Wang Liefeng stood stiffly and said word by word: "Prison warden, I want to take two people from here." ”

The warden said, "There are always only two people in the arena who can come out alive. ”

Wang Liefeng smiled: "So, if you don't give in, I have to kill you." ”

The warden smiled: "I'll try to win first?"

Liu Anshi pushed Wang Liefeng violently, and said in a low voice: "Get down, don't get hurt!"

Wang Liefeng was stunned: "What?"

Raise your hands, fold your hands, fold your palms in the shape of holding water, hollow, fold your fingers into a bunch, and leave only a small hole between your two thumbs to blow holes, which is a Xun look. Slowly, he took a deep breath, brought his hand close to his mouth, gently pressed the joint of his thumb between the two lips, and after the gesture was close to his mouth, he aimed it at the hole and blew gently.

"Woo......"

Here it comes.

The warden does not need a knife.

He doesn't use a knife, and he can make people put it down.

He can kill people with a handful of skills.

Every time he blew, Zhao Ji in the high place vibrate.

It hurts, how can it hurt - when I heard this voice, it hurt to dig my heart out of my stomach, like a serious injury!

After three sounds, Wang Liefeng leaned against the wall, gasping in pain, his facial muscles twitched violently, his face turned pale, and his muscles flared up, and the onlookers above were even more down-

The arena is designed to help amplify the sound over and over again!

Wang Liefeng's fingers were trembling, and his face was still distorted.

He looked at Liu Anshi, who was standing, walking step by step, holding a knife and walking past the warden's side, raising the knife and slashing over.

The warden could feel it. There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly turned to look at him - the music suddenly became louder, and Liu Anshi was caught off guard by the music full of internal force, and the whole person soared into the air and hit the wall and then slid down, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

People like Liu Anshi and Wang Liefeng can't withstand the sound of his hands, and the people above can't even more.

They either retched with their heads bowed or fell unconscious.

What happens when you plug your ears? The music seemed to come through the cracks of all existence, through the teeth, through the bones, through the visible and invisible eyes—all the way to the heart, to the mind, to stir upside down, to destroy the human spirit as if it were in heaven.

Is shouting useful?—— it's useless, even if you use the temple bell to ring a sound that can be heard by the whole country, you can't stop the sound!

It can only be suppressed with a knife. He barely stood up, two knives on the ground—half blade, half hilt.

He had never learned the rhythm of sound, but only thought about overpowering him, so by feeling, he imagined the knife as the piano that his sister had learned, and struck it angrily, only to hear a clang!

Although this sound was not very beautiful, it tore through the formation of music made by the warden, and shot out like a hidden weapon, and the sound of the warden's hand was broken at once!

At this moment, Liu Anshi jumped into the air and slashed at the warden, Wang Liefeng also got up and threw the half of the knife towards the warden's face, as long as it hit, it would be killed.

However, the warden reacted quickly, he took a breath, blew the hand again, and the sound was even louder, shocking Liu Anshi to stumble and fall to the ground again, and the flying knife deviated from the track—but it was only for a moment, but it was enough! The warden raised his hand that was wrapped in armor, struck upward, and half of the flying knife flew up with a clatter, turning his head and flying towards Liu Anshi!

Liu Anshi sat paralyzed on the ground, lost his mind for a moment, and used all his strength to resist the music, not noticing the knife flying towards him.

Wang Liefeng had a splitting headache, and when he looked up and saw that Liu Anshi was about to be injured, he ran over with his body and pushed him away.

The knives whizzed past him, slamming into the wall behind him. Wang Liefeng originally planned to use it again, but when he turned his head, the blade was deeply embedded in the wall, and it was difficult to pull it out, and without the handle, I was afraid that he would have to pay the price of blood.

The warden continued to blow his hand.

The moans gradually faded - not because the power was weak, but because the people had fainted one by one. Only the warden's music rang out melodiously and subduedly, a piece of death.

Wang Liefeng secretly resisted with all his strength, while observing the warden's next move, and then he remembered Zhao Ji.

A person who has no internal strength, if it sounds like he's going to die, is the warden going to kill the two of them, or—

Or are you going to kill everyone present?

At this time, Wang Liefeng heard a burst of melodious music, coming from above his head.

This sound is similar to that of the warden, in that it is held in the shape of a hand and blown out, and it is a primitive, archaic, perhaps the principle of the original musical instrument.

It is a very strange and special thing that the warden can use his hands as musical instruments to make sounds, but it is even more surprising that there are people here who can also use his hands. And the tune is the same as that of the warden, but it is blown from the beginning, and it is self-conscious, and it is suddenly low, and suddenly it is high, melodious and clear.

If the warden's music is the sound of death, it is full of vividness, the little antelope that has just been born and is trying to get up and jumping alive, the sweet stream that flows all the way down from the waterfall, the verdant leaves stained with dew in the morning market, the dew rolling down.

However, the voice was humorous and forbearing, and for the warden's music, it was a murderous and-for-tat!

At first, the music was low, steady with a slight tremor of youth, like someone in the ice and snow, a man in the storm, hesitating in the snow, the heavy snow crushed his back, the wind brushed his hair white, he stood without reaction, like a statue, opened his mouth to swallow the snow, and the sheep around him bleated from the cold. He seemed to think of the past and his hometown, and remembered those warm and sweet tender days, and the music gradually detached from its stability, becoming more and more high-pitched, and the sweetness and pain alternated, which made people's ears ache and feel sad.

The warden's music was the north wind, which soon regained the upper hand, and the north wind roared, as if it wanted to destroy everything, and frantically tore at him, biting his throat, and for a moment both voices were hoarse and choked, and it was heartbreaking!

Like a wild beast! The north wind blows heartbreakingly.

The music above hesitated - Wang Liefeng understood that this hesitation meant injury, and the music above had no offensive power, just to interrupt the warden's music containing internal force, and if the warden intended to fight against it, it would definitely be hit hard!

However, it did not hesitate for too long, after a pause for a moment, the music above suddenly soared, up to the clouds, Yixing Fei, and suddenly graceful and elegant, it gradually circled into the air, higher and higher, as if implying more than ten years of sadness, the sound is unimaginable, for a time the sky is high and the sea is wide, huge and far.

Like a goose flying south, stretching its wings and flying towards its hometown, the wild goose flies farther and farther, becoming bigger and bigger, and becomes a huge and friendless bird——

Kunshan jade shattered phoenix called, hibiscus wept and smiled.

This cry and laughter was a setback, which made the warden's music cut and interrupted in an instant!

The warden was taken aback, and his hands broke away, making it difficult to continue!

He looked at his tiger's mouth, there was blood!

All of a sudden, the oppressive music died down, and everyone was rescued, panting and struggling to get up.

The warden slowly raised his head, looked through his helmet, and said to the top: "What a "Su Wu Shepherd"! I haven't seen him for more than ten years, but I have grown a lot, and I have surpassed him as a teacher. ”

As a teacher?

Wang Liefeng was startled, and looked up, who was here, it was actually his apprentice?

The warden said slowly, "It's just, my fool, are you here?"

His voice was completely different. From low and rich, to clear and thin. It's not the change in pitch, but the timbre is like a completely different person, which is his original voice.

It's just that under the armor, a thicker voice is more intimidating.

"The apprentice is disrespectful, please forgive me. Zhao Ji said.

He stretched out his sleeve to wipe the blood away.

His voice was calm: "Master, I have been looking for you for more than ten years. ”