No one knows exactly how old the "white-clad scholar" Bai Zhongyun is, but according to friends around Bai Zhongyun, the stubborn master has not changed much for more than 20 years, and he has always looked like he was in his early thirties.

It can be said that he has the ability to keep his face alive.

Half a month ago, Ye Qingxuan had just met him in Yueyang Mansion. Unexpectedly, half a month later, this gentleman would come to Xiazhou Mansion with his butt.

However, this gentleman did not go to the main city of Xiazhou Prefecture, but stayed in a small county town below.

I think it must have been ordered by Shuai Jijue to win over or welcome a certain gangster master.

It is easy for Ye Qingxuan to kill him, but Yan Shisan cannot...

The peerless master who fell from the sky would be too suspicious.

Therefore, this assassination must be fully prepared and then performed to perfection. It is best to even deceive yourself, so that no one can see the flaws.

The exact time, the exact location.

The detailed information had been provided by the investor, and Ye Qingxuan was ambushed on the way to Bai Zhongyun's return to Wuling Mansion.

It's late at night, dawn is about to come.

There is still a thin morning mist in the dense forest. Although the morning mist is thin, the coldness is even worse.

At this time, the star chips were filled with the sky, and the moon was still in the sky, but it had already landed far to the west.

The moonlight is desolate and the stars are dim.

There is a mountain on the left, a forest on the right, and an official road in the middle.

A galloping horse suddenly drove up on the empty official road, and one man ran towards him on the stars and moon.

People are here!

Ye Qingxuan, who was standing on the branch next to the road, had his eyes lit up. In the fog, he saw a man and a horse quickly breaking through the rolling mist, like a ball of rolling smoke. Bai Zhongyun was wearing a fur robe and crawling on the horse's back. He looked back from time to time, looking nervous.

The horse's hooves swayed a series of dewdrops on the ground, but Ye Qingxuan's heart was full of solemn and lonely, and he stood directly on the official road.

I don't know what made Bai Zhongyun afraid of it so much. He ran away in the desert and did not see Ye Qingxuan in the middle of the road. Instead, the running horse first discovered Ye Qingxuan in the fog.

Herodlu said a long neigh, and the already timid horse raised its hooves and almost lifted Bai Zhongyun, who was dedicated to taking care of her, and flew out.

After finally controlling the horse, Bai Zhongyun was sweating profusely, staring at Ye Qingxuan in the middle, and shouted anxiously: "Bastard, I am the handsome saint. If you dare to attack me, the handsome saint will definitely not let you go!"

Ye Qingxuan was very surprised and said lightly: "What a handsome saint, an ugly god... I don't know him."

"You are not... a person?" Bai Zhongyun was stunned at first, and then said furiously: "Bastard, do you know who I am? You don't ask in advance if you block the road and rob, which mountain you are from?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed and said quietly: "I am not a bandit either."

"Then are you?" Bai Zhongyun's face was covered with dark clouds.

Ye Qingxuan slowly pulled out the black sword around his waist and said coldly: "I am a seller of the head. Someone has bid for your head, and I'm waiting here to pick up the goods!"

"Ah! You..."

Bai Zhongyun suddenly changed his color and finally realized that besides the person chasing behind him, there were other people who wanted their own lives.

Ye Qingxuan took a light step forward, but his powerful aura had firmly locked in Bai Zhongyun.

Bai Zhongyun felt despair that a mouse was blocked into the corner by a cat, and he didn't even dare to have the slightest idea of ​​escaping, because he felt keenly that as long as he dared to fly, the black sword in the hand of this black-faced god would definitely pass by his body and penetrate him on the spot.

So, when Ye Qingxuan moved, he also moved. Since he couldn't escape, he could only fight to the death!

In an instant, Bai Zhongyun soared into the air on the horse's back. At the same time, there were thirteen sharp winds, which were the thirteen fan bones of the iron fan in his hand. At this time, he shot towards Ye Qingxuan like a hidden weapon.

At the same time, the soft sword on his waist, which was rarely taken out, also unsheathed with a clang, cutting Ye Qingxuan's throat.

This is all his life-saving tricks, and it is also his most powerful killing skills. In the past, he has always been invincible. No matter how powerful a master is, facing Ji Kuo's fan bone that is no less than the speed of the Tang Sect's "Rain Pear Blossom Needle", even if the opposite is Tianjue's master, he has to deal with it in a hurry. His casual sword is the fast sword technique he has practiced for decades, and in just a blink of an eye, he can cut off his throat.

A sword as fast as a slight slam came out, and a cold light suddenly rose!

However, Bai Zhongyun's smug smile froze on his face, because in an instant, he realized that this ray of cold light did not come from the soft sword in his hand. The light on the soft sword was just the light of fireflies. Instead, the opponent's dark sword as dark as ink, an unparalleled cold light shone out.

This reality made him feel furious and he had the idea of ​​retreating in an instant and quickly implemented it.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast he reacted, he would have retreated one step late.

When Ye Qingxuan took a step forward, the opponent took the lead, but his sword was pulled out without hesitation...

Once the sword is unsheathed, the heaven and earth will be free.

Whether it was the fan bone that was shot from the split or the subsequent throat-cutting sword of Bai Zhongyun, he was so pale and powerless in front of his sword technique...

I'm not an opponent, I'll die!

Bai Zhongyun realized this result in an instant, and at the same time, he also discovered that his momentum of rushing forward suddenly stopped, and then a cold wind in his throat got used to coming in, causing his chest and lungs to feel uncomfortable. The blood that surged out instantly poured back, blocking the trachea, causing him to suffocate instantly...

After coughing twice in a row and breathing with blood foam, Bai Zhongyun felt much better, but the broken arteries caused serious shortage of blood to provide to the brain and lost half of his physical strength.

Unnaturally, his body walked forward two more steps, and reached the opponent's side, and it was no longer difficult to support his body. Bai Zhongyun had no choice but to stretch out his hand and put his shoulders on the opponent's shoulder. The remaining little strength made him not lying on the ground immediately, but asked in the other party's ears in disbelief: "Who are you? What kind of sword technique is this?"

"Yan Shisan." Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "I use the [Deathly Thirteen Swords]!"

Bai Zhongyun chuckled and said, "Yan Shisan's [Thirteen Swords of Death]? It's so easy to remember... It's a pity, it's a pity..."

The last trace of strength and temperature on Bai Zhongyun was about to slip away, his body slowly fell down, but his eyes were filled with endless regret.

Ye Qingxuan looked at Bai Zhongyun with some sadness and asked, "For your value, I can do something for you without charging money..."

A trace of incredible light suddenly appeared in Bai Zhongyun's eyes, and his hands, which had lost their strength, snatched Ye Qingxuan tightly, and tried his best to roar: "Okay! Help me kill them...they, they killed me...my only...is only seven years old..."

"Who are they?" Ye Qingxuan frowned and asked repeatedly, but Bai Zhongyun's eyes had dissipated, his body had become stiff, and he slowly fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!