Boom –

In the midst of this earth-shattering bang, a wave of heat rose into the air and rushed to the top, and violent explosions came and went, and the rubble collapsed, crumbling and falling, smashing into the corpses on the ground in the arena - as early as the moment of the explosion, they had been traumatized, and their bodies were sifted like chaff, and there was no hope of survival. There are those whose bodies are torn apart and are directly lifeless, and there are those who are still squirming, but they are hit by a flying boulder, and the blood is splashed three feet, and they still struggle for a while before dying. Scarlet blood splattered onto the walls and flowed down again, obscured by the falling stones.

The terrifying scenery made Wang Liefeng, who walked to the edge of the arena to check the situation, also taken aback, his eyelids jumped sharply, turned his head, and said to Zhao Ji: "Your Highness, let's go." ”

Zhao Ji turned around and said, "Ah, I'll come now." Strange, where did Lord Liu go, what did he take......"

As he spoke, Wang Liefeng rushed over and pulled him over.

Zhao Ji only heard a loud bang behind him, and when he looked back, several huge stones fell where he was standing. He gasped and said, "Is this going to fall?"

In the face of bad things, a casual sentence of a person is very likely to come true.

Before Zhao Ji's words fell, a huge roar came again.

Like the desperate roar of a lion, like the wail of a tiger dying in death. It was the sonorous sound of the shield falling to the ground, the breaking of a coffin, the friction of the chains in the prison, the struggle of a soul, the cessation of a heart, the heart of the whole prison in a frenzied and violent beat. The prison trembled and staggered, as if every piece of skin on the flying fish had fallen off, as if the flying fish had been dragged down as well.

Zhao Ji was dragged and stumbled a few steps, and when he reached the edge of the arena, Wang Liefeng pushed him down violently, and then jumped down with him, grabbed his clothes, lifted up, and slowed down a little. Zhao Ji remembered his timidity when he jumped off the wall, and thought to himself that it was no wonder that he pushed him down without saying a word - after all, the current situation is urgent.

As he fell, he saw a boulder flying down from the top.

All of a sudden, his mind went blank.

Man never knows how he will die. A sumo wrestler may fall to the ground and die silently, a mighty general may choke to death by a mouthful of water, and an emperor may suddenly die after falling in love with a harem concubine. - It's not a good guess, but he doesn't have time to change his mind. If this is the last thought of his life in life, then life is also impermanent enough

Wang Liefeng said softly: "-Don't worry. ”

He was ready to take the stones, large and small, sharp and dull, and they all fell on him.

Zhao Ji's eyes darkened, and he said, "Don't carry it hard!"

Gritting his teeth again, he felt that there was no other way, he was just exculpating himself. Feiyu just died, and it was Wang Liefeng's turn next. He already felt guilty, so he felt even more unkind and unjust, and his heart was naturally panicked.

- How painful would it be to be hit in the back and back of the head by a large rock, and would it be the same pain as the Flying Ray just endured, or would it not be 1/10,000th of it at all?

He waited in fear for "that moment" to come. When doom is imminent, people will have a strange expectation, and the hesitation and struggle between them can extend the blink of an eye to tens of thousands of years.

The feeling of death may be cold. Because he faintly felt cold.

- But why don't you feel anything?

Instead of hearing the crisp sound of the skull shattering, it was replaced by a "clang", the clear sound of vibrating the strings!

Played out from this piano, the music became rich and deep, desolate and far-reaching, full of pride.

The usual qin is often used for self-entertainment, the sound is low and clear, and the strings are made of silk, so the sound is small, and can only be used for self-entertainment, pleasing oneself and not others. But this one is different, its sound is crisp and bright, mixed with the noise of metal, and there is a hint of roughness.

The sound of the harp resounded throughout the prison, penetrating into the ears and shaking people's heads.

But it's not for people.

The vibration of the sound of the harp is directed against the stones.

Zhao Ji opened his eyes, Wang Liefeng took him to the ground safely, and the boulder above his head shattered into thin pieces, scattered like stars, and sprinkled his head all over his body softly, losing his attack power. At this moment, all the stones in the arena turned into sand.

Playing the piano is often associated with "people". If you have the skill to play the piano, others will be able to distinguish people from the sound, and a few strings will be able to turn words into string sounds, and the sound will reach the ears, reaching the bottom of your heart, or fresh and elegant, or proud, or sad and lonely. Zhao Ji was surprised, he didn't have time to admire, and suddenly there were three more bangs, from high to low, the voice echoed, lingering!

The music proceeded very slowly, and Zhao Ji was in one note at a time, distinguishing and comparing them one by one, and he knew it in his heart.

It was actually "Su Wu Shepherd" that had only been played twice and competed with each other.

It seems to be a show off, a long overdue party, a resounding legacy.

Wang Liefeng said: "What a strong internal force. ”

Zhao Ji said: "What a beautiful piano sound. ”

He looked up, and a man jumped down from it with a lyre in his arms, and his hand did not stop playing, causing the falling stones to shatter.

He landed steadily and walked briskly.

Wang Liefeng was taken aback and said, "Ah, Lord Liu?"

Liu Anshi smiled: "Sorry, it's been delayed for a long time, but I finally caught up!"

Zhao Ji followed Wang Liefeng briskly and asked, "You are a lyre, right? Why is the voice so strong?"

Liu Anshi said: "Because its strings are made of iron. When I first arrived, my favorite piano was taken away and smashed. Not only did I lose my entertainment, but I also lost my weapon of self-defense. But they didn't know that I could not only play the piano, but also make it. I always find a way to make a new one, so every time I fight, I need a knife, the wooden handle is used to make the body, and the blade is elongated by me to make the strings. I save a little material at a time, hit it once, build a little bit. I hid it near the ceiling. Today, it just so happens that only the last string is missing. ”

Zhao Ji nodded: "Thank you, you made a good piano." ”

In between nervous conversations, Wang Liefeng had already walked quickly to the cave and studied for a while: "This place uses a slightly softer stone, compared to the surrounding materials, it is indeed a door that can escape. However, it's not that it really shatters when touched, it's the shell of the entire dungeon, and I don't know why it's the 'shell' - it's made of harder stone, so hard that even if the Flying Ray uses such powerful gunpowder and blasts it desperately, it only works on the material in this one place. ”