"The leaves fall heartlessly, and the flowers are gone. Ever since he met Zhuge Dark, this sentence has been echoing in his ears.

Zhuge Yan would rather vomit blood himself than tell this prophecy, this must be a very important clue! At least Ye Wuxin thinks so.

The sky was getting darker, the autumn breeze was blowing, and the air was getting colder and colder.

After coming out of the Sleeping Dragon Forest, Ye Wuxin had been thinking about what had happened these days, entangled and messed up, but it made him more convinced of his original thoughts: his father Ye Feng definitely did not commit suicide, although it seemed like that on the surface.

Ye Wuxin wanted to find the mad monk, and since the four princes of the Murong family wanted to seize the three swords of Lechuan, they would definitely not be unprepared. And waiting until the three sword masters gather together is also a stupid wait, and capturing them one by one is the best option.

No matter what kind of attitude he had towards Qiu Wuji, but since the moment he picked up the Peerless Dust in his hand, he and Qiu Wuxian already had a common identity - the Sword Master of Lethe.

Regardless of whether the consequences are good or bad, there is no harm to Qiu Wuxian living for him, which can be seen from Zhuge Dark's expression.

Only by joining forces with the mad monk can it be possible to save people. No matter how powerful a person is, he will not be stupid enough to be a hundred, and he is still in a situation where the enemy is dark and I am clear.

Ye Wuxin is not afraid of death, but if he dies in a very stupid way, it will be a very sad thing.

"Help!", a woman's voice came from the forest in the distance, Ye Wuxin's heart was shocked, this familiar voice was none other than the woman he had been thinking about recently - Murong Xue.

Ye Wuxin had no intention of making light luck and went straight to the voice.

"You're dead!" Ye Wuxin said coldly as he looked at the masked and eyed man in front of him. On his side, Murong Xue was firmly tied to the tree.

Murong Xue couldn't help but be overjoyed when she saw someone coming, but when she saw that it was Ye Wuxin, the spark of hope that flickered in her eyes dimmed again. He had tried to steal the dust from his hands, and now he had the face to call for help?

"Let that woman go!" Ye Wuxin patted the placket of his clothes and said. His clothes weren't dirty, it was just a habitual movement.

"Hahaha, everyone in the world says that when the dust is unsheathed, it will hurt people's lives, and today I want to try this dustless sword. The masked man said with a smile, looking calm and indifferent.

"Then you're looking for death!" Many people say that, but few leave alive. Ye Wuxin's murderous aura that had just been suppressed suddenly rose, and as soon as the word "death" came out, he flew forward, wanting to save Murong Xue, the autumn wind was swaying, and the dust was still in the sheath.

There is a person who once wanted to rob you of everything, but you will still save her without hesitation, in fact, Ye Wuxin is not so kind, but it just so happens that that person is Murong Xue.

Ye Wuxin actually didn't even know about himself - he already liked Murong Xue. He sympathized with the flowers, but they were no different at this moment.

The masked man didn't care, he only moved slightly, and dodged Ye Wuxin's oncoming attack, Ye Wuxin couldn't help but be surprised: What a fast speed!!

"Is it all there is to do with these two three-legged cats?" the masked man dodged back and forth, as if he didn't intend to shoot back.

Ye Wuxin was used to the feeling of playing with his prey, but at the moment, he felt more like the prey being played.

"Bastard!" After all the punch and foot attacks were dodged, Ye Wuxin was furious, "Bang!" With a bang, the dust came out of the sheath, the cold light was ten thousand points, the bright moon was overshadowed, and the autumn wind was intercepted by it!

"One of the Three Swords of Lethe, it really lives up to its name. The masked man's eyes showed a bit of joy, and there was no hint of flinching or fear.

"Look at the sky!" Ye Wuxin shouted, using the first move of the swordsmanship given to him by the white-bearded old man, facing such an opponent, Ye Wuxin didn't want to be careless.

"Oh! it seems that you have indeed learned the "Lethe Sword Technique"!" said the masked man. The tone is soft, as if he has seen such swordsmanship. The hand hidden behind the back has not been extended since it appeared, but you use your right hand to resolve most of the moves.

Ye Wuxin guessed that his left hand should be hiding some hidden weapon or something. After all, there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can force out his second sword.

"Ask the ground!" the blade swept straight towards the masked man. The powerful sword qi swept through the forest with an autumn wind like a knife, the speed was extremely fast, like a gale, like lightning, and in an instant, two rows of big trees with the thickness of the bowl mouth were cut down by the brush, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and fell towards the masked man together.

"It's interesting!" the masked man's left hand stretched out from his waist, and he saw a long golden whip burst out. The shape of the long whip is similar to that held by the King Kong of the Hundred Flowers Sect, but the difference is that it is golden all over, like a long dragon lying horizontally, rather than a long snake circling, revealing an irresistible dignity and domineering aura.

"Golden Dragon, how can you have the Golden Dragon Sword!!Are you from Lethe?" Ye Wuxin's face became extremely ugly, exactly the same as the expression of the person who fell under his sword at the beginning.

Ye Wuxin flinched a little, this masked man didn't want to attack Murong Xue, he just wanted to lure himself over, as for the purpose, it was unknown.

"I don't know how this sword compares to Your Excellency's Peerless Dust?" the masked man said with a smile looking at Ye Wuxin's surprised expression.

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Ye Wuxin injected his internal force into the sword, held the dust in his hand, rose in the air, stepped on the sword qi, and slashed straight towards the masked man's face, such a speed could not be seen by the naked eye at all.

The masked man was still unmoved, the golden dragon shook, the yellow light shone, the long whip flew into the sky like a giant dragon, making a "hissing" sound, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, making people shudder.

"When!" Jie Chen slashed directly into the golden dragon, the metal collided, emitting dazzling sparks, and a crisp sound echoed in the forest, unable to disperse for a long time. The surrounding internal forces were agitated, the air currents were surging, and the trees and flowers were uprooted, rolled up and flew ten zhang away.

"Poof!" Ye Wuxin's chest shook, his throat was sour, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

I saw that under the moonlight, the blade of the Absolute Dust Sword was directly embedded in the groove of the golden dragon, and an extremely small gap was opened at the seven inches of the sword!!

The masked man looked at Ye Wuxin, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he was still forced to retreat several steps when he stood still.

Ye Wuxin will never forget this peaceful night: an unknown masked man can actually make the dust crack!

When a person is so arrogant that he gets carried away, life will make him understand who is the protagonist in the end. Ye Wuxin is an arrogant person, so all this is fate, it is just a matter of time.

"I really don't understand, why would that old man rather sacrifice himself to teach you the 'Lechuan Swordsmanship'?

Ye Wuxin didn't want to speak anymore, his heart was like an iceberg being crushed, and he couldn't even breathe.

He knew that the old man in the masked mouth was his master, the man he had plunged his sword into his heart.

His master had told him that if he met a man with a golden whip in his hand, he would leave and not fight him. And Ye Wuxin forgot.

Whether it was because of his arrogance or because of Murong Xue, he couldn't figure it out himself.

"Boy, how much do you know about the Lechuan Kendo??" The masked man put away the golden dragon, and with a light tap of his toes, it was already a few feet away, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the night.

Everything came so fast, so suddenly.

A tear flowed from Ye Wuxin's eyes, not because of himself, but because of Jiechen - he used to be his father's favorite, and now he is his favorite sword.

Murong Xue was swept up by the sword wind just now, and even the people and trees fell ten zhang away, and at this moment she was quietly fainting under the moonlight.