Bai Jile walked out of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower, but did not head towards the Netherworld.
He walked towards the north, the northernmost part of the entire Shanglin Palace.
That is Tianshui Tower, the fourth tower hidden in the deepest part of Shanglin Palace, a building that belongs exclusively to the Grand Palace Master.
"I believe you can give me a surprise." Bai Jile murmured to himself.
Bai He stood beside the bed, looking at Bai Jile who was heading north alone, and sighed softly: "It seems that it is time to leave."
Behind him stood dozens of Fusheng Zuimenglou disciples, all dressed in white, with jade swords on their waists. They were the real elite disciples of Fusheng Zuimenglou. They were waiting for Baihe to give the order.
"Burn it." Bai He leaped down from the Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower.
"Disciple obeys your command." After hearing this, the remaining disciples lit torches and threw them to various corners of the building.
Ji Luo and the others who were rushing to the Nether Prison paused a little when they saw the fire. Xie Yuling asked in confusion, "Is there a fire?"
"Is it from the direction of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower? Could it be done by your people?" Ji Luo asked.
"Maybe..." Just as Xie Yuling finished speaking, a loud "bang" was heard from the northernmost side.
"That's it!" Ji Luo was shocked.
"It's Tianshui Tower, where Palace Master Ning is in seclusion." Another disciple said in a deep voice.
Bai Jile also heard the loud noise, and his pace became faster.
In Tianshui Tower, Su Baiyi was running around with the Liangren Sword and Junyu Sword on his back and Nangong Xier in his arms. He said helplessly, "Is this a human? This is a monster!"
Everything visible in the building had been smashed to pieces by Ning Qingcheng's sword energy. Su Baiyi had nowhere to retreat and wanted to jump out of the window, but was forced back by another stream of sword energy.
"Draw the sword." Ning Qingcheng said in a deep voice.
“Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword. Okay, then draw the sword… Which sword should I draw?” Su Baiyi closed his eyes.
Suddenly, the figure with white hair and white clothes appeared in front of him again.
The figure leaped into the abyss, and finally used a long sword to reverse the strong wind and let himself rise with the wind.
And that sword, with one swing, cut through the haze that had accumulated for a hundred years, allowing the sunlight to shine in again.
Su Baiyi had only flipped through the book and had never seriously studied the sword techniques in the book, but at this moment, Su Baiyi felt as if he had learned it.
Once you learn it, you can use it.
Su Baiyi opened his eyes and swung out with a sword.
The twelve windows of Tianshui Tower opened at the same time, and the wind and snow poured in. Su Baiyi's Junyu sword was instantly covered with frost.
Considering the severity of this first snowfall, it shouldn't have been this frosty.
The frost is just because of the sword energy.
The sword energy was extremely cold.
Like from Kunlun.
The sword stopped an inch in front of Ning Qingcheng.
Just when Su Baiyi's sword was about to work, the black sword energy flowing in Tianshui Tower all dissipated, and finally solidified in front of Ning Qingcheng's forehead, blocking the sword.
Ning Qingcheng looked at Jun Yujian in front of him calmly and said in a deep voice: "Who taught you this sword technique?"
"No one taught me, I learned it by myself from books." Su Baiyi gritted his teeth. He felt the chill on Jun Yu's sword getting stronger and stronger, and this chill even invaded his own body.
"Why did your body suddenly become so cold?" Nangong Xier whispered.
"Senior Sister, I don't know either. There's something wrong with the book, or there's something wrong with the sword technique." Su Baiyi replied.
"Don't worry." Nangong Xier put her hands on Su Baiyi's back and injected the rest of her internal strength into Su Baiyi's body. Su Baiyi immediately felt a warmth flowing through his body, and his body, which had been somewhat frozen, finally regained consciousness.
It was like the sunlight suddenly shining down from the Kunlun Mountains, which had been frozen for thousands of years.
The sword intent on Jun Yu Sword seemed to be even stronger, and it moved an inch closer to Ning Qingcheng's eyebrows.
Ning Qingcheng's eyes were filled with surprise: "The sword that Nan Erjun struck at me back then is exactly the same as the sword you struck today."
Su Baiyi was stunned. This was the sword technique scroll of the Immortal Book. It had been hidden in Jimo Sword City for so many years. Why did Nan Yulou know this sword technique? Did his second sister-in-law show him this sword technique? But he didn't have the inner strength foundation of the Immortal Book. How could he learn this sword technique
"Wu Chen." Ning Qingcheng raised his hand lightly, and the long sword in his hand flew into the air and hovered above Su Baiyi's head. As long as he waved his hand lightly, the long sword would fall and directly penetrate Nangong Xier and Su Baiyi's bodies. Su Baiyi wanted to retract the sword and retreat, but found that he could not do it, so he could only shout angrily and desperately stab the long sword forward.
"Forget it." Ning Qingcheng sighed lightly, waved his long sleeves, and the Wuchen Sword flew out directly through the door. Then he took a step forward, and his eyebrows collided with the Jun Yu Sword.
With a "bang", Su Baiyi, holding the sword, flew backwards along with Nangong Xier and fell heavily to the ground.
A mile away from Tianshui Tower, Bai Jile jumped up and grabbed the Wuchen Sword that was flying outwards.
Ning Qingcheng sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.
"Come with me to a place. Your swordsmanship is so amazing. You should join me in conquering the martial arts world."
"If I stay here, can't I go crazy in the martial arts world?"
"No. This place is too small, and your sword is too big."
"How big?"
"It's bigger than all the swords in Wanjian Villa combined."
"Forget it. I'm used to being alone and I'm not used to following other people's orders."
"I am the Grand Palace Master, and you are the Grand Protector. It doesn't matter if I give you orders or not. If you beat me one day, I will give you my position."
That was their first meeting. Su Han, with a sword on his waist, invited him to Shanglin Palace.
Later, he finally became the master of Shanglin Palace, but it was not Su Han who gave it to him, but he took it himself.
"If I hadn't done that thing back then, would things be different now?" Ning Qingcheng whispered. If he hadn't made that choice, Su Han wouldn't have died, the martial arts world wouldn't be so chaotic, and he wouldn't have imprisoned himself in Shanglin Palace for more than ten years.
"There are no ifs in this world." Bai Jile walked in, holding the Wuchen Sword in his hand, "After all, that thing was done."
"You're here." Ning Qingcheng whispered.
"You are going to die." Bai Jile's tone was calm.
"At least before I die, I feel I made the right choice." Ning Qingcheng stopped talking after saying this. His body was instantly covered by ice and snow, and he finally stopped breathing.
The former number one in the world fell into obscurity after leaving behind these elusive words.
Bai Jile turned around, looked at Su Baiyi on the ground, and raised the Wuchen Sword in his hand: "It seems that you really gave me a surprise."