On the ridge, Huo Yingyuan looked at Bai Qian's sword dance with his expression slightly moving.

"What does he want to do?"

"If you do this, you're consuming your life."

"A person who practices martial arts does not know the destiny of heaven, but he is a close friend." Fang Bie said with a slight slightest: "Director Bai probably knows how much time he has left."

"Since that's the case, you shouldn't do it like this!" Huo Ying couldn't help but say.

She doesn't like other people's lives at all.

No matter what the reason.

"Many times, we probably lack choices." Fang Bie said with a smile.

"Did you see the students from the academy below?"

Of course, Huo Ying saw that as the movement on this side became louder and louder, almost no one could fall asleep. They got up from the bed one after another, and asked while daring to come in a hurry, but they just couldn't stop or participate in the battle.

Huo Ying nodded.

All of these people were watching Bai Qian's sword dance.

I was fascinated by the sight.

"Of course, Dean Bai performed this sword dance for them," Fang Bi said softly.

"After Dean Bai's hundred years, the entire Bailu Academy will inevitably fall into a huge recession. After all, just as Shang Li was worried, when Shang Li died, no one in the entire Huashan could stand alone, and one person could support the entire mountain."

"But relatively speaking, the Huashan School is lucky."

"After all, there is Shang Jiuge in Huashan. Now that Shang Li is alive, Shang Jiuge can still travel outside for a while, but if Shang Li dies, Shang Jiuge must return to Huashan to try to support the overall situation alone."

"But the Egret Academy is different." Fang Bie shook his head slightly and said.

"The original successor of Bailu Academy was Liu Pingye. He had already entered the first class at a young age, and had outstanding talents and a bright future. If that accident had not happened, President Bai would probably be able to hand over the position of the president of the Academy to Liu Pingye with confidence and return to the bank of the Yangtze River to build a house."

"But there is no if in this world."

"Liu Pingye has defected."

"Director Bai has no choice but to force his illness."

"But he didn't expect that tonight, Liu Pingye would choose to return alone and return as a devil."

Speaking of this, Huo Ying couldn't help but look at Fang Bie: "Isn't it all because of you?"

If Fang Bie hadn't killed Shu Qing, Ding Kuyu would have been furious, and Ding Kuyu would not have used Liu Pingye's chess piece to actively push him into being a demon, and also gave him Qisheng San to strengthen his skills.

"You probably are not wrong to say this." Fang Bie shook his head: "But Liu Pingye is a family matter at Bailu Academy after all? Even if I want to take care of it, President Bai may not be happy."

"So what should we do now?" Huo Ying gently pursed his lips.

"There is no good idea." Fang Fei looked at Huo Ying: "I am leaving now, and I can indeed forcefully end this meaningless battle? But? Are you sure to stabilize the current Dean Bai's condition?"

Fang Bie threw this professional question to Huo Ying at once? Huo Ying was a little speechless in an instant.

Because she can't.

If Bai Qian is a simple disease, even if it is a complex and difficult disease, Huo Ying will have a way to temporarily control it.

But that's not the case.

Not only is Bai Qian suffering from chronic diseases himself? He is also because he is too old? His physical functions have long declined, and he himself cannot withstand excessively intense treatment methods. The current battle is consuming his few vitality.

And? Bai Qian was already injured when the battle began.

internal injury.

Huo Ying saw it at first glance when he looked at Bai Qian.

No relatives and friends have a word? There is a lonely boat in old age and sickness.

Simple old age is not that scary.

A simple disease is not that scary either.

But if you are old and sick? And you are still injured? That is the gods who cannot save you? The King of Hell comes to urge you.

Huo Ying finally shook his head.

“It can’t be done.”

She whispered.

"If Liu Pingye came later, as you said, when it's dawn tomorrow, I'll go and see Dean Bai, and maybe there's still a chance."

"But there is no if in this world." Fang Bie said briefly: "The only thing we can do now? Can we only watch here? Wait here."

"Watch this sword dance? Wait for the end of the sword dance."

"I think? This is probably Dean Bai's own wish."

...

...

If a child is not a fish, how can he know the joy of a fish?

Of course, Fang Bie is not Bai Qian, and he has no way to understand Bai Qian’s wish.

But when Fang Bie saw such a beautiful swordsmanship, he could still feel some of Bai Qian's mood.

So these words came into being.

In the middle of the battlefield, Bai Qian's sword never ended.

His steps became lighter and his sword moves became faster and faster.

The white snow falling in the sky was almost completely swept away by his sword light.

These sword moves are full of energy and swords, and they are perfect. Even Liu Pingye, who has reached the peak state, cannot support even half of the sword moves.

But even if he dances alone, Bai Qian already wants to finish his sword skills.

When Ji Kang was executed in the past, the Guangling scattered song before his death shocked the world, but when the Guangling song was exhausted, the song became a terrifying sound.

The Spring River Flower Moon Sword is also famous all over the world, but Bai Qian, the only one who can learn this sword is in the world.

If he dies today, then the Spring River Flower Moon Sword will also disappear.

Egret Academy will also suffer severe damage.

Therefore, this set of Spring River Flower Moon Sword is itself the last gift he gave to Bailu Academy.

"I feel sorry for the moon wandering upstairs, and I should look at the makeup mirror table of people."

"I can't roll it up from the jade door curtain, but I'll brush it back from the pounding anvil."

The Bai Qian sword rose like a moon shadow, lingering up, flying in the snowy night, and then fell down. The sword light was also stabbed straight towards Liu Pingye, who was making the Yellow River sword. Liu Pingye tore the white Qian sword light apart several times, but in the end he was still forced into the corner by the sword energy.

Seeing that the next moment, Bai Qian took back the cold light sword in her hand.

"At this time, I look at each other but don't hear each other. I wish to shine through the moonlight."

He still turned around and danced alone.

The sword is like a rainbow, surrounding the body.

Liu Pingye was already hunched and haggard, and now his face was even more ashamed.

Within just a few moves, he had been defeated twice in a row by Bai Qian.

If Bai Qian had not been good-willed and had not knocked him down on the spot, then he would have been dead long ago.

"Why?" he said softly.

He looked at the man dancing under the moonlit night, or the decayed old man dancing under the moonlit night.

"Why not kill me?"

"I clearly came to kill you."

He said softly.

Bai Qian did not answer.

But the sound of chanting poems continues.

"The wild geese fly long and the light is not far away, and the fish and dragons leaps into the water and writes the text."

"Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but I was poor that I didn't return home in half of the spring."

"The river flows and spring is about to end, and the moon sets in the river pond and sets in the west again."

Bai Qian's body is like a swallow, moving around in a small area. Her swordsmanship is exquisite and her moves are breathtaking.

Only Mr. Zhou stood aside, silent, and was already in tears.

As the supervisor of Bailu Academy, he also serves as Bai Qian's assistant and close friend.

I'm afraid he is the only one in this world who knows the most about Bai Qian's physical condition and condition.

After being sad and intoxicated by Liu Pingye's palm, he forcibly fought with Liu Pingye.
To be continued...