Although the night is dark, there is always firelight to illuminate it.

Now, although it was pitch black in front of the Ku Pavilion, a bonfire had already been lit. It was not a celebratory bonfire, but a bonfire to take people's lives.

Except for Elder Ciwu, all the four members of the Fusheng Sect and the five members have arrived.

The three elders of the Fusheng Sect did not come. After all, the elders of the three elders were unusual. Unless there was an extremely special situation, they would never come forward easily.

"Wei He! What do you want?"

Among the elders of Fushengmen, one took a step forward, holding a long sword, and stood between Elder Ciwu and Wei He.

Wei He didn't speak, just looked at the visitor silently.

Elder Ciwu spoke first.

Elder Ciwu said: "Elder Nihuan, what are you going to do?"

Elder Ni Huan said coldly: "It is our duty to clean up the traitors!"

Ci Wu heard the words and was silent for a long time. Suddenly he sighed softly and said: "Elder Ni Huan, there is no need to trouble you. This is my family matter. Let me, the master, clean up the family..."

Hearing this, Ni Huan lowered his head and said nothing. He glanced at Ci Wu and then at Wei He, silently put away his sword and retreated silently.

Now, there are only two people left in the field, Ci Wu and Wei He.

Ci Wu slowly pulled out his sword. The blade was white and the sword was shining brightly.

Ci Wu gently stroked the sword in his hand and watched silently, with deep affection in his eyes, as if he was looking at his former first love.

After a long time, Ci Wu slowly raised his head, looked at Wei He, and suddenly smiled and said: "We haven't competed for a long time..."

Wei He nodded and said, "It's been ten years..."

Ci Wuwang glanced at the starry sky and said with a smile: "Ten years have gone by so fast..."

Wei He also glanced at the starry sky and said, "Ten years, how fast..."

After Wei He said this, he withdrew his gaze and stared at Ci Wu for a long time, his eyes motionless.

Ci Wudao: "What are you looking at?"

Wei He said: "Ten years, I haven't looked at you carefully in ten years..."

Ci Wu smiled and said, "I'm a bad old man, what's so good about me?"

Wei He suddenly sighed: "Ten years, you are getting old..."

Ci Wuye sighed: "In ten years, you have grown up..."

Wei He said: "If possible, I really hope that I will never grow up, just like you did when you saved me, never change..."

Ci Wu sighed: "It's lovely, you have to grow up after all. No one can escape the clutches of time due to birth, old age, illness and death..."

Wei He said: "Do you hate me?"

Ci Wudao: "Hate! But what can I do? I can teach you martial arts, raise you up, and accompany you for a while, but you will always have to go alone. As for arriving

At that time, I have no way to control what kind of path you choose, and I have no right to control it..."

Wei He said: "Even if this road leads to hell, there will be no recovery?"

Ci Wudao: "Even if this road leads to hell, there will be no recovery..."

The two were silent for a long time. Suddenly, Ci Wu said again: "Maybe it leads to heaven and ranks among the immortals..."

Wei He said: "Those who make a living by swords are destined not to become immortals or saints..."

Ci Wudao: "Those who are trapped by love are destined not to make a living with the sword..."

Wei He looked at Ci Wu with the usual respect in his eyes.

Wei He said: "I don't want to fight with you..."

Ci Wudao: "Take action, use the sword in your hand, use the moves I once taught you..."

Wei He said: "You will lose..."

Ci Wudao: "If I lose, kill me..."

Wei He didn't say anything, but he held his sword tighter.

Ci Wudao: "Let me see how much progress you have made in the past ten years. Have you failed to live up to my hard work and ruined my reputation..."

Wei He took a step back and nodded.

Elder Ciwu also took a step back.

His sword is ready.

Wei He's sword is also ready.

The bonfire burned brighter...

Suddenly, two white lights flashed by, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they saw only two figures and two white lights, intertwined with each other, lingering...

Same moves, same tricks.

However, their movements were so fast that everyone could hardly tell whether they were two people dueling or two swords dueling.

Although everyone could not see clearly, everyone could see that the speed and power of one of the white lights was much weaker than the other white light.

The weak white light, of course, belongs to Elder Ciwu.

Ci Wuji is too old. Whether physically or mentally, he is no longer as good as Wei He in his prime.

Although everyone is unwilling to admit it, everyone knows that it is only a matter of time that Mercy will fail sooner or later.

However, Wei He didn't seem to be in a hurry to win. Although he was fast and powerful, he always taught Ci Wu to block his sword at the last moment.

Ci Wu and Wei He, one move for you and another for me, no rush, no hurry, no rush, everything seems so orderly.

Wei He smiled and said: "Your sword is more than dexterous, but not strong enough..."

Ci Wu smiled and said: "Your sword is strong but not agile. If you want to rely on strength to win, it is absolutely impossible..."

Wei He said: "If you want to rely on skills to win, it will be impossible without enough strength..."

Neither of them spoke anymore, only the swords in their hands were engaged in a silent exchange of words.

After a long time, Ci Wu suddenly smiled and said: "You are no longer that brat who behaves and cries whenever you lose to me..."

Wei He said: "You are no longer that bad old man who buys me sweets to make me happy as soon as you win..."

Ci Wu smiled and said: "If you lose, I will buy you candy to prevent you from crying..."

The two people were talking, and suddenly stopped the swords in their hands at the same time, looked at each other, and then laughed and laughed...
Chapter completed!