This formula is what Yu Bufan himself realized.

This style, Yu Bufan has not yet fully practiced.

This style, Yu Bufan has only practiced in front of Ning Feizhou.

This type is used, the world becomes a moat, and Huangquan is the way.

Wind Without a Trace can't help but fight back.

The moat has been broken, but the road is still there.

The wind fought back without a trace, and it still had the strength to spare. He intends to break tricks, not hurt people. Feng Wuxian is not a fan of Yu Bufan, only disappointed, not murderous.

The bitterness in Yu Bufan's heart can be fully understood by Feng Wuxi.

Yu Bufan's grace to save each other in Songjiaao has always been remembered in his heart.

The wind is traceless, one sword breaks the moat, and the second sword rushes through.

The wind has no trace to force Yu Bufan to defend himself. As long as Yu Bufan returns to defense, the wind can cut off Yu Bufan's passage without a trace.

It's a pity that Yu Bufan didn't go back.

Yu Bufan used this method, and he had no intention of returning to defense.

Although Yu Bufan realized this formula, he did not understand it thoroughly. If you understand it thoroughly, in this way, Yu Bufan will open the opponent's moat and pave the opponent's path.

Now, the sword move has not been successful, Yu Bufan is opening the other party's moat, but paving his own way.

The moat has been cut off by a sword without a trace. The road is still at the feet of Yu Bufan.

If Feng Wuxian used all his strength to make his sword, he might be able to pick up the long sword in Yu Bufan's hand in one fell swoop after cutting off the moat.

It's just that, deep down in his heart, Feng Wuxian never wanted Yu Bufan to lose too ugly this time. As long as there is still suffering in Yu Bufan's heart, Feng Wuxian does not want to hurt him. Don't hurt others, don't hurt their hearts.

In an instant, the passage stretched out to the chest of the wind without a trace.

Wind Traceless unleashed a third sword of counter-attack.

This sword has nothing to do with murderous intent. This sword has nothing to do with killing intent. This sword is just instinct. The instinct of a man who wields a sword.

The sword is broken. The passage stops.

The passage that stretched out to the wind without a trace stopped. Yu Bufan's path has been through.

Feng Wuxian held the long sword in his hand and looked at Yu Bufan quietly.

Yu Bufan also quietly watched the wind without a trace. A smile appeared on his face. A smile of relief.

The days of more than ten years in Huashan, at this moment, flashed through Yu Bufan's mind quickly.

At that time, I was still young and naughty, and I always liked to sneak into the mountains and do some naughty things that all teenagers like to do.

It's always the elder brother who comes to find himself. After the elder brother found him, he never immediately dragged himself back, but always ran with him in the mountains. Because the elder brother knows that he likes the feeling of running in the middle of Huashan.

At that time, I was not so diligent in practicing swords. But smart yourself. Others want to practice sword moves for ten days and a half months, but they only need to practice for half a day to be able to make a similar appearance. But Master was always dissatisfied with himself. In front of many of his classmates, the master taught himself a lesson with a straight face, and even punished himself for practicing the sword for several hours without stopping.

But every time he was punished, at night, the senior brother would always secretly bring some delicious things to himself, and would also help him rub his little arms and calves that were sore because he had been practicing the sword for too long. And the master often stood silently not far away, silently looking at the place where he lived.

At that time, when the master was the most strict with himself, it was when he taught himself the rules of Huashan. When teaching the rules of the door, the master was even stricter than an old-fashioned private school gentleman in the world.

As long as I memorize a wrong word, Master's board will fall on me. If he explained a wrong sentence, the anger on the master's face could frighten those uncles and uncles to dare not approach.

When his swordsmanship finally became small and shined in the big competition of Huashan, although the expression on Master's face was serious, Master's steps in those days were unusually brisk.

When he first used the half-baked moat path in front of the master, although the master pointed out many of the flaws very harshly, there were tears in the master's eyes in the mountain wind.

Master, since when have you forgotten the rules of Huashan that you once taught your disciples so harshly?

Master, since when have you forgotten that when you watched your disciples plant that pine seedling, you said to your disciples that people should be like pines?

Master, since when did you only have the reputation of Huashan in your heart?

Master, since when did you begin to tolerate the existence of those things for the sake of Huashan's reputation?

Master, how I hope that after you know those things, you will be able to beat your disciple into Huashan Siguo Cliff, and even kill your disciple under the sword with a sword.

Master, how much the disciple hopes that after Song Jiaao was forced out of the Wind Breaking Sword Formation by Dugu Feiyun, you can let the disciple finish that sentence.

Senior brother, junior brother, I miss the days when you dragged your junior brother to run in the mountains.

Senior brother, junior brother, I miss those days when I fought side by side with you.

Senior brother, Huashan in the future depends on you.

The Four Great Heroes?

The Four Great Heroes?

The Four Great Sword Gates?hehe!Haha!

Memories flashed one by one, and then vanished one by one. Yu Bufan's consciousness has begun to blur.

The sword of the wind without a trace cut off the path that stretched out to him, and also cut off Yu Bufan's vitality.

The smile on Yu Bufan's face began to fade. Blood, which had begun to pour up his throat, oozed from the corners of his mouth. With the last of his strength, he silently said a few words to Feng Wuji.

Feng Wuxian knew that what Yu Bufan said was: "Thank you! I'm sorry!"

Feng Wuxian understood what Yu Bufan was thanking for. What Yu Bufan is sorry for, Feng Wuxian doesn't need to understand anymore.

Yu Bufan had already lowered his head.

Whatever he had done, whoever he had ever been sorry for, he was relieved. With his blood, he washed away all the aura and all the shadows that had once been on him.

Yu Bufan, seeking benevolence and benevolence.

Feng Wuxian stretched out his hand and supported Yu Bufan's body. The sword in his hand was still in Yu Bufan's chest.

This sword, Feng Wuxian didn't know whether to pull it out or not.

The wind has killed people without a trace. There are more than one or two people killed by the wind without a trace.

But the person in front of him, Feng Wuxian killed very helplessly, very hard.

"Extraordinary!" Song Tianzhen shouted loudly, and several Huashan disciples rushed forward.

"Brother Yu!"

"Brother Yu!"

"Brother Yu!"

Faster than Song Tianzhen were Chen Yuqing, Lan Feiling and Zhang Zhongchun.

When Yu Bufan used the way to make the moat, Chen Yuqing, Lan Feiling and Zhang Zhongchun were all shocked.

They and Yu Bufan are known as the four great handsome, and they have joined forces to break through the rivers and lakes for two years, but they never knew that Yu Bufan still had such a killing move.

Although the four great handsomes are the best among the younger generations of the four great sword sects, they are all in the same spirit, but in everyone's heart, there is always a careful idea of competing with the other three. Everyone feels that they are the real head of the four handsome.

But Yu Bufan's sword made Chen Yuqing, Lan Feiling and Zhang Zhongchun understand that they were both Junyan, and the distance between them and Yu Bufan was still far away.

When Yu Bufan resolutely took on the battle without a trace, Chen Yuqing, Lan Feiling, and Zhang Zhongchun all hesitated. They fought with Wind Without a Trace twice, but they were defeated by Wind Without a Trace sword twice. In front of the heroes of the world, they did not want to lose again.

But at this time, they can't help but rush out.

Yu Bufan can't live anymore. But the friendship of the four handsome people can't be seen clearly.

"Let go of Brother Yu!" Zhang Zhongchun shouted with his broadsword in his hand. Bian Zhanyun's voice is loud, so the vast majority of Qingcheng disciples have a loud voice.

"Let go of Brother Yu!" Chen Yuqing and Lan Feiling also shouted in unison. They gritted their teeth, their faces and eyes full of grief and indignation.

Feng Wuxian calmly glanced at the remaining three handsome people.

Just this glance made Zhang Zhongchun, Chen Yuqing and Lan Feiling feel angry and cold in their hearts.

Feng Wuxi's eyes were calm. But when he looked at Chen Yuqing and the others, he seemed to be looking at three poor worms. Three damn poor worms.

Song Tianzhen supported Yu Bufan's body.

He didn't even draw his sword. He seemed to have forgotten that there was still a sword in Feng Wuji's hand. He also seemed to have forgotten that just the day before yesterday, he had also been defeated by the sword of Wind Traceless. He didn't seem to see that the sword without a trace was still in the body of his most beloved and admired junior brother.

Wind Without a Trace slowly drew his sword. Yu Bufan fell softly into Song Tianzhen's arms.

Song Tianzhen hugged Yu Bufan's body, knelt on the ground, pressed his head tightly to his chest, and whispered: "Extraordinary!

Song Tianzhen's voice was very soft. His voice was as soft as when he secretly called Yu Bufan at night when he went to bring him food.

Song Tianzhen's movements were very light. His movements were as light as when he quietly went to rub his arms and legs for the punished Yu Bufan at night.

Yu Bufan's body was gradually getting colder. Song Tianzhen's heart was already cold.

His favorite junior brother fell. Huashan's most extraordinary disciple fell.

The Huashan disciples who rushed into the entrance all drew their swords. The three great toshihiko had already drawn their swords. More disciples of the Six Great Sects drew their swords and rushed into the arena.

Dugu Feiyun didn't move.

The old man did not move.

The old woman with the cane did not move.

A dozen sword-wielding men did not move.

The wind did not move without a trace. He held the sword in one hand and stood in place. He didn't look at the three great junyans, nor did he look at the disciples of the six major sects who were holding long swords and were furious. He had been looking at Song Tianzhen and Yu Bufan in his arms.

Song Tianzhen gently wiped away the blood from the corner of Yu Bufan's mouth, gently held Yu Bufan's body in his arms, and stood up gently.

He didn't look at the wind again. He didn't go to see the disciples of the six major sects in the field. He held Yu Bufan's body, walked in front of Ning Feizhou step by step, knelt on his knees, and hung his head deeply.

He came back with Yu Bufan. He took Yu Bufan back to say goodbye to his master. Then, he wants to take his junior brother back to Huashan and return to the mountain forest that his junior brother likes the most. The immortal pine planted by the junior brother is now flourishing, which can shelter the junior brother from the wind and rain.

"Bufan is a good disciple of the teacher and a good disciple of Huashan. Ning Feizhou's voice sounded very distant.

"Yes, Master. Song Tianzhen couldn't cry.

"God, get up. Huashan disciples, only bleed. Ning Feizhou said.

"Yes, Master. Song Tianzhen swallowed all the sadness into his throat, supported Yu Bufan, and slowly stood up. His back is straighter than the green pine on Mount Hua.