Twenty years later, Bai Qingyi reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and reappeared at this moment, does it mean that the old account from 20 years ago can be understood?

At this moment, everyone's heart is thinking about their own thoughts.

After twenty years of tempering, the sharpness on Bai Qingyi's body has been polished and smoothed, like a marble slab that has been erased from sharp edges and corners.

Although the sharp aura on Bai Qingyi's body was completely restrained, the domineering aura that emanated from him made everyone dare not underestimate it.

With his hands behind him, Bai Qingyi slowly walked in from the entrance of the underground palace, and walked straight to the crystal coffin in the center along the long staircase.

Bai Muyun just watched him walk in step by step, like a naughty child who was suddenly bumped into by Master Yan when he was naughty, waiting for punishment.

Bai Qingyi looked at the palace master of the Dijing Palace who was lying quietly in the ice coffin, and suddenly looked up at the faces that appeared on the floor, ceiling, and stone walls, and said slowly:

The phantom, all this is just a phantom, youth, life, hatred, and ambition are all just an illusory phantom.

As he spoke, his hands shrunk in his sleeves were raised slightly, and the faces that appeared on the floor, ceiling, and stone walls, and the white bones that already had a bright light like ice suddenly disappeared.

The underground palace that seemed to be frozen and shrouded in stars also disappeared.

At this moment, what appeared in front of everyone was nothing more than a dark underground tunnel.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the crystal coffin placed in the middle, the person who is already lying in the coffin, the former palace master of the Dijing Palace who was killed by Bai Muyun.

The man in white light clothes just stood there with grace, holding the crystal coffin with both hands, his body still moving, but his body was still as murderous as twenty years ago.

However, he no longer had a sword at his waist.

His sword, which had long since disappeared in silence in the rivers and lakes with his people twenty years ago.

At this moment, Bai Qingyi reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and although there was no sword on his waist, Du Yanzong clearly knew that his sword was not dead.

His sword, like his man, has risen again from the rivers and lakes that have disappeared for twenty years.

Moreover, his swordsmanship is even more powerful than it was twenty years ago.

Twenty years ago, Bai Qingyi, with a sharp edge, looked for sword masters in the rivers and lakes everywhere to duel, and finally even defeated Sword Thirty, forcing Sword Thirty to bury Sword Bibotan.

However, after twenty years of silence, Bai Qingyi had completely concealed this fierce sword qi and completely converged its edge.

Looking at his graceful appearance, Du Yanzong believed that he had completely reached the supreme realm of using a sword without a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Bai Qingyi, Du Yanzong and Song Yanqiu's hearts suddenly tightened, but they felt that this underground corridor was even colder, and it was not the body that was cold, but the heart.

Although Bai Qingyi's words just now were slow and light, they contained an irresistible and heavy power.

At this moment, they finally understood that twenty years ago, they suddenly broke into the Golden Villa, and after making a big gamble, they lost their freedom in life, and Song Qiuli, who had been planting vegetables in the vegetable garden in the back mountain for twenty years, was indeed the white light clothes that suddenly disappeared from the Golden Villa.

Sure enough, he was hiding there and had been digging into the secrets of the Golden Villa.

At this moment, Du Yanzong suddenly regretted a little, in the past twenty years, he has always had the opportunity to kill Song Qiuli, oh, no, there should be a chance to kill Bai Qingyi, but he has not made a move.

Although he once had doubts about Song Qiuli's identity, and even sent someone to secretly inquire into his details, the people sent there found nothing.

No matter when they went to monitor, they only saw Song Qiuli honestly watering and planting vegetables, looking like he was busy working to pay off his debts.

After a long time, I let my guard down.

If it weren't for Kuaidao Xiangfang's visit to the Golden Throwing Villa a month ago, where he discovered all kinds of suspicious things about Song Qiuli's body, and even deduced that he could be Bai Qingyi, who had disappeared in the rivers and lakes for twenty years, he would probably still think that he was just a gambler who lost his personal freedom to the Golden Throwing Villa.

At that time, although Kuaidao Xiang Fang volunteered to expose his identity and behead him under Kuaidao, it was already too late.

Because at that time, Xiang Fang's fast knife couldn't deal with his sword at all.

And now, Song Qiuli has turned into a white light coat and reappeared in the rivers and lakes, which means that he has understood the whole thing.

And today, I'm afraid it's time for him Du Yanzong to pay off all this.

Although Bai Qingyi did not say the words of blood debt and blood repayment in person, Du Yanzong and Song Yanqiu clearly knew that they were hiding Bai Qingyi's true thoughts in their hearts.

Twenty years have passed, and he has been incognito in the vegetable garden in the back mountain, waiting for this day, isn't it this day?

Therefore, seeing Bai Qingyi suddenly appear in the here and now, Du Yanzong and Song Yanqiu's bodies suddenly trembled.

If they were only afraid of betrayal and betrayal when facing Bai Muyun, then their feelings at this moment were more than just fear that could be described.

It was the desperation of a man running around aimlessly in the cold and snow of the night, without knowing the direction.

Bai Muyun seems to have recognized who this person is?

But he did not move, nor did he speak.

He just stood there in a daze, indifferently watching Bai Qingyi approaching step by step, and then, looking at the corpse of the palace master of the Dijing Palace who was lying quietly in the ice coffin.

Bai Qingyi was also looking at the palace master's corpse with his hands behind his back, and then, suddenly, he turned around, looked at Du Yanzong and Song Yanqiu who were slumped on the ground, and said slowly:

I think you already know who I am, right? I think you already know what I'm here for, right?

Song Yanqiu looked stunned, stumbled up from the ground, and then, kept retreating, retreating, as if he was extremely afraid, until the stone wall could no longer retreat, leaning on it, he didn't know whether he was begging or justifying, he just kept shaking his head and said:

No, no, Bai Qinghou was not killed by me.

Bai Qingyi had no expression on his face.

Oh, no, it should be said that Bai Qingyi's face is still the same expression, there is no joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow, and joy, and there is just indifference to everything in this world.

He looked at Song Yanqiu, who was trembling, and then at Du Yanzong, who was also trembling, and then his eyes were fixed on Du Yanzong's body, as if to say:

Since she's not stupid, then, it's you?

Du Yanzong was startled by this expression he gave him, and quickly shook his head, and then, looking at Song Yanqiu, who was lost in his soul, nodded slightly, and said:

That's right, although Bai Qinghou didn't die in my hands, I crippled him, and then threw him into the hidden place in the back mountain.

At this time, I'm afraid he has already turned into a pile of white bones, so, in a sense, Bai Qinghou was also killed by me.

So, if you want to kill, you can kill me, please let Xiaoqiu go, all these sins will be borne by me.