"That's...what?"

Kunlun Mole looked up blankly, unable to understand.

"Sword Qi."

Li Bai smiled and lowered his head to stare at the silent sword blade in his hand: "For you, I have realized, the 'sword energy'!"

After staying in place for a year, he finally entered the new realm he had always dreamed of.

Taking the spirit as the field, using the poems brewed in the chest as seeds, and pouring them with strong wine, this pure and sharp sword energy emerges!

In an instant, the steel in your hand was transformed into an invincible sword energy, and it was able to penetrate the city and the fortress and tear all defenses apart!

"It's really...awesome..."

Kunlun Mole smiled enviously, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground.

——The winner has been decided!

Not long ago, the raging fire in the hall spread and thick smoke rolled.

Seeing Xun Qing slumping on the ground and trying to get up, Ji Xian immediately kicked him in the face, making him unable to move any more.

"Phoa, trash!"

Ji Xian spat disdainfully and picked up his package: "I can't even fight, I'm the same as your parents!"

Time is short and there is no time to pay attention to the blind man.

He picked up his cloth bag and turned around hurriedly, trying to leave, but his feet suddenly tightened and almost fell to the ground.

When he turned around, he saw Xun Qing on the ground reaching out his hand and grabbing his calves.

He struggled hard, but he didn't know where the dog got the strength and couldn't break free.

On the ground, Xun Qing seemed to be crazy, raised his arm and hugged his legs tightly. Regardless of Ji Xian's kick and hit, he opened his mouth and bit his calves.

In the severe pain, Ji Xian screamed and his expression became more and more ferocious.

"Let go!"

He lifted the heavy cloth bag again, smashed Xun Qing's head hard, and roared: "Let go! Let go, waste!"

But no matter how he attacked and struggled, Xun Qing remained motionless, like a dying wild dog, unwilling to let go. In the end, even the cloth bag had cracked, and the jewelry and silver notes were spilled out of the crack and fell all over the ground.

"My money!" Ji Xianru screamed with a bereaved girl: "Let me give you money, bastard, I'll give you all the money... I'll give you all the money... I'll give you it!"

"I don't!"

Xun Qing's vague cry of pain recalled everything he had encountered back then, his parents, his sister... his eyes turned bloody!

"I won't let you go, Ji Xian--"

Even if you die, it doesn't matter...

This time, I will never mess it up again!

"Give me a break!"

Ji Xian roared: "You and your teacher are the same mud that cannot be supported by the wall! If you don't make money, you deserve to be rotten in the mud pond!"

He tried his best to do his best, and a punch made Xun Qing's eyes turn white and he roar: "I'm different, I'm different... I won't be the same as you!"

Xun Qing fell to the ground weakly and could no longer move.

But his pupils were still holding Ji Xian's back as he staggered and fleeing, and murmured hoarsely: "He must, he will... he will catch you..."

"Well, I will definitely catch him!"

A thin figure appeared in the fire, and the belated boy responded firmly.

"So slow you."

Xun Qing complained hoarsely.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." He lowered his head and said seriously: "But you are really amazing-"

Looking at his friend who was covered in bruises and extremely embarrassed, he thanked him with admiration: "If it weren't for you, he would have escaped today, and I would not have been able to get there."

"Idiot, stop talking nonsense."

Xun Qing smiled reluctantly and looked out the door: "Go quickly."

No one responded.

Because that young man had rushed into the turbulent night outside the door!

The hustle and bustle of Changlefang was broken by the sudden fire.

On this bustling street with crowds, people stopped in surprise, and the people in various restaurants and song halls also cast doubtful eyes from the high platform.

In this prosperous area where every inch of land is valuable, the Yunjian Tower, which was once unattainable, was actually a raging fire. For a moment, not only the merchants on both sides, but also the water trucks of Yu Hengshi's office were alarmed.

The guests and dancers were all covered in dust and ran out of nowhere, and there were more and more people watching.

There are too many people, blocking the front, too many obstacles.

The familiar lights and wine in front of me seemed to have suddenly changed.

Everything he had clearly held in his hand and played with was now beginning to look down from a high point, and the distant sneer echoed in the wind.

Ji Xian gasped in despair, pushed away the guys in front of him who were in trouble and staggered forward.

The travelers looked at this unkempt guy with a disheveled face, like a madman, and pointed at him in disgust in the distance.

It's like looking at a dirty homeless man.

No one lends a helping hand.

In a trance, it was as if I had returned to the pain of spending my life in a dark place next to the stinky ditch.

The invisible fear clenched his heart, making him breathless.

"Why do you think of me like this!" Ji Xian roared, "Are you blind? Can't even recognize who I am!"

No one responded, only a faint mockery laughter.

Who would know a homeless man?

Like a stinky beggar...

"It doesn't matter."

Someone whispered in the distance: "Ji Xian, I still know you."

It was clearly such a quiet word, but it made him fall into an ice cave. When he turned back in disbelief, he saw the figure walking towards him step by step from the fire.

Holding the sword in his hand, his face blankly.

Just staring at his face, his eyes were so calm that it made people feel heartbroken.

"Help...help..."

Uncontrollable, the wailing sound from the throat.

Ji Xian collapsed on the ground, crawling back with both hands and feet, shouting hoarsely: "Help! Help!!"

He raised his head, looked around, screaming with all his strength: "Someone wants to kill me! Help!"

But no one responded.

Everyone looked at the boy who was holding the long sword step by step, and a surge of people opened up to both sides in front of him.

It seemed to be suppressed by an invisible spirit, and even the noisy sound could no longer be heard, and there was a dead silence.

Ji Xian reached out his hand in panic, trying to pull the people beside him, but the people around him couldn't retreat and could not help, only the sound of footsteps gradually.

In despair, he got up with difficulty, fell down, and ran wildly, but he could not get rid of the shadow-like look.

Even though the world outside the Yunjian Tower was so wide, he felt that there was nowhere to escape.

He could only call over and over again in vain, shed tears in sobs, and whine and pray, just like the innocent people who had died in his hands.

"Help! Save me!" He cried sharply: "I have money, I will repay you, and I will repay you..."

No one responded, only cold whispers.

"You can escape even if you are Ji Xian, but no one can save you. This is your retribution."

Li Bai waved his hand, and the full of angry sword energy sprinkled out, running through a long distance, leaving a gap on Ji Xian's ankle, causing him to fall to the ground.

Then, the blade is raised.

Retribution has come too late

So, this time, it won't be postponed-

But in the wind, there was a whistling sound of crossbow arrows. At the height of the street, the guard from Honglu Temple pulled the warning trigger.

The belated noise broke the silence.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Honglu Temple does things-all get out of the way!"

On the galloping carriage, the ingenious guards jumped down, causing Ji Xian on the ground to ecstasy and almost shed tears.
To be continued...