Just when Zhuo Bufan was stunned, I saw that the tall white-robed man suddenly said slowly to Zhuo Bufan in a deep voice:

Zhuo Bufan, you will never dare to attack me?

The voice was full of composure and majesty, like a strict teacher or elder.

Judging by the voice, the tall white-robed man who spoke was a man.

Zhuo Bufan was stunned again, that's right, this person, this voice, he definitely knew it, but he couldn't remember who this person was for a while.

So, after hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned and lost my voice: What?

Although the slightly shorter white-robed man wrapped his face in a hood, when he spoke, he could clearly feel that he was sneering, and said:

Zhuo Bufan, I think you'd better let these people obediently put away their weapons, otherwise, as you said yourself, their lives will be lost.

The voice of the slightly shorter white-robed man who spoke had a sharp voice unique to women, and it should have been a woman.

The words of this white-robed woman seemed to arouse the anger of those family members who had been eager to try it for a long time, and after hearing this, she roared angrily: Ha, what an arrogant guy.

As he spoke, he took a step closer to them, a big step.

And the weapon in his hand is about to be shot.

The white-robed woman sneered again, and the wide cloak wrapped around her body was puffed up by the wind coming out of the foot of the mountain or the murderous aura that deliberately overflowed, and said:

I will tell you one last time, although you may not stop this last time, but I also want to remind you again, it is better to put away your weapons, otherwise your lives will not be safe.

As if he had expected something, Zhuo Bufan suddenly shouted at the family members who were slowly approaching: Danger, get out of the way.

However, it was too late.

They've already started to attack.

I saw that the man who stood at the front and looked the most impulsive suddenly shook the spear in his hand, grabbed a spear flower in his hand, and stabbed towards the white-robed woman with the momentum of the dragon out of the water and the poisonous snake out of the hole.

The others followed.

Knife slashing.

Sword split.

Gunslingers.

All kinds of weapons with the cold and hazy light of the moonlight flickered and glided in the unique quiet night of Fujia Mountain Villa, like falling meteors flying in the sky of the West Mountain.

However, in the end, their weapons did not hit the two white-robed men, and they did not even touch their clothes.

As if they had struck a wide, hard, but invisible wall, they flew back to their respective owners.

When the last weapon returned, the last man standing also collapsed, rolling down the long bluestone steps at his feet, step by step.

People died, weapons destroyed.

It is a unique stunt of Ogi Kagami, and it returns to the light.

The white-robed woman's cloak like a white bird with wings spread also slowly fell, like a waterfall falling from a cliff into a deep pool to return to tranquility, looking at the family who fell to the ground and died, and snorted coldly:

I warned you long ago that this is the end of disobedience.

Speaking of this, she showed a pair of eyes as cold as cold stars from behind the hood, and slowly transferred from those dead corpses to Zhuo Bufan, as if smiling, and said:

Are you trying to stop us?

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

However, the white-robed man next to him, who had not moved from beginning to end, suddenly stretched out his hand to block the white-robed woman who was about to break through, and said in a deep voice: Wait a minute.

The white-robed woman looked at him, as if she was puzzled.

The white-robed man said: Wutong, don't worry, Zhuo Bufan will never dare to make a move on me, because I believe that he has not completely forgotten his identity.

At this time, I don't know whether the wind blowing from the foot of the mountain or from the depths of the dense forest happened to blow into the white-robed man's robe, revealing a pair of hands that were originally hidden under the wide white robe.

It was a pair of spotless hands.

It was a flawless pair of hands.

It is as beautiful as the misty words of the south of the Yangtze River, as beautiful as the poem of the wind and sand raised in the north of the country covering the sun, and as beautiful as the night rain hitting the golden lotus, and the bamboo dew drops are clear.

And in these hands that are almost perfect, he holds a knife, a short knife as shy as a cool breeze and as indifferent as a cloud.

This short knife is no different from the one held in Zhuo Bufan's hand.

Seeing these almost flawless hands, seeing this short knife like wind and leaves, Zhuo Bufan's cold sweat immediately came out from behind the roots of his hair, and he couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart.

Sure enough, it was that person.

Thinking like this in his heart, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he stumbled suddenly, almost falling, and couldn't help but say:

No...... You...... How could it be......

The wind gradually subsided, and the bulging robe slowly floated down and regained its calm, and the man who was familiar to Zhuo Bufan, who was wrapped in the wide white robe, suddenly snorted coldly:

Dare to be presumptuous in front of me, and kneel down for me.

Zhuo Bufan still couldn't believe his eyes, and he still couldn't believe that this person would come to Fujia Mountain Villa with murderous aura and appear in front of him.

Although before leaving, Feng Feifei and some other seniors in the rivers and lakes had also told him that this time, the Dijing Palace would definitely send the top masters in the palace to make trouble, or even slaughter, but Zhuo Bufan really couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the person sent by the Dijing Palace to Fujia Villa to cause trouble and slaughter.

He really didn't believe it.

This man was already close to God in his mind.

How could the God in his own mind do such a thing that violates the morality of the rivers and lakes?

He didn't believe it, he really didn't believe it.

But, the facts are right in front of you.

Thinking like this in his heart, his body couldn't help but take a step back, and he didn't know whether he was forced to retreat by the murderous aura of the white-robed man, or because he was too surprised.

He looked at the white-robed man and couldn't say a word, he was stunned, like a stone statue that had suddenly been weathered.

The white-robed man snorted coldly again, and said, "Don't kneel down yet?" Zhuo Bufan, in the past few years since you left, could it be that your wings have grown stiff and you don't even listen to my words?

Zhuo Bufan couldn't control his emotions anymore, and with a "poof", he knelt down in front of the white-robed man, and the expression on his face didn't know whether it was admiration or horror.

And at this time, there happened to be a group of white birds in the dense forest who were startled by something, and flew straight into the sky, disturbing the tranquility of the night, disturbing the tranquility of Fujia Villa, covering the sky and the sun, and covering the sun, moon and stars.

The feathers that fell off fell in large balls, falling on the body of the white-robed man, on the body of Zhuo Bufan, and on the corpses of the wealthy mountain villas all over the ground, like snow, like cherry blossoms.

The white-robed woman fluttered the feathers of the white bird that fell on the robe, followed behind the white-robed man, and walked in front of Zhuo Bufan, who was kneeling there tremblingly, completely ignoring Zhuo Bufan as nothing.