Bai Ye hurried all the way, bypassing the many sentry posts he knew, avoiding several figures coming from the front, and running towards the central area of the Haoshan Sword Academy.

It was the Deacon Hall, the Martial Arts Pavilion, the Sword Table, and the Grandmaster Hall of the Sword Academy, and the few people he was going to find, one of them must be staying in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and the other person might be in the Deacon Hall or the Grandmaster Hall at this time.

Without knowing the specific location of the latter, he had no intention of scratching his tongue, anyway, after killing the person who stayed in the Martial Arts Pavilion, the other person would definitely arrive after hearing the news, and then he would have to fight with him.

Having made up his mind, he kept walking through the pavilions, flowers and trees of the Sword Courtyard, and even closed his eyes to remember their directions, which was tantamount to a simple side dish before the start of the main meal for him who had lived here for more than ten years.

What is really in front of him is how to ensure that he will not be crushed by the two big dishes in the back, but can eat and wipe them clean, turn their deaths into dry bones under the seat after the master comes to power, and complete the revenge for the master and himself.

Without these two people behind the scenes, he originally planned to buy a small courtyard in Ceylon City and return to the days of practicing swords alone, and his master could also go to Ceylon City to meet him after the turmoil of the military camp martial arts test subsided, maybe at that time he would invite the master to live there for a while, and the two of them would leave their troubles about the major affairs of the sect and live an ordinary life.

Even if Lin Zhimeng planned to retaliate against him at that time, he was confident that with the help of the Dream Sword System, neither he nor his master would fall into such a passive and helpless situation as today.

Suddenly, the hatred for these two people in his heart surged up again, and in just a moment, Bai Ye's momentum climbed up, and when the figure jumped, there were countless explosions.

He turned his sword into a straight line, swept under the eaves and the treetops, and the majestic air flow crashed as if it was a thousand thunderbolts, and in the eyes of the people left behind, it was like a flying sword with a cold light pulling out a long afterimage in the air, and then crashed into the sword courtyard - the martial arts pavilion.

"Here it is...... The second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion?"

Ignoring the noise made by the disciples of the Sword Academy who were in charge of guarding below, Bai Ye patted the dust all over his body after breaking in alone, and recognized that his location was the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion, and the person he wanted to kill would stay on the fourth floor where the important classics of the Sword Academy were kept on weekdays...... However, the movement of his intrusion just now is so big, maybe the other party will come down soon to inspect the situation.

As soon as his thoughts turned, there was a very fast sound of footsteps upstairs, and of course, the sound of a disciple climbing the stairs downstairs came up.

Bai Ye smiled silently, and only then did he put on the prepared black mask, in order to cooperate with Lin Zhimeng's plan, this attack must not show his true face.

When he pulled out the blue water sword and watched the feet of a person appear on the steps leading to the third floor, he was already holding the sword and pointing to the ground, waiting for the best moment to draw the sword.

The man probably sensed something, and hesitated slightly, but he heard the sound of the disciples below coming up, and finally continued to go down.

At the end of the steps, he saw a young man with a black cloth standing in the huge space on the second floor, holding a sharp sword that reflected a dazzling light in the candlelight, indescribably cold, and his eyes were like the cold wind of winter, piercing his cold hairs on end.

"Who sent you?!"

Although he knew that the person who came was not good, the old man in blue who came down from the third floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion didn't seem to take Bai Ye in his eyes, and still asked coldly.

With the certainty that he could solve the white night at any time, he hoped to get a little bit of information about the behind-the-scenes instructions from the other party's mouth.

Although Bai Ye's appearance is still invisible, from Bai Ye's bare forehead, eyes, and skin, it can be judged that the person who came is still young, although with Bai Ye's posture of holding a sword and standing in that silent and dignified momentum, it can be seen that the other party's strength in kendo is good, but it will never be his opponent of a martial artist who has been condensed.

Bai Ye didn't answer, he looked at the old man in front of him, this figure was as straight as a javelin, wearing a blue-blue hanging robe, majestic as a mountain, full of white hair tied in a bun in red on the top of his head, and the old man with his own grandmaster bearing, was the first person to be killed tonight - Martial Arts Pavilion Yue Songming.

It was he who sent Senior Brother Yang and them to Ceylon City to ask him for swordsmanship, and it was he who contracted Vice President Mei Lin to hand over his master to the Zhao family as a scapegoat, maybe without him, things would not have developed to this point.

Such disloyal, unkind, and unrighteous people, who are called the elders of the Sword Academy in vain, have controlled the Martial Arts Pavilion for decades, and are highly respected, but they don't know when and where to wipe their conscience clean, and do such stupid things that make their relatives and enemies happy?

I saw a trace of killing intent emanating from Bai Ye's body, and the qi in his whole body turned faster and faster, as if he was about to make a move in the next moment.

"It seems that you can't say it," Yue Songming touched his chin, his face was high, and he looked at Bai Ye as if he was looking at ants, "You can sneak in here, is it the idea of stealing the secret of my Haoshan Sword Academy?" and I saw the fire in Haohuafang under the mountain from upstairs, which was also set by you? Hmm, maybe there are also your companions......"

He gently pulled out a soft sword wrapped around his waist, only to hear the sound of "swish", the soft sword was already upright under the blessing of Gang Qi, and he could even see the glow of Gang Qi shining on it.

"When will my Haoshan Sword Academy allow you juniors to come and go at will?If I can make you achieve your goal so easily, then I will also be in vain as a town elder. ”

A fine light flashed from Yue Songming's eyes, as if he wanted to see through the white night, and from the gaze of the strong man of Ning Gang, even a martial artist who had just entered the second grade would lose his mind in an instant.

At this time, Bai Ye was indeed as Yue Songming expected, holding his sword and not moving in place.

At this opportunity, Yue Songming's gaze when he looked at Bai Ye had completely cooled, and the soft sword in his hand had already lit up six points of starlight, and expanded, heading towards Bai Ye's head.

The magnificent star sword light directly engulfed Bai Ye's entire head, and in Yue Songming's sight, this sword had already killed Bai Ye.

However, at the same moment, Bai Ye's right hand holding the sword suddenly moved, and slashed towards Yue Songming's heart.

"How is that possible!"

Yue Songming's smug face changed slightly, his body had already flashed back slightly, and he avoided the tip of the blue water sword, and the blade of the sword like water cut through his robe, almost disemboweling his sword.

"Gangqi!"

Bai Ye, who was shrouded by Yue Songming's sword light, not only did his head survive from the sword light but still hung around his neck, and even the black cloth that covered his face was intact, but a thin layer of Gang Qi shield clearly appeared around, revealing Bai Ye's true strength.

"It's my turn!"

Deliberately let out a dull low voice, accompanied by a sword swing, before it got close, a sword gang had already swept over!

This seemingly ordinary sword, but it is a combination of gangqi, sword moves, and sword intent, which can produce all kinds of changes at any time due to Yue Songming's response, and contains the reason that Dugu Jiujian is to break through the attack, only to be firm and not urged, and only to be fast and not broken.

In Yue Songming's view, the sword that Bai Ye used seemed to be slow and fast, tearing through the air, and appeared in front of his throat in an instant.

"This sword...... You must not escape, or you will surely die!"

Yue Songming was clearly aware of this, the sword in his hand first rose and tried to hold it, when the sword in the white night quickly turned down the low stab, he could only use the sword against the sword, but he failed to block it as he wished, he was forced to fall into the extremely fast rhythm of the sword in the white night, the sleeve of the right hand holding the sword had been crushed into pieces, although the sword was exhausted, not only could not get out of the predicament, but also felt that the shadow of death had surrounded him, once he made a mistake, it was the result of falling on the spot in an instant.

"Who the hell is he?! No one in Ceylon has ever used such a sword technique!"

In the case that each other's cultivation is condensed, the difference in swordsmanship is enough to widen the gap between the strength of the two, although Bai Ye is not like Yue Songming who has learned the swordsmanship of the Sword Academy, but the chivalrous swordsmanship and Dugu Nine Swords are enough to stand in the invincible realm, and even faintly overwhelm Yue Songming.

And the victory or defeat between swordsmen is often only a little higher than that of the other party.

The brilliant sword light and the roar of the qi resounded on the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion, and the sword momentum of the white night was advancing without retreating! The moves were all attacks, Yue Songming wanted to force him away several times, but he returned in vain under the second style of the Dugu Nine Swords, "Breaking Sword Style".

Until there was a clear sound of "ding!", the exchange of swords and swords suddenly stopped, and the two swordsmen who were strong enough to dominate Ceylon separated and froze at both ends at the same time.

After half a sound, Bai Ye coughed, put his sword into the sheath, and turned around to drill the big hole that he had knocked open, and his figure immediately disappeared outside the hole.

And then, the disciples who heard the end of Elder Yue's fight with the enemy on the first floor slowly went upstairs step by step, and they had already believed that it was Elder Yue who had killed the attacker, but they saw that only Elder Yue was standing there alone on the second floor, and there was no corpse of the enemy.

A person slowly approached the old man in a strange atmosphere, shouted his name several times, and finally reached out and gently pushed it.

Yue Songming's body suddenly burst out of countless silver lights, and under this push, his whole body continued to disintegrate, his flesh and blood were like foam, and his head was like a ball, becoming shorter inch by inch at a speed that was visible to everyone's naked eyes, like mud and slurry, and only a human head was left on it in the flesh and blood, and the other body parts became part of this human flesh cake.