Hei Yichen's opponent finally became the princess of Leng Xianghan County of the Nine Shadows Empire.

I have seen this Leng Xianghan on the stage many times before, and today is the first time I have met face-to-face.

Leng Xianghan is just like her name, Leng Ao is lonely like an iceman, she is petite, dressed in white, even more arrogant, jade-like snow skin is as translucent as snow, only the melon seed face has a touch of pink, and the slightly cool lips are set off blood red, like a poisonous cherry.

She stood there, with an extra guqin in her hand, cold as ice, and looking at the sky behind Hei Yichen as if no one was around.

Take a closer look at the guqin, with a non-obvious burnt black body, it looks ancient and melodious, but in Leng Xianghan's hands, before plucking the strings, there is a chill in the face, and you can see the extraordinary nature of this guqin.

"Wow, Leng Xianghan hasn't started the war yet, and he has already taken out the guqin. Could it be that she is so optimistic about Hei Yichen?"

"You don't know, every single one of the people who can make it to the top 30 is a freak. Leng Xianghan did this, but it was also a little safe. ”

"You don't know wow, Leng Xianghan is a very arrogant person, and Guqin's shot represents that she sees the other party as high as herself. ”

"Huh, really?"

“……”

Seeing that the crowd was still sitting in the crowd, there was a lot of discussion before the war started. When the competition arrives here, their eyes will no longer be attracted by the delicate and arrogant figures of those beauties, and they will pay more attention to the strength and mentorship of these players.

Huo Zhichen in the audience secretly rejoiced that Hei Yichen met Leng Xianghan after he removed the demons. If Hei Yichen was in the state a day ago, although he was calm on the surface, his heart was a little decadent and self-defeating, and he had no power to fight in the face of Leng Xianghan.

Leng Xiang gave a salute and said, "Black Pavilion Lord, please!"

Leng Xianghan never said a word in the game, this was the first time she spoke, although her voice was cold and not a little popular, but her voice was extremely good, like the cold and fragrant of the deep valley orchid.

There was silence. No one knows why Leng Xianghan has a soft spot for Hei Yichen, not only showed off his killing weapon at the beginning, but also treated him with courtesy.

Hei Yichen took his left hand, spread his right hand, and said, "Princess Leng, please!"

As soon as Hei Yichen's words fell, a touch of piano sound floated through the void, like the sound of heaven, endless.

At the beginning of the game, as Huo Zhichen expected, the guqin in Leng Xianghan's hand instantly burst out with amazing soul power, and the silver qin turned into a substantial metal sound, like tens of thousands of Jin Ge iron horses meeting and attacking Hei Yichen, just in a breath, he was completely enveloped, like ten thousand vines wrapped around his body.

Hei Yichen's face changed slightly, and he felt a tingling pain in his mind, as if his hands instantly became a little numb, although he had already studied Leng Xianghan and her guqin, but in the real actual combat, he felt the murderous aura that the sound of the qin was pervasive.

In just one photo, Hei Yichen's skin was cut by the sound of the murderous piano and cut out a few blood marks, killing intent everywhere, and it was terrifying step by step. In particular, the tingling pain in my mind was like a thousand threads through a thousand years of memory, shattering everything.

Hei Yichen couldn't wait any longer, jumped up, followed the uncatchable note, and left.

I have to say that although Leng Xianghan is indulgent in the guqin, her speed is still extremely fast, not only the sound of the piano has never been interrupted, and she continues to send out powerful attacks, tearing Hei Yichen's tough skin and his divine sense, her movement speed is still extremely fast, from a distance, she is like a paper harrier in a hurricane, rolling in the wind, but there is always a line that holds her, and this line is the ring. Even though she has countless shadows in her body, she always surrounds the enchantment of the ring.

Such a terrifying battle of life and death made many viewers with slightly weaker strength feel as if they were in a cloud and fog, and some couldn't help but vomit blood from the corners of their mouths, and their spirits were disturbed by the sound of the piano and languished.

If Leng Xianghan was facing someone else, the other party's physical body was not as strong as Hei Yichen, maybe he would have been torn apart by the sound of the piano, or just like others, the divine magic collapsed, his divine consciousness was confused, and he was defeated.

However, Leng Xianghan's face today is more powerful than the cultivation of Hei Yichen, no matter how strong Leng Xianghan's piano sound changes from strong to weak, from sudden to slow, he always condescendingly looks down at Leng Xianghan, whose body is like a floating lotus, and his body rushes out like a cannonball, every time she makes a move, she can accurately appear in front of Leng Xianghan, and a terrifying wave of qi hits her hard.

Leng Xianghan became more and more frightened, no matter how sharp her sword-like and ubiquitous piano sound, she couldn't cut Hei Yichen's skin, even her curved sword and piano heart, the killing machine of the soul, failed to subdue Hei Yichen, and the other party could still endure the severe pain, tracking her ethereal figure, and killing accurately. She had never met such a perverted powerhouse, her physical body was as powerful as the magic power of the gods and gods, and Hei Yichen was the first.

Hei Yichen also became more and more frightened, and he was also impressed by Leng Xianghan's sharp qin magic in his heart. He especially noticed that the cold and cold sound of the piano was not terrible, it seemed to be powerful, but it was like a sword swinging, and there were traces to follow. However, when the sound of the piano was suspended, it was a contest of gods and magic, in addition to the invisible attack in her mind, she also had to resist her always amorphous music of soul, the sound of the piano demon.

The movements in Leng Xianghan's hands became slower and slower, and in the end, she seemed to be unable to control such a terrifying music, only to see that her fingers stroking the strings stiffened and slowed, and the speed of floating in the void also slowed down, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, as if she was undergoing an unbearable load of divine and demonic power.

The strong people who watched the game began to close the ears of the juniors around them, so that they would not feel the roar of death and the sound of death.

Leng Xianghan's Seven Peerless Qin Divine Skills, although he has not practiced to the highest level, but as the sound of the piano becomes slower and slower, every time the strings fluctuate, the heaven and earth are compassionate, and the mourning rhyme makes the smell of tears, sadness in the heart, and the mood is so low that he can't help himself.

At this time, Leng Xianghan and Guqin fused, as if they were one, the arrogance on her face disappeared, her face was sad, her eyes were full of tears, and she was pitiful.

Hei Yichen was also very uncomfortable at this time, he would rather face a power-type opponent than face an opponent like Leng Xianghan who specifically attacked the divine sense, that femininity and sadness, as if the demonic nature called out of the blood, soaked your whole body,

For Leng Xianghan, a set of combat plans was formulated, mainly for Leng Xianghan's unhappy childhood. Therefore, even though he was now in the midst of a continuous sound, countless negative emotions hit him, making him drowsy, indulging in the rhyme and unable to extricate himself, Hei Yichen still held on to his divine consciousness that was about to collapse.

Suddenly, Hei Yichen's face was solemn, and he said to Qu: "Cold dust, cold morning, sunset and autumn wind paint a sad fan, when will the remnant sun rest; ”

Leng Xianghan, who was immersed in the Seven Peerless Qinrun, was very surprised to hear Hei Yichen and Qu Tongbei. Ordinary people are afraid of being contaminated with that sadness, and try their best to resist sadness, but Hei Yichen resonates with Qu Run, as if he is in the shallow moon and deep night with Leng Xianghan, and sympathizes with the old man under the moon like water.

"A cold dust, a cold morning", "a fragrant and quiet, a worry", isn't it just him and her cold and fragrant? How does he know that I sit alone every night to wipe away my tears, and I am even more dreamy?

However, when Leng Xianghan and the poetry melody carefully tasted the meaning of the words, she suddenly stiffened, and the strings in her hands "clanged", and a high-pitched note was released, although she quickly regained her natural color, but a trace of blood flowed mercilessly along the corners of her mouth.

She sees through the mundane world and investigates life and death, but she can't escape the demons that have long resided in her heart.

That year, she didn't blink an eye, watching her closest person being tied to the execution ground and beheaded by a sharp magic weapon. The man, always smiling and looking up at her, at that time, he only had her and her mother in his eyes, and he seemed to be telling her in the end: everything in the world is not important, only they are always in his heart.

That man was her father!

Although her mother cried into tears, Leng Xianghan did not cry, her eyes were wide open, and she kept telling the man who loved her and loved her who was about to die: I listen to you, I will be happy and strong.

However, from that day on, she changed, she became no longer happy, she forgot her pain, she forgot life and death.