In the capital at night, there is a solemn atmosphere, accompanied by the humidity that the wind can't dissolve, wafting in the streets and alleys.

The bright moon on the horizon is already very round and bright, and the jade plate is hanging alone, and there is no starlight.

In the hidden places where the moonlight does not shine, the killing is accompanied by blood, and it is being staged in the city.

The smell of blood also dispersed in the cool wind, blowing through the streets and alleys, the farther away it became, the lighter it became, and it seemed to float into Feng Xiaoxiao's nose.

Feng Xiaoxiao tightened the sword in his hand and walked into the darkness.

He could have shrunk in the warm quilt and hugged his fragrant wife, but now he has to walk in the cold wind, and his mood will naturally not be good.

But no matter how unhappy he was, he had to come out.

Because the people in Tsing Yi Lou died, not only one, but more than ten, a full thirty people died!

The master on the first floor of Tsing Yi in Beijing was almost swept away.

These are the people around Huang Rong.

Without these people, Huang Rong suddenly became blind and deaf, and could no longer see the thick fog shrouded in the capital.

Fortunately, there was still a group of masters who had been sent to Baiyunguan before to help Baiyunguan's patron Qingfeng stabilize his newfound territory.

Feng Xiaoxiao checked the master of Tsing Yi Lou who was killed, and came to a conclusion that the person who killed the person was none other than one of the four people of Ximen Fuxue, Ye Gucheng, Mudaoren, and Gusong Layman.

Only their swords can be so fast, so fast that there are thirty masters, and not one of them can get out of the courtyard gate alive!

It certainly won't be Simon Blowing Snow!

Simon Blowing Snow regards killing as the most sacred thing, and before killing someone, he must fast for three days. Then burn incense and bathe.

And he has been alone for a long time in order to prepare for the decisive battle tomorrow night. Not even his newlywed and pregnant wife was nowhere to be seen.

Mu Dao and Gu Song have always been not far from Lu Xiaofeng, although they are not good people. But it is indeed Lu Xiaofeng's best friend, when they have no conflict of interest with Lu Xiaofeng, whoever dares to touch Lu Xiaofeng's hair will definitely face the sword of the two.

Moreover, Ghost Villa is lonely and barren, and there are a lot of transactions with Tsing Yi Lou in secret, and the relationship is quite close, so it will not easily offend Tsing Yi Lou.

Ye Gucheng is naturally the most suspicious, but coincidentally, it happened at the time. Lu Xiaofeng was by his side.

Lu Xiaofeng followed the clues of the ribbon and finally found Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng pretended to be seriously injured and couldn't get up, and deceived Lu Xiaofeng.

Looking at this lonely swordsman, he now looks like an old man in the twilight and an old man.

In addition to the sorrow in his heart, Lu Xiaofeng naturally did not doubt rebirth.

So he had to go overnight to track down another clue, the incense from the palace.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of September, and when the bright moon rises, it will be the decisive battle of Yexi!

His time was running out.

Feng Xiaoxiao knew that Ye Gucheng's serious injuries were faked, but he did rule out the possibility that he would kill Tsing Yi Lou.

Who exactly is the killer?

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't have a clue at all, he could only go to Baiyun Temple's patron Qingfeng now.

Gu Qingfeng is one of the owners of the one hundred and eighth floor of Tsing Yi. And it's the owner of the third floor who is very high-ranked.

Now there is a group of masters on the first floor who are there with him, and if they are all wiped out...... Tsing Yi Lou's power in the capital is waiting to be uprooted.

Gu Qingfeng is not in Baiyun Temple, he is in a mansion in the north of the city.

This is the thirteenth mansion among the thirty mansions in Li Yanbei.

Gu Qingfeng took over Li Yanbei's territory. By the way, he also received all the mansions and women of Li Yanbei.

Li Yanbei, a big man who once dominated the capital and stomped his feet, shook the streets of the entire capital. can only take his nineteen sons and return to his hometown in Jiangnan gloomily.

He couldn't help but go. He can't afford to lose!

In the battle of Yexi, he made a bet with Du Tongxuan, the boss in the south of the city. Bet all your net worth, and those who lose will lose everything they have.

It's brutal, isn't it?

Li Yanbei didn't know what cruelty meant when he was young, but he is now a man who has just turned fifty years old, and his youngest son is only two years old.

He finally got timid, and he didn't dare to continue gambling...... He couldn't watch his children starve and suffer.

Gu Qingfeng was not only willing to admit his bet with Du Tongxuan, but also willing to settle this matter for him, but also guaranteed that his entire family would be sent to Jiangnan safely.

So he could only go, and before the Battle of Yexi began, he was already far away from the capital.

Feng Xiaoxiao is also walking, looking very slow, but actually very fast.

He couldn't be unhappy, for he already smelled blood...... A strong smell of blood.

The original warm and charming mansion has become a hell on earth!

There is only blood but the dead!

Feng Xiaoxiao clenched his sword tightly, shuttling through the almost fragmented corpses, and his brows furrowed more and more.

All the sword marks were exactly the same, no matter the depth and width, and even the amount of blood flowed out, it seemed to be the same!

A sword pierces the heart!

Moreover, the person who wielded the sword obviously knew how to kill, and the tip of each sword had traces of twisting, and the person who was killed would die quite painfully, but there would not be much struggle.

Fifty-six people, fifty-six more lives.

The fifty-seventh dead man was Gu Qingfeng.

He sat upright in the main seat of the hall, his hands pressed on the armrests, as if he was still exerting, but his head was down, his chin was on the ground, and the blood on his chest was sticky, like a liquid, but it no longer flowed.

Although Feng Xiaoxiao had never seen Gu Qingfeng, looking at his clean appearance, the graceful demeanor that still remained on his body, and the black sheath long sword hanging Huang Hui behind him, he knew that he must be Gu Qingfeng.

He obviously wanted to get up to meet the enemy, but before he could get up, someone pierced his heart with a sword!

Feng Xiaoxiao's expression became more and more solemn, and the hand holding the sword became tighter.

Taoism has two sects, the north and the south, the master of the southern sect is Zhang Zhenren of Longhu Mountain, and the grandmaster of the northern sect is the master of Baiyun Temple, that is, Gu Qingfeng!

Such a grandmaster figure died in such obscurity, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back!

The martial arts and swordsmanship of the person who killed him were so high that Feng Xiaoxiao felt incredible.

Feng Xiaoxiao was also confident that he could kill Gu Qingfeng with one sword, and even let Gu Qingfeng not return, but ...... It must be one-on-one!

You must know that there are fifty-six masters present!

There are more than 30 masters on the first floor of Tsing Yi, and more than a dozen are masters of the Northern Sect of Taoism.

Any one of them, when he walked to the rivers and lakes, could shout his name loudly, causing a shock, but in this gorgeous mansion, he was killed by one person and one sword, like cutting leeks!

For a while, Feng Xiaoxiao's expression was a little dazed.

Who killed them? Is it human? Or is it God?

The tip of Feng Xiaoxiao's nose was already soaked in cold sweat.

He walked slowly around the mansion, looking for all the clues he could find.

Nothing but the dead! Out of the breath, nothing is missing!

Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped, his eyes radiated a bright essence, and muttered: "No, no, less, less......"

One less person who should have been there, but is no longer there...... A woman!

There were no women among the dead in the first courtyard!

Li Yanbei has thirty mansions, and there is a woman in each mansion, although he left with his sons, the woman can't take it away!

This is the thirteenth mansion, so where is the thirteenth woman? (To be continued......)

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