The melodious sound of the song seems to lead the wandering spirit who cannot find a home.

A song of requiem, the sound of heaven rings in the ears, on this battlefield, it is especially rare.

This is the immortal music that every martial artist in the ancient martial arts world wants to hear the most, and is also the most afraid to hear!

Each of Pei Qingzhu's requiems is very different, but it can go deep into the soul. She is purifying people's souls and returning them to reincarnation.

But every requiem sounds, which means that a fresh life has come to an end!

Du Hun is not a martial artist of the Gu Wu clan, and he also lacks knowledge of the Blue Devil.

After listening to the song quietly, his already boiling killing intent gradually dissipated. What is it in this world that is worth fighting for?

In a trance, the memories he has been able to leave for decades seem to be only missions and killings.

He never judged the merits. In his opinion, it was the Yun family that gave him the resources to practice martial arts, and all he had to do was to obey the call of the Yun family and do his best.

Under the requiem of this song, Du Hun's long-lost memories slowly flooded into his heart.

In my childhood, that small mountain village. My father held a hunting bow for a long time, and the calluses from the tiger's mouth were grinded out; When he was young, he ate a lot of food, and every time his mother served rice, she specially brought him a small basin; The old patriarch at the entrance of the village often hid it and kept it for his venison......

It's like a silent movie, vividly in front of him, unfolding scene by scene.

Where are they?

Du Hun suddenly remembered that since he was taken out of that small mountain village by the people of the Yun family, he had never gone back!

His eyes gradually hollowed, his whole body relaxed, and Du Hun had completely forgotten that he was on the battlefield now.

"Du Hun! On the battlefield of life and death, how can you be distracted? The Yun family has raised you for 100 days, it is the time to move forward, how can you retreat! Yun Chengshu's loud shout woke Du Hun up.

This shout was quite suspected of violating the rules, and loud boos rang out in the royal family's military array. But Yun Chengshu can't take care of it anymore! Pei Qingzhu's sound kills the soul, before she became a great success, she was famous for a while, but there are very few people who have really experienced it herself.

In Yun Chengshu's view, Du Hun had already set foot on the road, and in an instant, he was in danger of destruction. Du Hun's life is nothing, but this battle can't be lost like this!

Du Hun woke up suddenly, and cold sweat flowed down his back.

In the situation just now, if Pei Qingzhu wants to kill him, I'm afraid he won't have the strength to fight back! The Blue Devil, known as the most bizarre ancient martial arts, is really powerful!

Shaking his head and expelling all the distracting thoughts, Du Hun had a killing intent Ling Ran, staring at Pei Qingzhu's eyes, and a trace of scarlet appeared.

It's all demagogic fantasies! I, Du Hun, now have to be a high-ranking official, and I have to ride a horse, all this wealth and wealth rely on boundless killing, how can I turn back?

Kill!

With murderous intentions, Du Hun no longer dared to fight with Pei Qingzhu, and strode forward, and the iron stick had already been raised.

Once I attack, I have to lock on to the opponent, no matter how good her body is, as long as I play steadily and advance step by step, I will definitely be able to cut her here!

When Du Hun rushed forward, he had already left at least thirty percent of his energy on sealing Pei Qingzhu's back road.

Even if you let her escape, you have to keep it within the range of your continuous hits!

"Stubborn! Then I have to cut off your two souls, scatter your seven spirits, and help you reincarnate! ”

A trace of fierceness suddenly flashed in Pei Qingzhu's eyes, he stomped his feet, his body rushed up, and he rushed straight to Du Hun.

The distance between the two was not far away, and this sudden attack greatly surprised Du Hun's expectations. How dare she take the initiative? Look for death!

The big stick smashed on the head, and the evil wind swept in the face.

Pei Qingzhu slid up and grabbed it, but he was just sideways, and the big stick grazed his clothes. The green bamboo flute in his hand leaned out, put it on the big stick, pressed it, followed it around the stick body, and held it below.

An iron stick as thin as an egg, and a bamboo flute as slender as a thumb, no matter who looks at it, it is definitely not a level of opponent.

But Du Hun, who was on the battlefield, only felt that the big stick in his hand was like being struck by lightning, and a huge force rushed back, shaking his entire arm numb!

This is not Pei Qingzhu's strength, it is the whirling force that pushes and supports that pulls Du Hun's own strength back.

The so-called four or two thousand pounds does not mean that the weak can really defeat the strong!

It is necessary to have the strength of a thousand catties before there is a trick of four taels. Pei Qingzhu's pressure happened to be the most hearty moment when he smashed under Du Hun. Just one press, and he will be crushed into the dust with a stick that he has knocked out.

Du Hun picked up the momentum, and wanted to forcibly control the shelf that he pounced on, but as soon as Xinli was born, he ate again.

His own strength rolled back, and the muscles of his arm trembled violently, if it wasn't for the back hand to pull the tail of the stick, the big stick would probably come out of his hand!

Pei Qingzhu approached instantly, and the bamboo flute in his hand drew a strange arc in the air, pointing at Du Hun's eyebrows.

The bamboo flute was still on the way, and a scream sounded from the bamboo flute.

When Pei Qingzhu was eight years old, he was known as Tianyin, especially good at bamboo flute! In fact, for her, there is no need to play at all, as long as she controls the body of the flute and swims quickly in the air, she can make music with the help of air!

And the sound killing technique she practiced was hidden in this bamboo flute.

When the flute sounded again, Du Hun only felt a little dizzy in his head, and he only had a second at most, and he quickly woke up.

But for a master like Pei Qingzhu, let alone a second, even if it's just a blink of an eye, it's enough for her to kill you ten times!

In just one second, Pei Qingzhu did a total of three things!

The first piece, stepping close to the body, a narrow dagger in his left hand showed out, and everything around Du Hun's wrist.

The second, the flute was pierced and dotted on the point of the seal on his eyebrows.

The third piece is to retreat and float five steps away.

It comes and goes, leaving no chance for a reaction.

Du Hun's eyes flickered, and when he saw Pei Qingzhu suddenly retreating, he thought that she was going to run away, and she was going to raise her foot and rush forward, and she was going to sweep with a stick!

At this moment, he suddenly found that his right hand was light, his eyes swept down, and his right hand had been cut off by his wrist, and he fell on the sand with the big stick!

The brain became heavier and heavier, the nasal cavity was sore, and he couldn't breathe, and double images began to appear in front of him, and the green shadow in front of him gradually became blurred.

Opening his mouth wide and inhaling hard, Du Hun also raised his left hand and rubbed his eyes.

The upper body maintained the posture of rushing forward, but he couldn't move a step under his feet, and with a "snap", he fell straight to the battlefield!

The entire battlefield, thousands of people, silent!

This battle is simply incredible. That slender green shadow now looks like a demon god, which makes people desperate.

The imaginary war did not happen at all. From beginning to end, Du Hun just smashed a stick!

Even the corners of his clothes were not touched, Pei Qingzhu's flute was pointed out, and the secret energy entered the skull, causing Du Hun's brain death in an instant!

Even after his death, the instinct of his body made him make a forward gesture.

Blue Devils! This is the Blue Devil who has never heard of a defeat in the past thirty years, Pei Qingzhu!

Where a song rests with a requiem, there will be ghosts going to the Yellow Spring.

The more people are afraid of the unknown!

Heavenly Soul's battle, although it was full of anger, after all, he could still see his moves and calculations clearly. But in this battle, most people don't know what happened, Du Hun has fallen.

From today on, all the martial artists present, one is counted as one, and no one will be willing to face Pei Qingzhu again!

Under the unpredictability of the sound killing technique, Pei Qingzhu is a real god and demon in the other world, invincible, dare not be defeated!

Unless someone can get started in the first place, disrupt her rhythm, and don't let her perform the sound killing technique. Or a real master of holding Dan, who can condense the qi and blood of the whole body, enter the body into the body, and suspend his death, without being affected by sound killing. Otherwise, if you fight alone, no one will be the best of the Blue Devils!

This is the real invincible under Jindan!

Let's put it more seriously, even if he is a Jindan master, if he is not vigilant, as long as he is attacked by Pei Qingzhuyin's killing technique, he will definitely die!

It's just that with the power of the real Dan Realm, it is impossible for Pei Qingzhu to get close without being captured by his spiritual sense.

Lin Ruochen had been with Pei Qingzhu for more than a month, and he knew that she was powerful, but he never thought that her real strength had reached this point!

At this time, thinking back to what Gongsun Ruoli explained about Dan, I had a little more understanding.

To the extreme, keep quiet. To our gods in the void and to the extremes of it, to keep their gods in silence and do their best.

Only by condensing the divine soul to this realm can there be hope of holding Dan!

Gongsun Ruoli said that those fake pills are just the way to die, and he is not wrong at all.

If you can't reach the realm of the divine soul, rashly carry the qi and blood, and enter the body condensing pill, you will be brain dead in an instant, isn't it the way to die?

People say that when you hold Dan, there is a great terror. It seems that it is based on this.

In the entire battlefield, if you have to say that there is a martial artist who has the qualifications to hold Dan, it must be Pei Qingzhu. Now that she has a great soul, what she lacks is only qi and blood cultivation.

Lin Ruochen only felt that his mind was transparent, and it turned out that there was still a vague path ahead of martial arts, and Huo Ran was cheerful.

Gongsun Ruoli told him about Dan Dao, but after all, it was better to see a martial artist of such a realm with his own eyes and make a move! It's a pity that in the entire battlefield, I am afraid that he is the only one who can understand it, Lin Ruochen!

Cangtai, who was always following behind Lin Ruochen, had a brilliant light in his eyes.

He was really blown away. Although he has not been in contact with martial arts for a long time, he has practiced the most authentic exercises. The martial arts of the Heavenly Soul had already amazed him before, but now that Pei Qingzhu made a move, he didn't see it clearly at all, he could only say that he was shocked!

He had even begun to look forward to Master's finale.

Such a martial artist is the goal he pursues in Cangtai's heart. I'm going to be like that!

Until Pei Qingzhu returned to his own position, the battlefield seemed to be still in an ignorant dead silence.

A little late, in the direction of the Ancient Heavenly Kingdom, the sound of the military horn broke through the air!

Yun Chengshu's face was already hideous. The strength of the royal family far exceeded his estimates, and even this Shiban battle, which was extremely important to him, was no longer under his control.

What else? Only war! It's a blood-stained battlefield, and there is only war!

A martial artist roared loudly, cheered himself up, and rushed from the military formation to the battlefield.

He was glad for himself, no matter how strong the next opponent was, at least it would not be a desperate person who was powerless to fight!