The white shadow has been swallowed by the towering iron and stone bunkers, and there is no trace left behind.

It was the setting sun, and the dim afterglow coated the blood-stained earth with a layer of gold gauze.

The purple-red energy has long dissipated, but the endless obsession remains in everyone's hearts.

The sword embedded in the wall, which had been covered with cracks, finally exploded when the night came.

The masters of the Tianzhong tribe did not leave. They looked at the bleeding figure lying on the ground, silently in a daze.

The death of the demon nv in Lingjiu Palace is the biggest thing in the world. Whenever a demon nv dies, Xier will definitely hold the so-called blood sacrifice, causing a bloody storm in the world.

All the old people know about these things and are afraid of them. This is Xier's purpose in order to maintain the supreme status of Lingjiu Palace. This practice was originally intended to better protect those who wanted to protect them. However, it was too extreme and too selfish.

But who in this world of turmoil is not selfish?

Le'er's death did not cause a stir. Even the Black Flag Association members did not worry that Xier would take revenge wildly. Of course, this was not because Xier was afraid of Chu Xiang or the Black Flag Association. But because Le'er was carrying an extremely precious stand-in doll.

But how could Chu Xiang know the moment before taking action? If he didn't know, how dare he attack Le'er?

Brahma doesn't understand.

In the darkness, the hall that should have been clear in the Heavenly Hall is now dark.

There was no one in the main hall, and even the guards who were originally on the night were driven out by Chu Xiang.

After this battle, it seems that many members of the Black Flag Association, including the old members, expressed their sincere admiration for Chu Xiang.

But the man surrounded by countless glory is now sitting alone on the throne, spitting blood.

The crisp sound of bone-correcting fried beans sounded one after another. But where was the humble groan that should have been accompanied?

Don’t think that patience is terrible, because there are always people’s willpower that is so strong that all the gods are afraid.

At the rebirth of the capital, Le'er looked at the surrounding people who pointed at him in a sneer and then sneered and pounced on him.

A purple cloud sways, and a little red light shines.

In the crisp sound of "Gra" and "Gra", wailing sounded endlessly.

Ziyun smiled and floated away. On the ground, there were only countless ordinary people in the world who fell to the ground and groaned without any trauma.

The blood did not flow out at all, but why did they cry so hard?

......

The morning light in the early morning is golden and sprinkles on the earth.

Unlike the dusk afterglow of half an evening, the freshness makes people feel energetic.

Chu Xiang walked out of the hall and was still wearing a clean and luxurious white fur, with a burqa behind him dancing in the wind.

There was a smile on his face, just like a sword on his waist, and his whole body was filled with a different kind of jing spirit.

Walking out, the core members of the Black Flag Association in the fort on the way all stopped their work and greeted the white shadow respectfully.

The man surrounded by honor was so tall against the golden sunshine, although he was already tall.

What people see often is dazzling honor. How many people know the efforts behind honor?

The white shadow flashed and passed away.

In the lonely Tianzhong Hall, only a small dark red stone chips remained. The chun wind blew by, taking away the faint fragrance that seemed to be traceless, and took away the red dust.

......

Beijing, Yuelai Inn.

Still sitting by the window, looking at the bustling crowd, Chu Xiang ordered a few side dishes, but did not ask for wine.

Even the best wine here cannot make me intoxicated. What’s the point of coming?

Take out the yu-style wine pot hanging around your waist, take out two green wine glasses, and fill it up.

Drink lightly, but I can't forget the fragrance.

Chu Xiang was intoxicated and savored.

But who knows what he is savoring?

"Hahaha."

A smirk, accompanied by the sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air, interrupted Chu Xiang's thoughts. Without opening his eyes, he knew that there was a little more sadness here.

"Why, why do you want to kill Le'er?"

Xier, like a red cloud, always had a smile on her face. With her charming face, if she hadn't been full of blood, I wonder how many heroes in the world would have to be defeated.

Xier didn't even look at Piaomiao Wuhen in the cup in front of her and asked coldly.

Chu Xiang looked sideways, but indifferent in his eyes.

"You are not the supreme, and she has no right to do what she wants."

Chu Xiang's proud attitude seemed to anger Xi'er. But for some reason, the terrifying madman Xi forced himself to suppress his anger in front of the white figure.

However, there is a lot of anger that cannot be suppressed by reason.

"Haha, you shouldn't have killed her."

Xi'er's eyes showed confusion, and then turned to Mi Li, the palms burning with purple-red flames brought up a series of continuous phantoms, piercing Chu Xiang's heart.

Chu Xiang, who was thorny in his heart, looked up and chuckled.

The hand that passed through the white shadow was not stained with blood.

The white shadow scattered, like a illusion butterfly, shattering pieces.

"You shouldn't have taken action, you have too many flaws. Don't talk about me who has completely recovered my strength in the future. Even at this moment, I can't use my internal strength at all. Can you kill me?"

Warm words remained in my ears, where is the graceful figure in white clothes?

The key is a huge benefit, and the key alone will have to pay a heavy price.

In the world where Xiaodao has lost its sword, Xier dared not use all her strength. How many people can keep that white shadow?

Once upon a time, Xier, a hundred years ago, could sweep the world with her advanced martial arts alone.

Why, a hundred years later, Xier, who should have been more powerful and unfathomable, became so weak?

Xier, who has not even been able to catch up with for only three years of martial arts, should not have existed.

It just exists, so it makes sense.

Xier worked hard for countless junior sisters in the school. But this should not be the only reason why Xier stopped moving forward in martial arts.

Xier is powerful, as can be seen from the later massacre of artistic masters such as pigs and dogs.

Xier is weak, and it can be seen from the fact that even Yiyun can't catch up with him in the early stage.

The difference is not just a few decades. The difference lies in where the greatest benefit is hidden.

The condition for opening the key has been ignored by many people.

Xier, Xier at this moment was originally unnecessary and too taboo.

Of course, there are not many people who are qualified to say such words.

"Hahaha."

Xier chuckled and sat in Chu Xiang's original seat. Looking at the bustling crowd, her eyes were filled with mili, and she picked up the only wine glass on the table full of yu liquid.

But where is the wine pot that was originally standing quietly in the center of the table?

"Is it a flaw? It will die, haha."
Chapter completed!