"God forbid?" Cheng Qingxuan followed his gaze and caught a glimpse of the fine iron sword on the ground, and said slowly, "If the emperor believes, he will not strive for perfection in everything and be full of victory and defeat." ”

"Oh, the powerful fear ghosts and gods to prevent fearlessness and poison the world, but the people are different, if there is unknown and powerless, they will pin on this, just have something to rely on, and it is much easier to control." Rong Jinhuan stared at his every move, and replied, "Even if I don't believe it, someone can believe it." ”

"Whoever accomplishes things, he must first create a rumor about the gods, which is very good." Cheng Qingxuan nodded slightly, the silver needle in his fingers clenched, ready to go, "It's a pity that she won't be as you wish." ”

Rong Jinhuan seemed to be poked in the sore spot again, and immediately gritted his teeth: "She is a Tianyi person, and she is also a common person, and the people are all my people!" You won't be able to get out of this pavilion today, and you won't have to worry about whether she's what I want! ”

The disc rotated rapidly, and the movement of the column went deep into the ground to make the cloud pavilion begin to vibrate, Rong Jinhuan suddenly turned sideways as he spoke, and when he saw Cheng Qingxuan's fingers in his sleeve move, he immediately turned around to avoid it, and the hand on the probe changed to another one, and he accurately touched the hilt of the sword.

Cheng Qingxuan only tried to avoid him, but he didn't want to be ruthless, he resolutely took off and spun up before he attacked, and the remaining fragments in his hand flew out in all directions, shattering the glass lamp and the lock tied to the iron chain, so many more fragments, and causing the cloud pavilion to fall into a dimly lit place.

Under the sound of the crumbling and the roar of the mechanism, Cheng Qingxuan threw out all the silver needles and fragments in his hand with a surprising difficulty, and Rong Jinhuan was fortunate to have the golden silk soft armor body protection and only received a little thrust, and immediately moved back and forth in the cloud pavilion to confuse the target. The fine iron sword lay across his body, blocked by only intuition and faint sounds, but his eyes searched for the source through the glimmer of light.

Cheng Qingxuan only forced back, and he didn't have time to move again. Suddenly fell to the foothold of the disc and slapped it on the golden platform in the center of the disc with a palm, and pressed down the seemingly firm and immovable plate, Rong Jinhuan took the opportunity to move, and stabbed it with a sword before he flew forward, but Cheng Qingxuan did not retreat, only dodged around the gimbal.

Under a few hits. Then the sound of the flute penetrated like a ghost, and the high tune was sonorous and powerful, and it seemed to smash into the heart. Let the muscles and blood boil with it.

"Cheng Qingxuan, this kind of fun hurts people, but I helped you!" Rong Jinhuan withdrew from the disc and shouted angrily. I only felt that the blood was surging and flowing inside. I had to stop and concentrate on pranayama.

Cheng Qingxuan raised his head suddenly, and after a while, he locked on the source of the sound, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his expression was uncertain, but fortunately, Rong Jinhuan was able to continue with his eyes closed and breathing, but the internal force was transmitted to Jintai in the palm of his hand, and he could not resist it at this moment. Listening to the sound of the flute made me feel uncomfortable.

The sound of the flute was high and low, and the vibration in the cloud pavilion began to become unstable. At this time, the slight piano melody sounded faintly, mixed with the sound of the flute, but it was particularly pleasant, not hurried and slow, and the sound was to the bone, relieving the pressure of the flute.

The stalemate between the two was thus loosened, Rong Jinhuan took advantage of this to relieve his breath, lifted a kick and suddenly approached, swung his sword and slashed down, Cheng Qingxuan listened to the wind and turned his head to dodge, but this time it was half a point slower, making the tip of the sword cut through the clothes on his shoulders, and blood beads rolled.

Rong Jinhuan was not yet happy about his success, only to see Cheng Qingxuan press down the Jintai organ with all his might, the rapidly rotating disc came to an abrupt end, the surrounding pillars were not underground, but the mechanism on the inner wall of the Cloud Pavilion began to rotate rapidly instead of the disc, and the entire center where the disc was located sank.

The sound of the flute and the sound of the piano are entangled, the louder the sound of the piano is, the faster the sound of the flute, Cheng Qingxuan didn't care about the sword wound on his body at all, and flew out of the infield and came towards the place where Rong Jinhuan was.

Rong Jinhuan's eyes flickered, and he fought with his sword, but he saw that he did not dodge or dodge to the door, stepped over his sword, and pushed open the thick door with one palm, and the elite outside the door saw that it was not the emperor who came out, and immediately swords faced each other.

"You don't recognize her piano." He sneered coldly, his toes pointed directly at the tip of the sword, and his ankles wiped out several blood marks from between the weapons, bringing up a string of blood mist, and the whole person flew away from the cloud pavilion like a bird with wings.

Rong Jinhuan was shocked by his actions, chased him out quickly, looked at it, and saw him cross the jade step fence, as if he was going to the platform in the distance, and one person stood and sat on the platform, and the sound of the piano was like a torrential rain of water pouring out, he looked at the figure, and suddenly took a breath: "Chase me!" ”

Ruoyun closed her eyes and stroked the qin and sat under the eaves of the side hall of the Yuntai, there was a burst of uninterrupted internal force behind her, and this internal force traveled around her body and diverged with her fingertips, she never practiced martial arts and had to turn to Cheng Qingwen for help, and this strange feeling also made her body very resistant to the pain as if the tendons on her body had been washed, but fortunately, since the sound of the piano sounded, the sound of the flute was weak, at least she felt that the sound of the flute was not so harsh.

The sound of the piano accelerates with the sound of the flute, and the internal force flows faster and faster, she gradually feels that her fingers are no longer obedient, and the speed is intensified by the sound of the flute, this time pouring out not only the internal force behind her, but also her whole body, and her consciousness is also drifting as if it is about to be withdrawn, and she is not even aware of the increasingly powerful mountain vibration.

Cheng Qingxuan flew up with the help of almost no dust, stepped on a few places and quickly passed through the snow, and before he could reach the cloud platform, the needle in his hand had already flown out, and he walked towards the strings impartially.

Ruoyun's Kunlun song in her hand seemed to have quickly turned into another tune, as if the magic sound made her involuntarily, but the strings in her hand broke together, and the sound of the piano whimpered and then dispersed, and the internal force behind it could not be retracted in time, and it rushed to the heavenly spirit, and she fell forward with the qin as soon as she saw a flower, bowing her head and vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Cheng Qingwen focused on and conveyed internal force, and saw that the blood on her lips was stained with blood and the blood dripping from her upper and lower body was stained with snow and red, and she was stunned and hurriedly reached out to help her: "You, are you okay?" ”

"Nonsense!" Cheng Qingxuan immediately fell on the gimbal, grabbed Ruoyun's body on the other side, and reprimanded, "It's going to go crazy for a long time!" ”

"So what to do?!" Cheng Qingwen was anxious and aggrieved, and pointed loudly at the bottom of the mountain and said, "Brother, you don't look at that formation, the sound of the flute is almost broken, it's good now!" ”

The sound of the flute is no longer harassing, and it is becoming more and more wanton and arrogant at the moment, but the fighting loss is not as loud and powerful as before, but steady and steady, and the sound is round.

Ruoyun smelled the smell on his body and felt a lot more relieved, raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, gasped for breath, and saw that Cheng Qingwen was unwell because of the sound of the flute, and hurriedly said to Cheng Qingxuan: "Don't blame her, I asked her to do this." ”

"That's it, I'll go myself!" Cheng Qingwen became even more aggrieved when she heard her explanation, and wanted to make up for the mistake of not holding the formation, so she immediately called a few attendants with a whistle, took the light double sword, and jumped off the cloud platform without waiting for them to say more, turned around and turned around and headed towards the woodland.

Ruoyun didn't have time to stop her, so she sighed helplessly, was helped by Cheng Qingxuan to sit down on the side, glanced at the broken piano on the ground with a little regret, turned her head and saw that there was blood oozing out under the hem of his fluttering clothes, pulled up the hem of his clothes in a panic, looked up and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Where did it hurt?! ”

She was surprised to see his horizontal flute lips, the jade flute that had clearly been broken was as green as new, only there was a faint trace at the former fracture, winding around the flute body, the clothes on his shoulders were torn, and the blood stains were frozen there, even so, he closed his eyes and blew the flute sound without half worry, the melodious flute suddenly opened up, and when it came out, the flute sound stopped and retreated.

Ruoyun's churning internal breath was not yet stable, biting her lip and lowering her head, looking at the wisps of blood and worrying, but maybe the injury was not deep, the blood stains in the snow did not expand, and her hand holding the hem of his clothes slowly let go, not daring to make a sound again.

Xiao Sheng quickly routed, just like Yao Huashan, which only affected for a while, Ruoyun watched in a daze as he took the flute, and opened her eyes but they were still warm.

"If it weren't for you, I would be affected by the sound of the flute and would not be able to operate the mechanism to its full strength." He opened his mouth with words of comfort, and then stretched out his palm and handed the Cui Di to her, "Xuanmo retrieved it in Ronghua Palace, I think it was you who left it." ”

Ruoyun was stunned and remembered that he had fainted because of his upset, and the half of the verdant in his hand was gone, and he was immediately a little embarrassed, but he was concerned about his injury, so he bit his lip and said with concern: "Is there anything wrong with you?!" ”

"Minor injuries, no problem." He chuckled again, but turned to look at the Cloud Pavilion, and the flute in his hand was held again in a circle, and there were crystal lines shining on it.

I saw that with the vibration and the noise of the bell above the cloud pavilion, the surrounding rocks have rolled down, and the attic began to sink slowly in a roar, if Yun Yun is afraid after seeing it, the mechanism moves and the star pavilion falls, and all the power in the end will be transmitted to this mountain!

Yun Pavilion was not blocked, so that the people of Xiao were forced to abandon it, and turned towards the position in the forest with the intention of convergence, Cheng Qingxuan saw him walking along several auxiliary buildings, the jade flute in his hand was raised, and the hollow flute popped out of the light and slender sword blade, the blade was different from ordinary materials, and the surface was shining brightly, as if a thin layer of water droplets were wrapped in fine iron, and he immediately got up and intercepted it in the mountains next to the cloud platform.

Ruoyun watched them hand, on the roof tiles of each hall, the figure wrapped in the hood and shirt was as thin as the one seen that day, but the skills were not very good, after retreating a few places, he let out a long roar, and suddenly many helpers came from everywhere, and the person who came was gray and tight, and it was the person of the high priest.

Ruoyun's heart moved, and he hurriedly looked around to find Zhao Wuyang, Zhao Wuyang didn't know martial arts, but he could hide his breath in this snow, these people were trained by him, if he found Zhao Wuyang, maybe he could solve the siege for a while.

She had only taken a few steps when a white-feathered arrow roared, and it was impartially nailed into the pillar of the side hall in front of her, stopping her alive, and then she turned around, and her wrist was vigorously grasped by one person.

Ruoyun gasped, but she couldn't, Rong Jinhuan was dressed in gold silk armor for self-defense, her long hair was messy and her face was cold and majestic, holding a bow and arrow in one hand, and her wrist was firmly clasped with the other hand, and the elite soldiers behind her had surrounded the side hall.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to restrain her shoulders, her panic was reflected in his sharp and gloomy eyes, and he whispered with hidden anger: "Follow me!" (To be continued......)