The Yin Netherworld Ferry Boat floating in the Floating Life Ring trembled violently, flashing with green light, and the black sea water was pumped out, forming a protective layer around Yang Fan's body, and those red sound waves could no longer affect Yang Fan.

Seeing that the "Sound of Hui" was also blocked by Yang Fan, Zhang Zhi's eyebrows revealed a trace of solemnity, and the speed of the ten fingers plucking the strings slowed down a lot, and the fierce rhythm of the tune suddenly became sad and long, like a woman looking forward to her husband's return singing sadly. It's just that the voice is very sad, and the feelings are very sad.

"Horn Voice!

Wisps of blue light flew out of the strings, not directly towards Yang Fan, but exploded around Yang Fan, turning into drops of blue rain, swimming through the waters of the Black Sea and landing on Yang Fan's body.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, as if as soon as the rain fell on his shoulders, his shoulders were not his own. As soon as he falls on his own feet, his feet are no longer his own. It is as if after the rain hits his whole body, he no longer exists, but merges with the rain and scatters it.

Seeing that Yang Fan was numb and no longer moving, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Zhi's mouth. In his heart, victory was at hand. He played the Yaochi Baoqin even more to his heart's content, focusing all his attention on Yang Fan.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared behind him, and two huge bear paws appeared in front of him.

"A bear hug for you!"

Feeling the strangeness behind him, Mr. Zhi, who had always been extremely calm, was finally moved, he quickly stopped playing the tune, his whole body tightened, and suddenly ice thorns grew out of his body and stabbed towards the bear hug that attacked him.

"Icicle power!"

Xiong Hu's face did not change, and his body was also tight, and those extremely sharp ice spikes penetrated his armor, but they were stuck out of his body alive.

"Impregnable!"

Just as Zhang Zhi stopped playing and entangled with the bear, the little dragon appeared from the floating ring again, and the ape magic stick stretched rapidly in his palm and slammed into Zhang Zhi's body.

"Ahh

"Smack!"

Zhang Zhi was like an iron man, smashing the top of the Sifang Pavilion, and then sat down on the pavilion, the expression on his face had become very serious.

He never thought that in addition to Xiaolong, there was actually a monster of the Water Soul Realm!

He instantly figured out why Yang Fan was still fearless after knowing his strength.

However, he was not entangled in the emotion of failure, and when he was about to play the next song, his face was still so confident except for a little more solemnity.

And this time, he is even more confident!

"The piano and the sword are singing!"

The sound of the piano sounded, and the long sword under the piano flew out, blooming with bursts of light in mid-air. The next moment, one after another sound waves poured into the qinjian, and the qinjian suddenly turned into ten, ten into hundreds, and hundreds into thousands......

The next moment, under the simultaneous attack of Jiao Hui Yu Sanyin, thousands of sword shadows fell from the sky.

Mr. Zhi has finally used his killer move, the final move of the four-star soul technique "Piano and Sword Harmony"!

At this moment, although Yang Fan Xiaolong and Xiong Bao were both Water Soul Realm soul guests, under this burst of piano sound and sword rain, they seemed so small and fragile.

It seems that in the next second, they will be reduced to nothing.

On a snowy night when it was about to dawn, ten long white rays of light suddenly crossed by, like fleeting meteors.

Meteors are brilliant and ephemeral. But it was this short-lived meteor that created extraordinary brilliance.

Ten sword qi burst out of the sword at the same time, overturning the top of the pavilion under Zhang Zhi's feet, drowning Zhang Zhi, and all the qin sound and sword rain came to an abrupt end in an instant.

Syllable!

Zhang Zhi's body was unbalanced and fell from the top of the pavilion. There were already several incisions on his body, blood was surging wildly, and a pool of blood suddenly appeared in the square pavilion.

Yang Fan walked towards Zhang Zhi, quickly put the Yaochi Baoqin into the Floating Life Ring, and then gasped for breath in front of Zhang Zhi.

His face was extremely pale, and he released ten sword qi at once, which had already overdrawn his spiritual power.

But this was also his most powerful method without using the Five Elements Divine Palm and Soul Qi Wave.

When Zhang Zhi used the "Horn Sound", he had already let Xiong Hu go to a sneak attack, interrupting Zhang Zhi's playing. He took advantage of the fact that when the bear hug was entangled with Zhang Zhi, he quickly healed the injury with water soul power, adjusted his state, and used this fatal blow to Zhang Zhi when Zhang Zhi made a killer move.

Such a smooth but carefully calculated fighting style is exactly what was admired by the master named Ma Ziyu under King Yan.

After all, Mr. Zhi still died under the sword aura of the sword and became the sixth person.

Zhang Zhi hadn't lost his breath yet, but Yang Fan didn't dare to stay for a long time, the last blow just now destroyed the Sifang Pavilion, and there was a big commotion, and the people in the backyard were afraid that they would be awakened, so he had to leave quickly.

Yang Fan stared at Zhang Zhi and said sincerely: "You are a very attractive person. If we weren't hostile, I wouldn't bear to kill you. ”

Zhang Zhi was already dying, but he looked at Yang Fan's eyes and was much relieved.

Then, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Don't forget, you're a killer, you're here to kill, how can you not kill me?"

"Offended, Mr. Chi. Yang Fan bowed slightly to Zhang Zhi.

Zhang Zhi turned his head, glanced at the snowy night with heavy snowfall, and said with a smile: "I have no regrets about dying in my favorite quiet home." It's just a pity that I didn't have a chance to tell my cousin that your Zhao family is not as weak as he imagined, and you should raise your vigilance by twelve points. Otherwise, more people will die. ”

"Whew......" he exhaled, and there was no more air intake. His gaze was firmly fixed on the sky that had a faint glimmer of light, and he silently recited: "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, I will never forget." Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Madame, I can finally see you again......"

After speaking, his mouth tightened, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Fan hurriedly squatted down, clasped his chin, and a trace of sadness slipped from his eyes.

He had bitten his tongue and killed himself.

Yang Fan stood up, bowed to Zhang Zhi again, and then stepped on the snowy night that was about to be flooded by the sun, braved the wind and snow, passed through the moon gate, and disappeared into the vast night.

In the sky, the snow seemed to be falling even bigger.

A snowflake the size of a goose feather fell on Zhang Zhi's body and slowly melted.

Zhang Zhi's face was stained with blood and he was a little embarrassed. But the curvature outlined by the corners of his mouth is a happy smile.

It was as if he had been looking forward to this day all along.

Because somewhere in his heart, there is always a lonely grave, and there is nowhere to talk about desolation.