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Among the thousands of troops, a domineering figure, brazenly alone, fell in one step, already ten zhang away, the power of the flesh was terrifying, Bai Wuchang was caught under his armpit and showed a small head and asked: "What is the whole brother?" They're all crazy. "Mourning is all over the wilderness, and the scene of Shura.

Under the other armpit, Black Impermanence said in unison: "If the heavens want to destroy it, they must first make it crazy." ”

Jun Qianyan, who was running, was slightly stunned and said, "You two are not affected by the sound of the piano? ”

Bai Wuchang raised his eyelids and said proudly: "That's a must, don't look at who my brother is, my brother is the first person to reincarnate impermanence." "Since ancient times, there have been many strange things, who has heard the theory of impermanence reincarnation.

Hei Wuchang said honestly: "That's right, yes, I just can't understand what song is being talked about, but it's very good." ”

Jun Qianyan was immediately relieved: "Black and white impermanence is the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old ghost, and the strength of the soul is beyond imagination, comparable to ordinary people. There were words in his mouth, but his feet did not stop, and after a short time, he rushed out of the battlefield with the two of them.

Bai Wuchang patted his chest and said with palpitations: "It's scared to death the baby, let's run three times." ”

Black impermanence echoed: "If you want to drip and drip, you want to drip." ”

The sound of killing, shouting, screaming, and screaming was in his ears, and Jun Qianyan said solemnly: "No, if I leave, no one here will survive, I want to go back, you go back to Jincheng and wait for me." ”

Bai Wuchang smiled: "We can't be left behind as heroes, right, let's talk about what task do you give us?" My two brothers can't do anything else, their legs and feet are faster. ”

Black impermanence bared his teeth and said: "If you want to drip, you want to drip." ”

Jun Qianyan also knew that the matter was serious, and he couldn't delay it, and said: "Fetch me a pair of lyre, no matter what method you use, be fast!" ”

Black and white impermanence said in unison: "Order." "Before the sound fell, the man was gone, as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, the rabbit was difficult to follow, and the vicious dog was slow to pounce.

Jun Qianyan turned around and walked sideways, and resolutely stepped into the battlefield, not for killing, but for saving the soul, the dark iron armor was on his body, so that he could move forward wantonly, cut off its roots to stop its source, break through many obstacles, and only stopped in front of the provocation drum, the drum surface was stained with beast blood before the war, and now it is all human blood, I really don't know whether to provoke the drum or provoke people.

The original drummer was a big man, more than eight feet long, with a large waist and ten girths, with his chest and breasts, and his courage and strength, and now he fell to the ground miserably, the corpse was separated, the mouth was connected to the ear, the drum hammer was broken, the drum stood upright, his eyes were full of anger, and the iron fist danced, and he hit the drum surface fiercely.

"Boom!"

Like a spring thunder exploding in the ears, the thunderbolt echoes in the nine heavens! The killing sound is a pause, and the mountains and rivers are awe-inspiring! In the loud bang, a magnificent word came out: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests." Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. "The drum sound is like thunder, ringing for several miles, the sound shakes the tiles, the words are shocked, the pond fish are frightened, and the earth shakes the mountains. The three armies were suspended, and their eyes were slightly late.

The drum sounded again, the wind and rain were overwhelming, like a big river and big waves, rushing endlessly. The tone is high-pitched: "Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and roads." Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad! "The three armies paused, and the cloudy eyes gradually became clearer.

Three drums sounded, the iron was ringing, the fists were like a sudden, the breath was back to the bowels, and Jun Qianyan's eyes were like electricity, just like the ancient sages coming to the world: "Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing; When will the courtiers perish? Set up a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain! Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky! A heavy punch, containing his intentions, his thoughts, his pity for the miserable situation in the world, the drum was embarrassed, broken, fisted into the drum, the sound moved thousands of miles, like a river pouring down, zigzag echoing, the drum stopped, and its sound did not stop. The three armies stood still, and sorrow came from it. The blood of the hand, the blood of the enemy, the body of the body, the body of the best friend! You don't see the head of Qinghai, and no one collects the ancient white bones.

The night is getting deeper, the people are getting colder, the night is as cool as water, the moonlight is like a flower, the stars are dotted, like a dream.

Looking along the moonlight, a bright figure hangs in the sky, the clouds are piled with green buns, lotus clothes are side by side, the waist is slim, the pearls are shining, the hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, Luo Yi He is fluttering, and the light coat is far away with the wind. Under the moon, it is really like Yaochi descending into the world, and the cold is in the dust.

January, one person, one piano.

The moonlight is hazy, it is difficult to see the sky, the woman spoke, if the pearl is on the plate, crisp and pleasant: "Dare to ask the name and surname of Mr.?" ”

Jun Qianyan took out the hand in the drum and replied cautiously: "In Xia Guangling, the scholar Jun Qianyan, I don't know the girl's name?" "In the middle of the night, hanging in the air, celibate, either a ghost or a fairy.

The woman's jade hand was raised lightly, and she said half-covered: "The little woman's surname is Yao, and her single name is a Ji character." "The sound is like a yellow oriole singing green, sweet and refreshing.

Jun Qianyan took off the thick black iron heavy armor on his arms and then asked, "I heard that the girl has no killing intentions in the piano, why bother everyone here?" ”

The woman sighed and said helplessly: "It's just entrusted by others." ”

Jun Qianyan held a scholarly salute and said: "Since the girl has no intention of killing, can Xiaosheng dare to ask the girl to raise her hand and let them go?" ”

Yao Ji shook her head and said, "If it's still a little possible, but it's too late at this time. ”

The moon is like a silver plate, hanging high in the air, unconsciously missing a small opening, like being licked by something unknown, the silver-white light is tilted on the ground, a soldier subconsciously looks up at the moon, the pupil is the reflection of the moon, elegant and delicate. Suddenly, he screamed miserably, his eyes were bleeding, and he clasped his eye sockets with both hands, wishing he could tear them. The sky changed, as if something terrible had appeared, opened its bloody mouth, swallowed the moon in one gulp, and the world fell into darkness, reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, as if the end was coming.

The earth trembled, and a heavy sense of oppression struck, suffocating, and Harukahime's face changed greatly: "Get out of here quickly, otherwise there will be no life!" ”

The ground shook more violently, if the angry sea waves, an indescribable evil breath drilled out from the ground, this evil is too thick, shaped like sewage, strong like black smoke, Wu Yue soldiers showed a frightened color, a terrible legend emerged in the mind, it is rumored that this place was originally a valley, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, suddenly one day, blood rain poured, dark clouds covered the moon, countless corpses fell from the sky, for three days, blood stained the ground red, the corpse filled the abyss, every moonlit night, there will be a dead soul screaming, the soul is the soul of a hundred battles, the army before death, training after death, the sky can not be collected, Don't dare to stay in the land, be a hero in life, and be a ghost in death!

"Kill!"

The bloody wind is fierce, the battle flag is flying, the horses are galloping, the red blood is entropy, the gods of a hundred battles, breaking the ground and falling, the mighty, the iron hooves are strong, stepping through the city of the six kings, licking the wounds shirtless, who is sweeping the edge?

"Great Qin Iron Cavalry!"

In the past eight years, Jun Qianyan has never been so surprised, what does it mean that the ancient soldiers have reappeared here? What's the deal with the inexplicable familiarity? Why did he plunge into this place from the Six Gates of Reincarnation? Is it a coincidence or a deliberate one?

The evil spirit is rushing to the sky, and the murderous spirit is even more boundless!

Wu Yue's elite soldiers are under the iron cavalry of Daqin, fragile and straw-like, Hugh said to attack, neither of them has the idea of resisting, at the moment of crisis, the black and white impermanence two people are like two whirlwinds galloping, the two of them are carrying a lyre in their hands, Jun Qianyan sits cross-legged, puts the piano on the knee, the head of the piano to the right, the tail of the piano on the left, and the pole on the right side. Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change color, and the ancient well said without waves: "Burn incense." "Black and white impermanence knows his rules, and he has long been prepared.

The fragrance is scattered, the sound of the piano is leisurely, at the beginning, it is like a gurgling source, resounding through the empty mountain, there are murmuring mountain springs, gurgling streams, indifferent, elegant, profound, far-reaching artistic conception.

The music was in his ears, and the iron horse was actually suffocated, and after a short stay, Jun Qianyan saw blood on his five fingers, and the huge power of counterattack invaded the five internal organs, wanting to destroy it, as if to tell him that the coercion of the Great Qin Iron Horse could not be blasphemed.

"Hey, aren't you afraid of death?" A woman's sigh lingered in his ears.

Jun Qianyan raised his head and said firmly towards the sky: "What joy is life, what is fear of death, but I want to be worthy of my heart!" After the words, the hands moved quickly, the sound of the piano changed sharply, if the secluded spring out of the mountain, the wind and water, the waves of the angry sea, there is a vast and unfathomable momentum!

The sound waves are like day, and the iron rider is late. The black hair is scattered, dancing with the wind, his face is pale, the blood drips on the strings, the five organs are injured, and the pain is unspeakable, but he has never stopped, because he can't stop, let alone stop, the stop represents the death of Wu Yue's soldiers, before the million iron horses, he played alone on the moon, and the white clothes were stained with blood.

Just when his internal organs were burning, another piano sound joined the battlefield, and he still saw the top of the high mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, erratic, and ethereal!

The ensemble of two world-beating sounds is like a phoenix and a dragon. Listen quietly, as if sitting on a dangerous boat across the Wu Gorge, dizzy, thrilling, several suspects that this body has been running in the mountains, when thousands of ravines are contending.

Mountains and rivers are extinct in the world! This song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world?

The two looked at each other very tacitly, and then, the tune slowed down, as if the light boat had passed, and it was like a feint, sometimes the aftermath of the rock, sometimes the whirlwind was slightly wet, and the ocean was full of joy, and the hope of the ancient tune was sincere! ”

At the end of the song, the soul is gone......