Ye Wuxin held the dust in his hand, standing proudly in the wind, in the past, this scene was beautiful from any angle, just like a general who had just won a battle, but now it is completely different.

The young master of the Autumn Wind Pavilion, who once crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, was defeated at this time, and it was defeated in the hands of an unknown guy, could it be that Ye Wuxin was too crazy, and God wanted to send someone to clean him up?

It's a hard truth to face that the dust is no longer complete.

Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, and a long time passed.

Ye Wuxin stayed where he was, not thinking about anything, on the contrary, his brain was blank at this time, blank was suffocating, blank was frightening.

Finally, when a fallen leaf slapped on his face by the autumn wind, Ye Wuxin slowly came back to his senses, and he felt that the leaf was exactly the same as the autumn leaf that fell from the tree when he defeated his father.

"I'm still Ye Wuxin now, as long as the masked man doesn't appear, I'm still a terrible swordsman. Ye Wuxin persuaded himself like this, persuaded his unwilling heart, and persuaded the arrogant heart under the cold appearance.

Ye Wuxin turned around and walked towards Murong Xue, gently picked her up, and walked out of this incomprehensible forest together.

Los Angeles, in the inn.

"You, what do you want?" Murong Xue put her hands in front of her chest, subconsciously glanced down at her clothes, and shouted with a pair of big eyes, her eyes full of fear and uneasiness.

"If I want to do something to you, the best time to do it is last night. Ye Wuxin looked at him and said.

Murong Xue's eyes were indeed very seductive, even when she was angry and scolding. Ye Wuxin conquered a lot of women, but he was completely captured by such a pair of eyes.

"Thank you. Murong Xue jumped out of bed, the events of last night gradually recalled in her mind, although she hated the man in front of her, but she was still more or less grateful to him in her heart.

Murong Xue only knew that Ye Wuxin had saved her, but she didn't know the price Ye Wuxin had paid for her—a handful of dust that was no longer complete.

Murong Xue left without looking back, and Ye Wuxin felt the taste of heartache for the first time. It was a feeling that surpassed the pain of all the sword wounds that his enemies had inflicted on him.

If you blow on the sword, it will increase the power of the sword, but if it blows on the wound, it will make people think about it more and more painful, and the pain will be so painful that they can't extricate themselves.

"Damn! So you're here. A person came in from the window, just at the moment when Murong Xue had just walked out of Ye Wuxin's sight.

"You guy, you don't go through the front door every time. Ye Wuxin didn't pay attention to him, there was only one person who always came to visit him but never went to the front door - Xiao Fei.

"No way, the person is too handsome, and it is easy to be recognized when you walk through the front door. Xiao Fei said with a grin, still with that cynical expression. The only difference was that this time he had an extra sword in his hand - a sword that didn't belong to him.

"Aren't you going to talk about it?" Ye Wuxin asked as he looked at the sword in his hand. Xiao Fei can always find Ye Wuxin, which makes Ye Wuxin very puzzled.

"Oh, I thought you were dead!" Xiao Fei always spoke without logic, so it was not easy to connect his words, but Ye Wuxin could do it.

"I can't die, but it's hard to say whether Zhuge is dead or alive. Ye Wuxin frowned and said, he remembered the prophecy: Ye Luo Wuxin flowers are gone.

"It's good to be alive, I'm serious, it's good to be alive!" Xiao Fei's mouth said such words, which was really uncomfortable, and it always felt weird.

"Looks like you're almost dead?" Ye Wuxin struggled to grasp the point of his speech.

"I almost died! Qiu Wuxian almost didn't survive!" Xiao Fei said loudly, and there was a little more inexplicable sadness on his underbeaten face.

"What!Qiu Wuxin is dead?" Ye Wuxin said as he stood up from his stool. The sword in Xiao Fei's hand confirmed that he was not lying.

As a swordsman, he never leaves his sword unless he is dead.

Qiu Wuxian has been fond of swords all his life, and he loves Wuxian in his hands, and finally his swordsmanship reached its peak, but in the end he still couldn't escape the fate of Jiuquan.

"When?" Ye Wuxin suddenly asked.

"Yesterday night. Xiao Fei said.

"Was he killed by a masked man?" Ye Wuxin's face changed, and he remembered the mysterious Lethe master, the man who held the golden dragon.

Xiao Fei felt Ye Wuxin's change, no one had ever made him so uneasy, so he said, "How can there be any masked people? He was surrounded by the four princes of the Murong family and died! It is said that Murong Feng also sprinkled a soak of urine on Qiu Wuxian's corpse. ”

Ye Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to hear the words "masked man", in fact, that person had caused him a big shadow and made him start to doubt his swordsmanship.

As soon as one begins to doubt oneself, the foundation of all invincibility begins to waver.

"This Murong family is really despicable!" Ye Wuxin said, in fact, he had already foreseen this result, but Murong Feng actually urinated on a dead man, this matter was really unacceptable.

What else do you say "Fourth Sword"! Hmph! People like Murong Feng simply defiled the word swordsman. You don't have to look at him as serious and upright, but every night he will use maidens under eighteen for his own enjoyment. He's a very bastard! And it's said that this guy was cruel to women who didn't obey him, stripping them naked and hanging them on the beams of the house and beating them badly" Xiao Fei spat and scolded as he spoke.

"That's enough! I'm not interested in him. Ye Wuxin couldn't stand it, he felt a little disgusting.

Murong Feng is a pervert, an out-and-out pervert.

Ye Wuxin began to understand a little why there were countless swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, but Qiu Wuxian chose him, Murong Feng was indeed a damn person.

People are always pretending because there are too many eyes around them, and in the end they either suffocate themselves or suffocate themselves. A natural orphan like Xiao Fei, although he loves to scold and can't control his mouth, he is an out-and-out good person.

Ye Wuxin's eyes never left the sword, the legendary sword, the sword stained with the blood of countless swordsmen, the sword called Traceless.

Qiu Ruochun dreamed without a trace

Heaven and earth are in the gossip

It is as thin as a veil of clouds

Silent dream flowers

The Traceless Sword, the lightest and thinnest of the three swords. Killing is silent, the sword is silent, but silence is better than sound, and everything in the world can be broken.

"I thought he would kill himself, but I was wrong!" Xiao Fei said.

"But even if the four sons of the Murong family join forces, they can't easily kill Qiu Wuxian, not to mention that there is still you??" Ye Wuxin still had some doubts in his heart.

"Of course, then another person came. Xiao Fei's eyes were instantly full of murderous aura and said.

"Who?" Ye Wuxin hurriedly turned around and asked.