No one knows the exact age of Bai Zhongyun, the "beautiful man in white", but according to friends around Bai Zhongyun, the stubborn master's appearance has not changed much for more than 20 years, and he has always been a Appears to be in his early thirties.
It can be said to be good at keeping the face.
Half a month ago, Ye Qingxuan met him in Yueyang Mansion, but he didn't expect that half a month later, this dear friend would follow his ass to Xiazhou Mansion.
However, this man did not go to the main city of Xiazhou Prefecture, but stayed in a small county below.
Presumably, he was ordered by Shuai Jijue to win over or welcome a certain underworld master.
It was easy for Ye Qingxuan to kill him, but Yan Shisan couldn't...
A peerless master who descended from the sky would be too suspicious.
Therefore, this assassination must be fully prepared, and then performed to perfection, it is best to be able to deceive yourself, so that no one will see the flaws.
Exact time, exact place.
Detailed information had already been provided by the investor, and Ye Qingxuan was lying in ambush on Bai Zhongyun's way back to Wuling Mansion at this time.
Late at night, about to dawn.
There is still a thin morning fog in the dense forest. Although the morning fog is thin, the chill is even worse.
At this time, the sky is full of stardust, and there is still a moon in the sky, but it has fallen far to the west.
The moonlight is desolate and the stars are dim.
On the left is the mountain, on the right is the forest, and in the middle is the official road.
On the empty official road, a galloping horse suddenly came, and a man wearing a star and a moon, galloped towards this side.
People are coming!
Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up standing on a tree branch by the roadside. In the mist, he saw a man and a horse quickly breaking through the rolling mist, like a cloud of rolling smoke. Bai Zhongyun was wearing a fur robe, Crouching on the horseback, looking back from time to time, with a nervous expression on his face.
The horse's hoof dragged a series of dewdrops on the ground, but Ye Qingxuan stood directly on the official road with boundless chill and loneliness in his heart.
I don't know what made Bai Zhongyun so frightened. After running away, he didn't see Ye Qingxuan clearly in the middle of the road. On the contrary, it was the running horse that first spotted Ye Qingxuan in the mist.
Herod let out a long neigh, and the already timid horse jumped up, almost throwing Bai Zhongyun, who was focused on taking care of him behind him, into the air.
After finally controlling the horse, Bai Zhongyun was sweating profusely, staring blankly at Ye Qingxuan who was in the middle of the road, and shouted anxiously: "Bastard, I am the handsome man, if you dare to do something to me, the handsome man will definitely not!" Let you go!"
Ye Qingxuan was very surprised, and said lightly: "What handsome saint, ugly god... I don't know."
"Aren't you from...?" Bai Zhongyun was taken aback for a moment, and then he said angrily, "You bastard, do you know who I am? You don't even inquire about roadblocking and robbery, which mountain are you from?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed, and said quietly: "I'm not a bandit either."
"Then you are?" Bai Zhongyun's face was covered with dark clouds.
Ye Qingxuan slowly pulled out the black sword at his waist, and said coldly: "I'm selling your head. There is someone offering to buy your head, and I'm waiting here to pick it up!"
"Ah You… "
Bai Zhongyun's countenance changed immediately, and he finally realized that besides the person chasing after him, there were other people who wanted his life.
Ye Qingxuan took a step forward lightly, but his powerful momentum was firmly locked on Bai Zhongyun.
Bai Zhongyun felt hopeless like a mouse being cornered by a cat, and he didn't even have the slightest thought of running away, because he had a keen sense that as long as he dared to fly away, the black sword in this black-faced god's hand would be destroyed. , will definitely be faster than his own body skills, piercing himself on the spot.
Therefore, when Ye Qingxuan moved, he also moved. Since he couldn't escape, he had no choice but to go all out!
In an instant, Bai Zhongyun soared into the air on horseback, and at the same time, there were thirteen sharp winds, which were the thirteen bones of the iron fan in his hand, and they shot towards Ye Qingxuan like a hidden weapon.
At the same moment, Bai Zhongyun's soft sword around his waist, which was rarely taken out, also came out of its sheath with a clang, and came straight to cut Ye Qingxuan's throat.
This is all his life-saving tricks, and it is also his most powerful killing technique. In the past, he has always been invincible. Opposite him is a master of heaven, and he has to deal with it in a hurry, but the sword he has practiced hard for decades is the fast sword technique, which can sever a person's throat in the blink of an eye.
As soon as the sword was struck out as fast as a centimeter, a cold light suddenly appeared!
However, Bai Zhongyun's proud 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. Only then did Rumo's sword emit an incomparably cold light.
This reality made him tremble with fear, and he suddenly had the idea of retreating, and quickly implemented it.
It's a pity that no matter how timely his reaction was, no matter how quickly his body retreated, he was still one step too late.
When Ye Qingxuan took a step forward, the other party shot first, but he still pulled out his sword without hesitation...
As soon as the sword is out of its sheath, the world will change.
Whether it's the fan bone that came from a separate shot, or Bai Zhongyun's subsequent throat-cutting sword, they are all so pale and powerless in front of his swordsmanship...
I am not an opponent, I will die!
Bai Zhongyun realized this result in an instant. At the same time, he also discovered that his forward momentum suddenly stopped, and then a gust of cold wind came in from his throat, which made his chest and lungs feel uncomfortable. The blood poured back in an instant, blocking the trachea, causing him to suffocate instantly...
Coughing twice in a row, spewing bloody breath, Bai Zhongyun felt much better, but the broken artery made the blood supply to the brain seriously insufficient, and he lost most of his physical strength.
Unnaturally, his body took two steps forward, and when he reached the opponent's side, he could no longer support his body. Bai Zhongyun helplessly stretched out his hand and put it on the opponent's shoulder. The little strength left prevented him from lying on the ground immediately. , but in the ear of the other party, he asked in disbelief: "Who are you? What kind of sword technique is this?"
"Yan Shisan." Ye Qingxuan said calmly: "I use [Thirteen Swords of Death]!"
Bai Zhongyun chuckled, and said: "Yan Shisan's [Thirteen Swords of Death]? It's easy to remember... Unfortunately, unfortunately..."
The last sliver of strength and warmth from Bai Zhongyun's body was about to slip away, his body was slowly limp, but there was endless regret in his eyes.
Ye Qingxuan looked at Bai Zhongyun with some sadness, and asked: "For the sake of your value, I can do one thing for you without charging..."
There was an unbelievable gleam in Bai Zhongyun's originally absent-minded eyes, his hands that had lost strength suddenly grabbed Ye Qingxuan tightly, and with the last bit of strength, he roared: "Okay! Help me kill them...they, They killed my... my only... seven year old..."
"Who are they?" Ye Qingxuan frowned and asked repeatedly, but Bai Zhongyun's eyes were already loose, his body was already stiff, and he slowly fell to the ground.
Do not rest in peace.