The expression on Song Yanqiu's face was always unpredictable, and she didn't know if she had guessed Bai Muyun's trick, or if she was calculating in her heart, and said:

So, as long as they set foot on Burial Sword Island, there will be no turning back, or rather, they will never be able to leave Burial Sword Island again.

I suppose with your wisdom you should have arranged everything on Burial Sword Island, right?

At that time, after the duel between the two masters of Burial Sword Island and Li Cunxiao, they will definitely lose both, and next, the masters of various sects and factions who go to Burial Sword Island to watch the battle will start killing each other for who will dominate the rivers and lakes in the next period of time, which will greatly hurt their vitality.

When everyone falls, then you will use your status as the eldest young master of the Golden Throwing Villa and the prestige of your father to clean up the mess, right?

Bai Muyun said: It's really smart, it does save a lot of effort to talk to smart people, in fact, what you said is not entirely right.

Song Yanqiu said: Oh?

Bai Muyun said: Actually, Li Cunxiao in Tsing Yi couldn't reach the Burial Sword Island at all, not only because Lan Yutang and Hui would fall to the side and would duel with him before he arrived at the Burial Sword Island.

With this Lan Yutang and Hui Xiangfang, the two top masters in the rivers and lakes duel with him, even if he is not killed or injured, he will be buried in the sea of fire on the way to the Burial Sword Island.

Song Yanqiu couldn't help but let out another "oh".

Bai Muyun said: Do you know my current identity?

Song Yanqiu looked at him and said, "The palace master of the Dijing Palace?

Bai Muyun seemed to sneer, and then, stepping over the mossy steps, slowly walked towards the deeper part of the ruined castle, and then walked:

Oh, no, I'm now the chauffeur of Tsing Yi, who has promised me to take me to Burial Sword Island on October 15 to visit the battle between him and Burial Sword Island.

And on the way to the Burial Sword Island from any of Biyunyu, Yunhaizhuang and Guiyunzhuang, he would be buried in the sea by ship.

Speaking of this, he sighed slightly, and continued: Actually, with the wisdom of Li Cunxiao in Tsing Yi, he may have seen it,

On October 15th, the battle he fought with Burial Sword Island was not just to fulfill the oath of Sword Thirty and Burial Sword Island twenty years ago.

Because the agreement between Sword Thirty and Burial Sword Island was originally known to no one, but now suddenly the entire river has already known,

Then there is only one possibility, and this possibility is that someone deliberately hyped up that battle in the rivers and lakes, wanting to take the opportunity to create some conspiracy.

So, just in case, I must not let him set foot on Burial Sword Island alive, and I must not let him ruin my plan that has been foolproof for many years.

If Tsing Yi misses the appointment and does not go to the Burial Sword Island as scheduled, then there will be people who will attack the reputation of Sword Thirty, and there will also be mutations within the Burial Sword Island.

Burial Sword Island will be controlled by my people, and then, those so-called famous and decent masters who go to watch the battle will be incited to kill each other for the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance.

At that time, I can still rely on the voice of the Golden Throwing Villa and the fame accumulated by my father, and easily wait for the throne of the Martial Arts Alliance.

I have that certainty, because at this moment, there are already my people to arrange in the Burial Sword Island, and when the time comes, without the biggest threat of Tsing Yi, my plan will be seamless.

On October 15, the name of our project was called Project Tianyi.

Song Yanqiu's face changed suddenly, and he said in a deep voice: You ...... Why are you telling me this? Is it because I'm going to die?

Bai Muyun sneered: What do you say?

Song Yanqiu said: Can I not die?

Bai Muyun said: For a person who no longer has any use value, and is still a person who has a grudge against me for killing my father and mother, do you think I will let you continue to live?

The air suddenly stagnates.

Murderous.

There are dark clouds slowly gathering in the sky, will there be a storm again?

Alone

It was not the dark clouds that gathered, but the dense branches and leaves of the tall ancient trees obscured the shadow of the sunset that was gradually setting in the west, and dusk came.

The twilight of the decadent castle seemed quieter, there was no sun, no wind, no chirping of foxes, lizards, owls, and even the dark shadows of the setting sun were still.

However, Bai Muyun's tone of voice suddenly became cold, full of murderous intent, and the whole person stood there proudly, like a sharp blade out of the sheath.

Although the murderous aura was pervasive, he did not move, his hands proudly behind his back, looking at the shadow of the vulture flying through the sky.

Bai Muyun didn't have a hole, but Song Yanqiu was already moving.

Her stiff and straight shoulders shrugged slightly, not knowing whether she wanted to make a surprise attack to protect herself, or whether she wanted to wait for an opportunity to escape.

Then, just when Bai Muyun said, "Do you say I will let you continue to live", Song Yanqiu's hand that had been curled up in his sleeve suddenly moved.

With a shake of his hand, he pulled out a short knife from it, an ordinary short knife, a short knife that was even rusty, without a blade, so blunt that he could barely chop tofu.

At this time, I really don't know what she wants to do when she suddenly pulls out such a knife, does she want to kill someone?

At this moment, although Bai Muyun had his back to Song Yanqiu, he seemed to have felt the strangeness of those who were hiding on this blunt, rusty short knife.

Then, I saw that his face, which had been hidden under the golden mask, sneered slightly, and then, turning his senses, stared at the blunt knife in Song Yanqiu's hand with disdain.

Although Bai Muyun saw something strange from this short knife, he still didn't believe what kind of trick such a short knife could make.

He seemed to be waiting for Song Yanqiu's trick to play.

He only hoped that Song Yanqiu's blunt knife would not disappoint him when it exerted its power.

Song Yanqiu really didn't disappoint him.

When Song Yanqiu completely pulled out the blunt knife from his sleeve and drew a brilliant and dazzling arc in the twilight of early winter, Bai Muyun's smile that had been hidden under the cold golden mask seemed to suddenly condense, and even stunned.

Because he saw the miracle of legend.

Song Yanqiu gently swung the blunt knife that looked like it couldn't even chop tofu in a large arc in the twilight of early winter, and it suddenly changed.

What was originally a clumsy blunt knife suddenly turned into a sharp and indestructible knife that went up to the sky and the earth, like a caterpillar hiding behind a leaf and suddenly turned into a beautiful butterfly.

Butterflies fly, and the knife strikes.

Lightning stone fire, cliff to stone.

For the first time, Bai Muyun felt the terrifying speed and power of the knife.

Although Song Yanqiu's invincible divine sword made Bai Muyun feel slightly stunned, he did not panic, let alone deliberately dodge.

He just put his hands behind his back, standing in the twilight of early winter, watching Song Yanqiu's invincible divine knife slash down towards him, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

I don't know if he was frightened by this lightning and stone fire and couldn't parry, or if he wanted to rely on his own flesh and blood to take Song Yanqiu's gorgeous and colorful knife.

The blade came fiercely, like an ice-breaking cone.