Bai Xun hadn't seen Liu Xun for a long time.

Half a year ago, Bai Jiuchu entered the cultivation realm, broke through the first realm, and attracted the heavenly opportunity. That night, the fairy sword riot placed on the top floor of the Qingfeng Yuan Library Building turned into a sword intent that enveloped the entire Yong'an, and was finally suppressed by the Twin Saints. It was from that night that Liu Xun's temperament changed.

There are many students in Qingfeng Temple who have seen Liu Xun, and they have the impression that the senior brother is a scholar who does not like to talk but is very kind. He always likes to shuttle through the various floors of the library, and when he communicates with people, it is like a real breeze blowing on his face.

The attentive students found that Liu Xun had not appeared on the lower floors of the library since that night, and it was rumored that he was reading some books from the upper floors, and then the news came that he was in retreat.

What is incomprehensible is that Emperor Yu took away the fairy sword and put it in the palace, and invited the people in the Qingyun List to come to understand, many people went, except for those who could not appear, Liu Xun did not go.

He's in retreat.

Bai Jiu naturally knew the news, he was not very familiar with Liu Xun, but from what he heard, Liu Xun should not be like this.

Sunshine, gentle, like a spring breeze. But now? Sickly, tired, dark clouds obscuring the face. Bai Jiu didn't know the reason for this, but he could see that this must be a big deal, big enough to change the temperament of a strong person in the first half of the Qingyun List.

Maybe in this world, except for Liu Xun, there is no second person who knows.

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The cold willows on the shore swayed gently, just like the scattered hair of Liu Xun at the moment.

He was tired, because he hadn't slept for many days, and his face was sad and worried.

In early spring, the new shoots on the willow branches are immature, showing the verdant face.

Under the verdant branches and leaves, it is not abnormally white, and the two are blue and white when they are contrasted. To be innocent, what about doing things? Just like what the white-faced man is doing at this time.

Silence can't solve the problem in the end, Liu Xun looked at the white-faced man, a trace of sympathy flashed in his eyes, and asked, "Why bother?" ”

The phrase is a sigh and a pity. Bai Jiu didn't understand, so he felt very strange, his face changed, one of the two executors of the Criminal Department, he had the most cruel temperament, and his hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people, does such a person need sympathy?

The entire Dayu knew that there were two executors in the Criminal Department, who were strong, cruel, and loyal. People only know what they do, but few know about their past.

The past is unbearable, and it is precisely the past of the white-faced man that is the most regrettable.

"The former Bai Gongzi of Luoxue Building, the person who is most qualified to take over Luoxue Building after a hundred years, has now ended up like this."

Hearing this, Bai Jiu felt a little familiar, Luoxue Building? Bai Gongzi? Could it be him!

Bai Jiu's expression suddenly became shocked, because Liu Xun's words reminded him of something.

Decades ago, there was a Bai Gongzi in Luoxuelou, a killer organization far away in the north, who practiced at the age of ten, entered the spirit at the age of fifteen, and then became a god at the age of eighteen, and was already pure when he was in his twenties, and was an unborn cultivation genius. Qingyun is on the list, and the name at that time was even the girl Qiao in Luoxue Building now, who was not as good as it. When he was called the heir of Luoxue Building a hundred years later, the first half of his life was over. Then he disappeared, and decades later, he became the white-faced man standing here.

There must be a lot of stories in this, but no one knows about it, and the rumors have reached the point where only a few people know what happened after he disappeared, such as Liu Xun.

Those who don't know will find it hateful, and those who know will find it pathetic.

Just like Liu Xun's mood at this time.

"It's a killing." Liu Xun said. "You knew we were going to do it, but you came anyway. You know it's a game, but you're here anyway. You know that Cao Mi's purpose is to exchange your life for your life, but you still came. You know you might die ....... ”

The white-faced man's expression did not change in any way, he opened his mouth and said a word, but there was no sound.

It was at this time that Bai Jiu understood the reason why the white-faced man did not speak, his tongue was very short, it could also be said that it was only half, half of his tongue was speechless, and he didn't know when he bit off his tongue himself. It may be that he wanted to die, but it didn't work out.

Liu Xun saw the shape of his mouth and understood what he wanted to say, and his expression became even more sad.

"Cao Mi still doesn't believe you, your initial choice was wrong." Liu Xun said, and then he held out a hand.

"Master has said that it is easy for people who have done wrong things to lose their way again, and all they need is guidance. Come back with me, you can live in Seifu-in Temple, and you can disappear into this world again. ”

The white-faced man didn't move, he looked ahead with the same expression, looked at Liu Xun, wanted to see something in his eyes, and then he opened his mouth.

"Beat me!"

Liu Xun understood.

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No matter what kind of person you are, you have your own pride, and this pride deserves anyone's respect.

Liu Xun stopped talking, but pointed his sword forward, and the long sword trembled and hummed. A sword is formed, that is an autumn water, the water surface reflects the glow of the setting sun, gently swinging ashore.

The white-faced man did the same, he stretched out his hand behind him, and the surface of the water rippled, and then a column of water slowly rose, broke away, slowly condensed, and turned into a sword.

Liu Xun slashed forward with his hand and sword, and a dazzling light was generated, turning into a sword. The blade of the sword sliced through the air, leaving a straight line, absolutely parallel to the ground, not the slightest bit. Before the sword came out, the long sword slashed out again, this time in the direction of the down, turning into a vertical sword, not all swords can cut such a straight line.

When the two touch, it's a cross.

A few zhang in front of me, two cross-crossed rays appeared, straight and very bright.

In just an instant, the distance between the two of them was ignored and came to the white-faced man.

The white-faced man's reddish eyes reflected the light, unusually clear, and the light of the cross sword was only less than a few feet away from his eyes.

At the beginning of this battle, Liu Xun gave the white-faced man the respect he deserved, and as soon as he made a move, he was the most powerful sword move of Qingfeng Temple, the cross sword.

How do white-faced people break it?

The branches of the willow gathered like a curtain of beads, and the white-faced man stepped back.

I could only hear a snapping sound, something was broken. The white-faced man swung his sword forward, and the ice crystal sword came out of his hand, meeting the cross light, but in an instant, it was divided into countless small pieces and scattered around.

The light of the cross does not stop, and it continues to move forward.

The surface of Qishui suddenly surged, just like the divine consciousness of the white-faced man at this moment, causing an uproar. The water rose and then hung upside down, turning into a straight curtain of water.

At this moment, the light of the cross slash arrived, and it slashed into the water curtain, but instead of making a sound of waves, it shattered, and the water curtain condensed in that moment, turning into a thick wall of ice.

The white-faced man stepped on his feet, and Qishui instantly stirred up huge waves, and the figures gathered and disappeared.

The same sound of shattering, this time even heavier, the snow-white ice wall was cut into four pieces and fell into the water with a rumbling sound.

The figure of the white-faced man reappeared, a few feet away from his original position, and he had gone up to the riverbank, still under the cold willow.

On the bank of the river, a straight sword mark appeared, about an inch deep, faintly revealing the stone deposited over the years.

This is Yong'an City, the oldest city in existence, and the buildings are extremely solid, and the stone bank by the Qishui River is even more so because it is built near the water.

Liu Xun's cross sword did not slash on the ground, but flew from above, and it could also leave such a deep trace on the stone bank, you can imagine what the result of his realm is powerful if it falls on the white-faced man.

Seeing that the sword missed, Liu Xun did not feel any surprise, he took a step forward, stretched out his sword, and his attitude was extremely calm.

If one sword misses, the next sword will naturally come out.

The white-faced man frowned slightly, a little surprised, maybe he didn't expect Liu Xun's realm to be so good at some point. He looked at Liu Xun's right hand holding the sword, where the knuckles were slightly white, a sign that he was ready to exert force.

This time Liu Xun did not cut the sword into a cross, but turned into several sword lights, such a sword is fast, but it does not have the power of a cross slash, this is also the move of Qingfeng Temple, its name is Qingguang Sword.

Several sword lights silently crossed the distance of several zhang between the two and came to the white-faced man.

The white-faced man didn't dodge this time, his eyes were always on Liu Xun, so he also took out his sword at the same time, his divine sense condensed into a line, and he didn't know when there was a white sword in his hand.

The long sword slashed forward, and I don't know what kind of sword move it used, but it turned into a white match in the air.

In the sky, with the swing of the white long sword, there were also countless snowflakes, falling lightly and coming out with them.

There were several extremely crisp collision sounds, which sounded in the air between the two.

The snowflakes shattered into powder, the stone slabs on the stone bank split, and countless clear sword marks were displayed, which were extremely fierce.

"Folding the Snow Sword."