"What are you shouting, you're not dead!" Ye Wuxin said with a frown.

"Fuck! Aren't you going to die right away? Qiu Wuxian is such an awesome person who is dead, how old are you?" Xiao Fei replied scoldingly.

"Murong Feng didn't kill you last time, let's see who else will save you this time!" Murong Bei watched from the side and said with a sneer.

He didn't seem to be planning to make a move at this moment, he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, and when the flowers were exhausted and Ye Wuxin was both defeated, he would reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Ye Wuxin glanced at Murong Bei, and snorted from his nose, he didn't plan to kill him, that kind of guy would only dirty the sword in his hand.

"Qiankun is relative!", this is the rise of the gossip fan method.

Although the flowers are gone, he rarely uses the magic skill of the Hundred Flowers Sect - the Ice Spirit Divine Skill. He likes his own mental method, the set of stunts he realized from the gossip fan.

There is also a story about the gossip fan.

About six years ago, Hua Luo was ordered by the Hundred Flowers Sect Master to go to Longquan Villa to catch the eighteenth generation of ghosts, and Mo Tianqi, the current owner of Longquan Villa, because Hua Feihua wanted to create a worldly divine weapon, plus his own ice spirit magic skills, to dominate the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

Unexpectedly, the news leaked, and decent people from the rivers and lakes gathered at Longquan Villa overnight, set traps, and waited for the arrival of Hua Feihua.

So the result can be imagined, Hualuo tried his best to escape, but was still trapped on the back cliff of Longquan Villa, there were pursuers behind, the front was a dead end, Hualuo did not hesitate, jumped and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

He had just turned twelve that year.

Hualuo gambled with his life, but that time he won: instead of dying, he inadvertently obtained the treasure lost at the bottom of the cliff - the Bagua Fan.

The Bagua Fan is not an ordinary fan, which is known from the first sight of Hua Luo.

It has the sharpness of the sword, the hardness of the shield, the arbitrariness of the hidden weapon, and the fan surface seems to be smeared with green water and mountains, but it is actually a martial arts method, plus there are thousands of golden needles inside, and the power is endless.

Hua Luo is full of talent and intelligence, and has stayed at the bottom of the cliff for half a year, and has actually penetrated the gossip layout, becoming a stunt of his own, and standing alone in the rivers and lakes.

Hua Feihua tried every means to get this fan, but not only Hua Feihua, but anyone else, as long as he grabbed this folding fan, he would be eaten by the Heavenly Dao and lose his internal strength, in other words, this fan only belonged to Hua Luo.

This is not an accident, but a fate.

If a person gambles on what he has obtained with his life, how can someone else take it? Even if he could, it would never be too easy.

Ye Wuxin secretly blocked with internal force, and a dazzling spark was clearly visible in broad daylight.

"Do you and I have to be like this?" Ye Wuxin said as he watched the flowers fall through the sword body.

"Death, the one who stands in my way!" the flower's eyes had turned a terrible red, and with it came a sudden increase in power, and the tables, chairs, and benches in the room were mercilessly shattered, and the air was dusty.

Xiao Fei jumped out of the window, thinking that he could escape, but the smile he had just shown froze on his face.

The masters of Murong Villa and hundreds of elite soldiers were already waiting for him outside the house, one by one holding weapons and waiting for him. Seeing that some people had escaped, they rushed up together, and they received orders that not even a single mosquito should be released.

"Unlucky, unlucky, I just said that this sword can't be wanted, hey!" Xiao Fei complained in a low voice, looking at the black crowd in front of him, he suddenly regretted running out of the house.

There is no way, go on! You can only bite the bullet! Xiao Fei shouted angrily and rushed forward, because shouting high can strengthen his courage.

house.

The corners of Ye Wuxin's mouth showed a strange smile, and he used a popular trick to catch the moon, forcing the flowers to retreat, and then directly raised his long sword and rushed up to the roof, only to hear "boom, boom" The roof tiles were shattered, and a huge hole appeared in the roof, from where he flew away.

The flowers fell to the tip of their toes, but the floor was already shattered, and they hurriedly chased after Ye Wuxin.

"Xun turns the world!", the flowers fell and made another move.

Xun was the main wind in the gossip, the flowers fell and shouted, the robes danced wildly in the wind, and suddenly the sand and stones were flying, the wind was raging, and the strong internal force stirred up the air around him, forming a huge wall of wind, blocking Ye Wuxin's way.

"Bang!" With a bang, the dust came out of the sheath, the cold light flashed, and the sword qi flew.

"Look at the sky!" Ye Wuxin turned around and danced his sword, using his Lethe swordsmanship.

I saw that the sword moved with his heart, his wrist turned lightly, as silent as a light veil, and as domineering as the sky, and the dust stood upright and fell, like a huge blade, cutting straight to the flowers.

The long sword asks the sky, the sky is old, not to mention the people? Lechuan Kendo has always been famous for its domineering and endless rivers and lakes.

"Hiss!" only a loud bang was heard, and the sword qi collided, making a deafening sound. The people outside the house couldn't help but be stunned when they saw two clouds of light and shadow flickering in the sky above the roof, and the sword qi was messy but aggressive and rushed straight into the sky.

"Look shit! Can you give me some fucking respect. Xiao Fei saw that the enemies were fighting fiercely in the air one by one, and ignored him, he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, grabbed the Traceless Sword in his hand, and slashed straight at the guy closest to him, he didn't know how to use the sword, this was the best move he could think of.

Seeing that he was clumsy and smiling, the man didn't pay attention to it, but just casually blocked it with the broad knife in his hand, and then there was a scream of "Ah!" that everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them, and they all looked back.

I saw that the traceless knife in Xiao Fei's hand passed straight through the middle of the wide knife, and slashed vertically from the head to the middle of the crotch of his pants, as gentle as a cow without leaving a trace, not even a trace of sound!

When everyone reacted, they saw that the person who was slashed was split into two halves from the middle with a crisp sound of a knife breaking, and flew to both sides respectively, like two chicken legs thrown in the air.

Blood flew in the air, and the air was filled with the foul smell of blood.

Xiao Fei only felt a hot liquid spilled on his face, touched it with his left hand, and looked at it in front of him, it was plasma with a trace of residual warmth.

The people besieging Xiao Fei involuntarily took a few steps back, no one wanted to be the next person to be split in half.

This was Xiao Fei's first murder, his hands were trembling, and his head kept repeating the scene just now: hands up. The sword falls. People die. The three simplest actions.

In fact, Xiao Fei didn't seem to kill him, it was just an accident.

Xiao Fei shouted, but he felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat, and his funny expression became stiff and dull at the moment.

Ye Wuxin couldn't help but turn his head to glance at Xiao Fei, and praised in his heart, "Traceless is really a good sword!"

"Shake the heavens and the earth!" Seeing that the last move was broken, Hua Luo made another move.

The gossip fan hovered above the head of the flower, and the left hand pinched the trick, and the right hand changed with it, only to see that the thunder suddenly broke out, and the clouds in the sky gradually became dense, and the wind wall that was split by Ye Wuxin just now came back to life, gathered again, and was more violent and powerful than the last time.

Ye Wuxin raised his sword and wanted to leave, he wanted to lure all the flowers to the mountains near Los Angeles, and then dissolve his soul dementorship, so that he could avoid the death of one of the two of them, but Ye Wuxin was too naïve.

The wind wall just now instantly turned into a thunder wall, the wind and thunder stirred, the folding fan above the head at the end of the flower fell has been opened, shaking off the ten thousand golden lights, with the help of the power of nature and the internal force of the flower falling, wantonly raging in the sky.

Suddenly, like a meteor across the night sky, the flowers fell in a thunder, the fan had closed, and returned to the hands of the flowers, and the tip of the fan came straight to Ye Wuxin's throat.

Ye Wuxin was busy dealing with the wind, thunder, and sword qi, as well as thousands of golden needles, such as Changhong, like a great river rushing, to defuse the attack from the flowers, but this oncoming blow was so fast that it was obviously impossible to dodge.

"Boom!!" A loud sound exploded around him, and everyone was forced back by such an internal force, Xiao Fei also felt the strong internal force rushing to his face, although the place of the explosion was more than ten meters away from him.

Ye Wuxin only felt a burst of dizziness in front of him, the powerful halo made him unable to see what was happening at all, the sand and stones were flying in front of him, and there were gusts of wind whistling in his ears, like a bell stirring like the rotation of the sun and the moon, this familiar internal force, could it be?

Ye Wuxin rubbed his eyes vigorously and saw a dark shadow blocking in front of him.

"Oh, it's you!" Ye Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly.