Zhu Yuxie is dead.


    Zhu Yuxie, the third princess of the Ming Empire and the sixth Taoist expert in the list, died on his way home.


    Murderer, white!


    The world shook.


    The news was like a hurricane, which stirred thousands of waves in an instant.


    For a time, Bai Qi''s name seemed a taboo and dared not be talked about.


    At first, some people talked about Bai Qi in public, but slowly, these voices disappeared. In the end, no one dared to talk about Bai Qi''s name again.


    Because when they looked back on Bai Qi''s achievements, great fear suddenly appeared in their hearts.


    Han ZhiBei, Zuo Qinghou, Ling xiner, Xia Houhu, Zhou Zhijie, Zhu Yuxie.


    So far, six people have been defeated by Bai Qi''s men on the list, and four of them have been killed by Bai Qi.


    These six people, one stronger than the other and one higher than the other, fell at the feet of Bai Qi and became his stepping stone.


    It is even rumored that yueqianlou, the fifth sword saint in the list, was cut off by Baiqi.


    Kill one man as an enemy and kill ten thousand men as heroes.


    Although Baiqi did not kill 10000 people, the people he killed were more important and difficult to kill than 10000 people.


    And now, he killed Zhu Yuxie.


    No one could have imagined that Bai Qi would be as bold as he was.


    This is not what a normal person can do at all. It is what a madman can do.


    Mad devil white!


    This is Yang Xuan''s new nickname.


    Everyone is waiting for the anger from Shen Yuguan and the Daming empire.


    Bai Qi is dead. No one can escape from Shengtian under the anger of the Ming Empire in Shen Yuguan.


    The city Lord''s residence, Yan Feixu gently picked the candlelight, but his eyelids couldn''t help beating slightly.


    The flickering candlelight reflected on Liu Weishuang''s disappointed face.


    After a while, Liu Weishuang suddenly said, "Lao Yan, I''m going back."


    The words were not empty. After a moment of silence, he said, "why?"


    Liu Weishuang sighed: "I don''t know why. I feel trapped in a vortex."


    His words were not empty. He didn''t speak. He picked a candle wick again.


    Liu Weishuang then said, "I have a feeling that if I don''t go again, I may not be able to go."


    Yan Feixu put down the long silver needle in his hand. After a long silence, he only said two words: "let''s go!"


    Liu Weishuang looked at him strangely and asked, "don''t you go?"


    Yan Feixu shook his head and said nothing.


    Liu Weishuang then said, "the plague in Tang city has been eliminated, but the disciples of Tianyi valley have died for it. I can understand your mood, but... Alas, I think we should try to make it slowly."


    Yan Feixu suddenly smiled and said to Liu Weishuang, "don''t worry about it. I have my own discretion. Don''t forget that there is a Tianyi valley behind me."


    Liu Weishuang nodded and said, "if you can understand this, I can rest assured. There is plenty of time, and there is no need to be in a hurry."


    After a pause, he sighed again: "who would have thought that Baiqi from Xianmen would pierce the sky?"


    Yan Feixu''s eyes also showed a strange color, and the mouth gently repeated: "Xianmen!"


    Liu Weishuang sighed again, and his face showed a decisive color.


    He suddenly got up and said, "Lao Yan, I''ll think about it. I''ll leave now and leave this vortex. I advise you to make plans early. Now you can''t do anything. You might as well leave it for the future."


    Yan Feixu took the medical book on the table in his hand and looked at the corner page before he said, "you go first. I will return to Tianyi Valley soon. For others, I am naturally measured."


    Liu Weishuang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn''t say it. He just said, "then I''ll go."


    Yan Feixu gave a sound and didn''t look up.


    Liu Weishuang sighed at last and turned away.


    The night was slightly cool, and a bright moon hung in the sky, sprinkling its brilliance on the ground.


    The night is deep.


    The words are not empty, but the medical book in his hand is still turned on the corner page by the slightly shaking candle light.


    "You have read this page for a long time."


    Yang Xuan appeared in the room and said softly.


    Yan Feixu put down his medical book and frowned: "Why are you here?"


    Yang Xuan smiled: "aren''t you waiting for me?"


    He paused and suddenly sighed, "you shouldn''t have killed Zhu Yuxie."


    "Oh? Why?" Yang Xuan asked.


    Yang Xuan asked, but he didn''t answer. Instead, he staggered the topic and said, "I''m going to go back to Tianyi valley."


    Yang Xuan nodded and said, "I certainly can''t send you."


    "Don''t send it!" Yan Feixu shook his head and asked, "what''s the matter with you tonight?"


    "Ask a question you''ve asked before." Yang Xuan said softly.


    "What?"


    "Did Yue qianlou kill Xiaohua?" Yang Xuan stared at Yan Feixu''s eyes.


    Yan Feixu frowned and said, "I just said that in line with what you described, there was only one person in yueqianlou that day. As for the others, I don''t know."


    Yang Xuan was silent. After a long time, he suddenly said, "have a nice trip!"


    The voice of the word wind was still hovering in the room, but Yang Xuan was already invisible, leaving only the words that were still looking at the medical book, and slowly turned over the corner page.


    When Yang Xuan left Tang City, he found an acquaintance - Mu Zizhan.


    Mu Zizhan is dying.


    Behind him, Zhou Zhijie pursued another man.


    Without making redundant thinking, Yang Xuan stopped the three.


    "I''ll protect this man." he looked at Zhou Zhijie and said faintly.


    Zhou Zhijie''s face was very ugly. He was green. After a long time, he said slowly: "white, this man killed many of us..."


    Yang Xuan very impolitely interrupted him: "I also killed many of you. I don''t mind adding two more."


    Zhou Zhijie''s face turned angry. He just opened his mouth to say something, but Zhou Zhijie stopped him.


    "Let''s go!"


    Zhou Zhijie, with a gloomy face, pulled some reluctant people around him, turned and left.


    After Zhou Zhijie and the two left, Mu Zizhan coughed blood and sighed, "when can I have your power? I don''t mind adding two more. What a bull."


    Yang Xuan looked at him, frowned and said, "I''m afraid you don''t have this chance."


    Mu Zizhan smiled and said, "no one told you. Are you too straightforward?"


    Yang Xuan ignored him, grabbed him and disappeared in place.


    When he appeared, he had taken Mu Zizhan back to the cave he had hidden before.


    After putting Mu Zizhan gently on the ground, Yang Xuan frowned and said, "if you have any last words, say it."


    Mu Zizhan can''t live.


    Yang Xuan''s mind has swept back and forth in his body for several times. Even the wooden aura has long been transported into Mu Zizhan''s body, but it still can''t stop the aging of his organs.


    In contrast, Mu Zizhan''s injury was not a thing at all. He had been recovered by Yang Xuan long ago.


    What is really fatal is that the life course of each organ of his body has come to an end.


    Or, in other words, Mu Zizhan will die.