deeply.

"Stopped. "In the distance, Yan is like a seaway.

"It's useless to go. "Everything is in the way.

"You came in a hurry to kill them?" said the Eight Bitter Monk as he glanced back at the cavalry gathered in the distance.

Zhu Fuliu gritted his teeth and walked towards the sea of grass.

Yan Ruhai limped behind Zhu Fuliu, and only after taking a few steps, Du Wenwu stepped forward, hugged Yan Ruhai, and walked to the depths of the sea of grass together.