“Papa pa pa…”
 The raindrops hit the ground, causing small round ripples to appear on the small puddles on the road.
There was a sound, and the puddle was crushed by the hurried white-clad hard-soled shoes, and splashed in all directions.
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At the end of the road, the figure of the team in white disappeared.
 At the trade fair.
Watching many white-clothed officers heading to Beicheng District for support, the white-coated and red-coated operational commanders in the tea shop were all silent.
 After a long time, someone finally spoke up.
 “Holy power?”
"Well, it's unlikely to be an illusion. I guess someone must have known about the actions at the Lingque Fair and decided to take action in another place."
"who?"
“Within the East Heavenly King City, apart from the Holy Temple, the semi-holy forces probably only have the newly arrived Jiang family and the First Tower in Heaven.”
“That’s the Jiang family. After all, these people are not here tonight, but the people on the first floor of the sky are at the fair.”
 The communication between the commanders in white is very simple.
 In just a few sentences, the situation is clearly analyzed.
“What do you want to do by taking this opportunity to attack the Half-Saint Jiang Family?” Someone else asked.
“Jiang family Jiang Xian, Sanyan pupils...” another person in white speculated.
 After saying this, the tea shop became quiet again.
 Three disgusted pupils.
 When it comes to this, it cannot be a trivial matter.
 As the white garment that cuts off darkness and eliminates evil, as the only ray of light in the darkness.
How many of you present here don’t know that Sanyan Tongmu is a big deal and involves many things?
 Support has been sent, but no one said a word at the moment.
Man proposes, God disposes.
 I just hope that the war situation in Beicheng District will not be bad news by then.
 “How many people!”
At this moment, Chu Lisheng, who was warming tea in the back, suddenly spoke up and interrupted the conversation of the people in white with a solemn expression.
 “What’s the matter?”
 The commander in white immediately looked around.
 “There’s some bad news…”
Chu Lisheng held the communication bead in his hand and said sadly: "I just received news. It was a message from the Yao family in Wangcheng. It was said that Yao Ye, the old man of the Yao family, died tonight. The person who took action was a man named Bazun Shu.
"
 Snap.
 There were two tables in white clothes and red clothes, and everyone stood up in shock.
 “Eight acquaintances?”
　　Vigil was surprised: “Real person, or a fake?”
Chu Lisheng looked back and said sadly: "Several seniors in red clothes are not from the royal city. They may not know that Yao Ye of the Yao Mansion is the sword holder of the Taosheng Water Sword in the Twenty-one Famous Swordsmen.
Taixu’s cultivation.”
At this moment, the pupils of the people watching at night shrank suddenly.
Taixu……
died?
 If Chu Lisheng could convey such words, Yao Ye must have truly fallen.
And the fluctuations caused by Taixu's death were so small?
 Even, sit in this tea shop.
 The whole attention of Bai Yi and Hong Yi was attracted by the Lingque Fair and the Holy Power.
 I never expected that Taixu would die in battle tonight.
“In this case, it can only be the sound of the sword just now...”
 Among the commanders in white, someone Chi Ning spoke up.
Indeed, before the holy power broke out, there was a sound of sword sound from the west.
 But no one took it seriously at the time.
　　Yao Mansion’s Jian Ming, isn’t that normal?
How could I have imagined that that was Yao Ye’s last cry!
 “Test the sword?”
 A commander in white with a sword asked.
"Um."
Chu Lisheng nodded: "Simply competing with swords, regardless of other things, Yao Ye failed to guard the sword and died. This is a serious matter in the ancient sword cultivation method."
 Serious……
 If it were left to him, everyone would be willing to believe that this is a serious matter, and it is really serious.
 But tonight there is a raging wind and it happens to be happening, how can this be serious?
“So, is it really the Eighth Sword Immortal?”
 Shouye looked back at the people around him, and the battle in the Eighth Palace outside the White Cave came to mind.
At that time, their mission was over, and the rest was the responsibility of the white clothes, so Gou Wuyue ordered the few of them in red clothes to leave the scene first.
I never thought about it.
As soon as they left, they heard that there was a battle in the Eight Palaces, and seven hundred people in white clothes were killed.
Even the Moonless Sword Immortal was defeated by a dead branch at the head of the Holy Slave.
 And the identity of the other party is also ready to be revealed.
 “The Eighth Sword Immortal…”
Lan Ling murmured in a low voice: "He is here too."
 No one can fear the words "Eighth Sword Immortal".
That’s a myth!
 It is not from ancient times, but only from the Eastern Region a few decades ago. It can be said to be contemporary...a true myth!
 After the battle in the Eight Palaces, the declaration of war by the Holy Slave and the Eighth Sword Immortal was actually suppressed by the Holy Temple to avoid causing panic and the following of the dark forces.
But outsiders don’t know it, but my own family understands it!
 The first saint slave is the Eighth Sword Immortal, the Eight Masters.
 This is well known to everyone in white and red.
 As soon as the situation at the Lingque Fair was settled, the other side took action.
 “This is too fast!”
 Vigil was amazed at the speed of the Holy Slave.
These people seem to have great eyes, as if they are watching every move in the Holy Temple all the time.
 And once the Holy Temple is leaked, there will be no defense.
To be continued...