Ye Bufan is dead...

The descendant of Black Ming Mountain had his head dislocated, all his internal organs were hollowed out, leaving only a body, and his bloody head was hung high in front of the ruined temple on Baijian Slope.

"He was... killed!?" Li Mo was stunned.

After all, Ye Bufan is a master of the Nine-Inch Realm. He is in retreat in Wangxuan City and has made some progress. He is only half a step away from the Spiritual Breath Realm.

That night, although he was cut off from the Night Screaming Demon Sword and his right arm was broken, such injuries should not have much impact on his strength, not to mention life-threatening injuries.

"Who did this?" Li Mo fell into deep thought.

Based on his understanding of Ye Bufan, even if this person was seriously injured, he should still have 70% of his strength.

Overnight, he was reduced to this, with his body in a different place and his head hanging high. He was extremely cruel and vicious. You must know that Ye Bufan is now a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion and one of the seventy-five great seeds in this generation.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Li Mo glanced over with the corner of his eye, looking at the twinkling eyes of Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian, and couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know where Baijianpo is?" Hong Xiaofu couldn't help asking Dao.

"How do I know?" Li Mo shook his head.

"Back then, Black Sword came to Beijing, and the Xuantian Pavilion held a martial arts battle for newcomers. With his pride of genius, he dominated the crowd and defeated all the swordsmen... Later, Black Sword's magical power became great and he became famous all over the world. Some people built temples and statues again...

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Speaking of this, Hong Xiaofu couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Li Mo with a deep look.

"You...what do you mean?" Li Mo frowned slightly, faintly aware that something was wrong.

"Senior Chen said that a few days ago, you had a fight with Ye Bufan at Shen Nanqing's mansion in Wumen, and you severely wounded him and chopped off one of his arms..." Shang Xujian said with a bitter face.

"I have no enmity with him on horseback, so why..."

Li Mo blurted out, but stopped mid-sentence.

When Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian heard this, they looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

No injustice or hatred!?

In Wangxuan City, Ye Bufan's first retreat was because of Li Mo.

Of course, this is a secret and not known to outsiders.

But that day, on the hanging list, Li Mo, in full view of everyone, left his name and changed his seal, erasing Ye Bufan's name, and severely suppressed Heiming Mountain.

Not to mention, that night he broke his arm with a knife, causing Ye Bufan unimaginable serious injuries.

At that time, many people saw it with their own eyes, including Shen Nanqing.

"What do you mean? Are you trying to blame Ye Bufan for his death?" Li Mo said in a deep voice.

At this moment, he finally knew the purpose of Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian.

"Senior Chen has received the letter. There is no conclusion yet. We just want us to come and give you a breather..."

Hong Xiaofu gritted his teeth and said: "Currently, it seems that you are the most suspect."

There was a motive, and there were conflicts, but Ye Bufan’s head was hung in front of Baijian Slope...

That's where Black Sword became famous.

What does this mean?

Nowadays, in the huge capital, Li Mo seems to be the only one who can have anything to do with Black Sword.

But don't forget, he also has the reputation of being the successor of the Black Sword.

"Fart... So, you are also the descendants of Black Sword, and you are also from Luofu Mountain..." Li Mo said in a deep voice.

When Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian heard this, their faces suddenly trembled and they quickly laughed.

"Brother, are you kidding me...who are we...how can we be worthy of being called the heirs of the Black Sword?"

"It's just that... with our little deeds, I don't even have the shame to admit that I am a disciple of Luofu... You are truly worthy of the title of Black Sword's successor."

Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian made no secret of their recognition of Li Mo.

But the more Li Mo listened, the weirder the expression on his face became.

"Mo Mo, Senior Chen asked me to tell you, if someone wants to take you for questioning, you must not resist... Once you resist, it will be equivalent to being convicted, but the nature is different..."

Hong Xiaofu's words made Li Mo instantly alert.

There seemed to be a big net hidden in the mist, shrouding him.

At this moment, the ground rumbled, dust and sand stirred up, and the bones trembled.

Under the moonlight, a column of light cavalry in black armor galloped towards them, each equipped with fine knives and holding a royal palace. The fierce killing aura passed by like a whirlwind and came across.

"Where is Li Mo!?"

A loud shout suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night, causing jackdaws to fly from the treetops and scream.

"Mo Mo, calm down...Senior Chen will definitely find a way to clear your name." Hong Xiaofu gritted his teeth.

"Go find Lao Feng."

Li Mo looked solemn and took a step forward towards the row of light and black cavalry.

Hong Xiaofu watched Li Mo step forward to talk for a few words before being taken away by the other party, looking anxious and blushing.

Ye Bufan's death is no small matter. He was a disciple of Xuantian Pavilion and a descendant of Heiming Mountain.

If this crime is proven... the sky will fall.

"Let's go find Old Feng." Hong Xiaofu gritted his teeth and followed closely with Shang Xujian.

In the blink of an eye, Mingju in the eastern suburbs returned to its former tranquility.

The bright moon hung high in the night sky, and jackdaws sat on the branches.

In the distance, there are many bones and tombs on the mountain.

"Alas...how could such a rare young man become a murderer?"

At this moment, a lonely sigh came from the dilapidated thatched house, revealing a hint of regret and heaviness.

"It's become deserted again..."

That old sigh fell faintly, like a falling stone in a lake, with ripples gradually rising and spreading boundlessly layer by layer.

At this moment, the night wind picked up and roared like a boil, as if the tombs all over the mountain were echoing the lonely sigh.

At the top of the mountain, a huge bluestone suddenly shattered, revealing half of an ancient black inscription. On it, ancient seals were engraved with dragon inscriptions, and seven characters were vaguely written on it:

The burial place of one hundred thousand Yin soldiers!!!

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It's late at night.

It’s not even fifteen yet, but the moon looks particularly bright tonight.

"Who can share the solitary light with me in the clear sky, looking sadly to the north..."

In the high pavilion, a beautiful figure is holding on to the railing, overlooking the capital, but the flowing phoenix eyes are like a cold pool, unfathomable.

"Master... the warden of Xuantian Pavilion has started to take people..."

At this moment, a bright yellow paper kite flew from the night and landed on the young man's shoulder.

The slender waist twisted slightly and looked in the direction of Xuantian Pavilion.

"Li Mo...you finally came to the capital..."

The night wind blew, the soft sound resounded, and the bright moonlight reflected on Chu Nianxin's beautiful face.

Although the young master of the Tianshi Mansion only had a relationship with Li Mo... At that time, when Qi Yu was sitting on the title of the number one genius in Luofu Mountain, she quietly entered the mountain without revealing anything, and just watched from a distance.

Look.

At that time, she felt that there was something different about the ordinary jailer.

Later, Qi Yu was defeated and Black Sky was destroyed.

Chu Nianxin knew that this man with hidden fangs would one day come to the capital in person.

"Master, if the disciple of Luofu really kills Ye Bufan...it is a serious crime and he will definitely die..." The bright yellow paper kite flapped its wings and screamed strangely.

"Do you think...he can kill people?" Chu Nianxin asked calmly and calmly.

"Quack... No matter it is... the title of Black Sword's successor can make him die a hundred times..." The bright yellow paper kite smiled strangely.

"Being under the emperor's feet, having no background and foundation, and daring to parade around with such a name is simply a recipe for death..."

"Li Mo... If he died like this, it would be boring... Maybe I think highly of him, but..."

Chu Nianxin's eyes were calm and she said calmly: "That's fine."

As she spoke, Chu Nian turned around and walked into the building. She passed through the heavy black curtains and suddenly stopped.

This small building is hollow inside, with a faint blue light burning in eight different corners.

Chains criss-crossed each other, but they suspended a coffin made of ice in mid-air. At first glance, it looked like it was frozen in crystal.

It does not reach the sky above, does not rely on the earth below, the three lights are invisible, and there is no unity between the inside and outside.

Chu Nianxin's red lips moved slightly, her breathing rose and fell slightly, and her watery eyes fell on the cold coffin. There was a corpse lying inside, and feather-like scales had grown on its body, covering it heavily.
To be continued...