"Okay, okay, that's what I mean. You two dogs and men have been hiding for a few years, and I want to cut you two with a thousand knives every moment. Gu Jinghong's teeth squeaked.

"Hahaha, little girl, haven't I been walking around the rivers and lakes for a long time, and everyone is as arrogant as you? If you want to kill someone right under my nose, first ask me about the sword in my hand! Murong Shuang saw the woman in front of her speak wildly, and sneered, and the cyan sword in her hand shot out with cold light.

Gu Jinghong did not panic when he saw the old man flying over, and slowly took out the small drum on his waist, which was covered with skin at both ends, and the drum body was as green as jade, which was also the origin of her jade drum rakshasa.

The origin of this drum is extraordinary, the skin is the skin of the unicorn in the sea, the drum body is made of the branches of the strange tree of Beihan County, the two materials are very rare, not to mention the combination of the two into one to make a musical instrument, Gu Jinghong is also due to the accident in a mission to obtain, relying on it to learn the secret technique of Xiaoyaolou "Seven Tone Town Soul Drum", if it were not for the few people in this musical instrument, it should have been taken back by Xiaoyaolou.

She tapped it lightly, and the drum didn't look big, but it was extremely loud. Being able to see the circles of qi spreading outward from the drum to the naked eye, Murong Shuang, who bore the brunt of the attack, felt upset when he heard it, and his skills were affected and his operation was not smooth.

"Qing Yin Sword Technique, away from hatred!" Murong Shuang forcibly picked up his true qi and roared.

The sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling cyan light, stabbing towards Gu Jinghong's Baihui acupoint, the source of this sword move is the Qingtian Sword Technique, but it is improved by Murong Shuang to be more suitable for himself, his wife died in the early years, he realized this sword move after his sadness, there is a sense of parting from regret, the move is called leaving hatred, but the killing intent is awe-inspiring, one move strikes out the separation of yin and yang, and there is no hatred!

Gu Jinghong ignored the sword move, closed his eyes, his fingers tapped briskly, and the drums sounded, which was exactly the change in the seven tones that represented the seven sufferings.

The most terrible thing is "lost" and "not obtained", and this move is also the most powerful of the seven bitter killing moves.

The sound of music can often arouse people's emotional resonance, so in the world, the real power is spiritual arts, those who practice this Tao can kill enemies who are much stronger than themselves, it is different from the flesh and blood of knives, guns and clubs, but use your mind to defeat your own spiritual system.

Murong Shuang knew the power of spiritual arts, and he had already closed his hearing with his true qi, but the sound of the drum still penetrated many obstacles and knocked on his mind again and again.

This voice evokes the lost and unearned memories of all these years, every thing that is sealed in the deepest secrets of the heart, and those memories that are unwilling to be replayed are ruthlessly torn apart, more bloody and cruel than any move.

This psychic move attack was so fierce that his flying body paused, and not everyone who fought with himself could win. He has practiced swordsmanship for more than 50 years, and his sword heart is extremely strong and persistent, and no one can shake it!

He roared: "Slut! Take my trick first! ”

The eyes are back to clarity, since the loss is lost, there is no need to regret it, then you can put down what you don't get, you can be content and happy, what he practiced is a sentient sword, so why be ruthless?

The moves remain the same, the momentum is like a rainbow, and it is as fast as a meteor.

Gu Jinghong was slightly surprised when he saw that he was still attacking, this move can go straight to the heart, hook out the obsession in the heart, and be able to get out is not ruthless, then the heart is transparent. She didn't look at this Murong Shuang like a person who had realized everything, that was the first type of person.

She smiled lightly, and with a light tap of her right foot, the whole person floated backwards to avoid it, and struck the small drum to perform the second move, "Die".

All the ruthless people, all greedy for vanity and greedy for life and afraid of death, death is the reincarnation of the world, the more you care, the more you are afraid, the more ambitious people care about fame, those with prominent families care about wealth and power, and how many people in the world are not afraid of life and death? Maybe, but it's definitely not him Murong Shuang.

He missed a blow and was about to chase after him to make up for another sword, Gu Jinghong's drum came again, this time the hook was death, which was also what he was most afraid of, now he is in his sixties, it is said that people who practice martial arts, the normal situation is relatively long-lived, and there are many people who practice martial arts in Tiandu have a life span of one hundred and fifty or six, but he was seriously injured in his early years, and although he was cured later, his lifespan was only seventy years, and he has been deliberately avoiding this matter without a few years to live, but this drum has led to this secret to be amplified.

Murong Shuang heard the drum beat and said secretly, Oops. Before he came back to his senses, there was a change in front of him, he became an old man in the twilight, lying on the bed with a corrupt breath all over his body, his heart knew that this was a fantasy, it was the spiritual attack of the demon girl, he raised his wrinkled hand, and gave himself a slap in the face tremblingly, "snap", the hot pain was so obvious, this feeling made him frightened, isn't it a dream, is it really his own limit?

No, he doesn't want to die yet, he still has a lot of unfulfilled wishes, the enemy who offended him hasn't been killed yet, his disciple Yu Jingtian has become the Tianjiao of the Qingtian faction, but he hasn't learned his own Qingyin swordsmanship, he can't die.

There is a crack in the state of mind, so the unbelievable suffering that has been suppressed before is also on fire, and when he entered the illusion realm, Gu Jinghong used all the seven bitter moves, and outsiders will only see the invincible Qingyin swordsman standing on the roof with a sword in his hand, and there is a woman in red in front of him who is constantly beating the small drum.

Fu Zhengqing, who was standing below, was also affected, Qiu Jingqiu was a little better, after all, some kung fu foundation was just silent, and the negative person in Gu Jinghong's mouth was a little unbearable, sometimes crying bitterly, sometimes laughing loudly, like a crazy demon.

Gu Jinghong was the only sober person in the field, and there were three more poisonous needles in her hands, which were the Shura life-killing needles used by Xiao Liuli in the Hundred Flowers Building.

With a wave of her jade hand, three poisonous needles were shot at the three acupoints of Qingming, Jizhong, and Yingzhuang respectively, and at the critical moment when the poisonous needles were approaching, Murong Shuang came to her senses, took a hard breath of true qi, and brandished a cyan sword in front of her to hit the poisonous needle.

"Ding ding" two crisp sounds, "click" a soft sound, it turned out that only two of the three needles shot down, and one needle avoided the dead hole, but shot the left arm.

The toxicity of the Shura life-killing needle is very domineering, as soon as it enters the body, it walks with the meridians, quickly covering the entire arm, and continues to spread, Murong Shuang is in a cold sweat of pain, and before he can think about it, he clicks on a few acupoints, and the whole arm is cut off by him in a flash of green light, and the hand falls to the ground and is drawn into a pool of pus and blood, this move is ruthless and decisive but makes Gu Jinghong taken aback.

Murong Shuang's expression was hideous, and he stared at Gu Jinghong with resentment, and then picked up his true qi and fled backwards, leaving only a voice: "Big niece, don't worry, I will avenge you." Slut! I'll get you back the next day for the revenge of killing your relatives with a broken arm! ”