Ding Haibin condensed all his spiritual power, summoned this huge black phoenix, spread his wings and swooped down, heading straight for Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling took a deep breath, his hand movements did not stop, at this moment he had to remain extremely calm, it was about a critical moment, the more he could not be chaotic, he and Zhou Yu became one, once he couldn't keep his mind in a panic, the interruption of the piano music was a trivial matter, and it could also lead to the failure of the psychic method.

He and Zhou Yu thought about it in their hearts, and they had no intention of retreating, but they just integrated more mental power into the piano music.

The sound of the piano is not rapid and violent, but tactful and melodious, but it is also unusually clear and transparent, and every time the strings vibrate, it seems to reach the sky. Above the two of them, soft white clouds floated on the clear blue sky, and the sun shone down, and the sky was clear.

Under the floating white clouds, there is the flowing Qingjiang water.

The river is rushing, the light boat skims over the mountains and mountains, rows across the lush shore, and the handsome boy stands at the head of the boat, his slender figure reflected on the water, floating with the ripples.

He looked at the green mountains and green waters, felt the breeze blowing through his cheeks, and with a smile on his face, he picked up the wine that had been warmed on the small red clay stove at his feet, and poured some into the green bamboo wine glass.

He raised his glass to the sky, opened his mouth and said:

"A respect for the sky is cloudy and sunny, the blue sky and cloud curtains are all painted screens, the rainy and warm wine is a lamentation poem, and the sun is sailing to catch the river green."

The breeze on the river was so light and pleasant, the wind swept over the grass on the shore, swept over the green hills, swayed upward, rolled the floating clouds, jumped into the sky, and finally fell from the nine skies, turned into a violent hurricane, and fell on the black phoenix.

The phoenix's body shook violently, the black fire around its body swayed, and a few black feathers were swept away by the wind.

The boy on the light boat drank a glass of wine with the breeze, poured a full glass again, and said loudly: "Erjing earth gives birth to thick soil, thousands of red and green compete with each other, five mountains and three mountains are steep, and the attic jade is falling into Xinlu." ”

The green grass on both sides of the Qingjiang River is full, the delicate flowers of all colors bloom in the sun, the purple and red colors climb all over the hillside with the sun, and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers overflows and drifts, until it floats to the towering and mighty city wall behind the mountain, floats to the bustling street lined with shops, floats past the teahouse and restaurant full of people, floats to the noble palace with carved railings, and floats to a window, so that the girl with her cheeks lying by the window looking at the sky outside shows a lovely smile.

The sound of the piano spreads, and the Golden Lion Bi Ying and several people have to have a little distraction, the sound of the piano is too beautiful, and the power hidden in the sound of the piano is too amazing, this is still they are just outsiders, if they are in the vocal range, facing such a piano music head-on, can there be a way to deal with it?

And this piano music sounds, why does it still seem to smell a trace of refreshing flowers?

Those fragrances swept into the wind, and swept towards the black fire phoenix again, and those black nether fires dimmed a little in an instant, and the breath of silence was covered by the fragrance of flowers.

Jiang Ling and Zhou Yu were still playing, their fingers lightly picked, and they said: "The Sanjing River flows eastward. ”

The wind blows the waves, and the river that has not stopped for thousands of years continues to flow freely. The black phoenix was shocked, and was blocked by the sound of the piano rolling like a river two feet away from Jiang Ling's head, and could only approach inch by inch.

Ding Haibin gritted his teeth and continued to urge his spiritual power.

Jiang Ling flicked his thumb and read again: "Four respects and the breeze blows my clothes." ”

Jiang Ling's clothes swayed, his red hair fluttered, the wind whistled away, and Ding Haibin's clothes in the distance also began to hunt, his eyes widened, and his face was hideous.

"Five salutations, wine, peach blossoms, drunk." Jiang Ling's little finger bent slightly, hooking the strings, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of intoxicated smile.

The handsome boy is drunk, and the aroma of aged wine is wrapped in the wind, and the fragrance of flowers

Intertwined, fluttering happily, drunk a whole green river.

The black phoenix's body shook violently, and the black fire on its body was almost completely extinguished, and wisps of black smoke began to escape.

It is only a zhang away from Jiang Ling.

"I don't believe it!" Ding Haibin roared, there was a feeling of lack of breath and hoarseness in his voice, and black blood flowed from under his eyes.

The black phoenix let out a long roar, and the voice was like Ding Haibin, and it was also full of heartbreaking.

Jiang Ling's head was not raised, his eyes were always on the red heart guqin, and there was only satisfaction and happiness in his pale red eyes, as well as the love for the red heart, and the intoxication of the story hidden in the qin song.

"Liujing Yaoqin..." Jiang Ling's palm gently plucked upward, as if he was stroking the guqin, and played the last note, "Know my mind." ”

The breeze passes, thousands of red and green rise from the mountains, the flowers are fragrant, and the buildings are full of streets and alleys.

Qingjiang water has been endless for thousands of years, six cups of peach blossom wine, drinking with heaven and earth.

At the end of the song, there was no earth-shaking energy explosion, just an unfinished but deserved, perfect ending.

Plain and smooth, just waiting for a quiet aftertaste.

When Ding Haibin came back to his senses after Sumeru, he found that what dissipated into the air with the sound of the piano was the black phoenix that condensed the spiritual power of his whole body.

To be precise, not only the spiritual power of his whole body, but also some of the overdrawn spiritual power that did not belong to him originally.

Now they have all dissipated, and they are taken by the spring water of the river and I don't know where they were.

Ding Haibin was in two lines of blood and tears, his lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but in the end he just spurted out a large mouthful of black blood, staggered under his feet, and fell to the ground.

He looked at Jiang Ling, there was no anger in his eyes, no resentment, only a little obsessive confusion, he muttered: "I am obviously in the Heavenly Transformation Realm, how could I be defeated by you?" Unreasonable, unreasonable..."

Before he finished speaking, Ding Haibin had already stared at his black blood and dried up his eyes, and he lost his qi.

Bi Ying was shocked, he didn't expect Ding Haibin to use a secret method to forcibly step into the Heavenly Transformation Upper Realm, but he couldn't defeat this Skywalker!

The golden lion seized the opportunity, roared angrily, and smashed out a solid punch, hitting Bi Ying's chest, and the majestic power exploded instantly, directly blasting it into a house more than ten meters away.

Although Qin Cang's level of chanting is superb here, Hei Biao is heavenly changing realm after all, and he has not been able to kill this sturdy city lord's palace guard for a while, seeing that the situation is not good, he used his chanting technique to shake Hei Biao's trick, and then turned around to leave.

Jiang Ling turned his head to look at him, his fingers hooked the strings, of course, he didn't deliberately hook the strings, he just started with the 'hook' technique, and then quickly went to play a short section. This is a small part of the rain falling on the green mountains, the sound wave from the first hook is going towards Qin Cang, and the sound wave behind it is coming to Hei Biao.

Qin Cang heard the crisp sound of the piano in his ears, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he turned his head and shouted: "It's noisy!" ”

Although this sound was not earth-shattering, it also launched a thirty percent of the West Sea Whale Roar, like a muffled thunder, shattering the incoming sound waves.

And Hei Biao heard the follow-up piano sound, but he felt that his body suddenly lightened, he did not hesitate, with the blessing of this piano sound, he took a step, turned into an afterimage, and came behind Qin Cang very quickly, raising his left hand.

When a tiger gives birth to three sons, there must be a biao.

It is recorded in ancient books that Biao is a mutant tiger.

The finger turned into a hook claw-shaped, and the curved arc indicated the strength of the tightness, and the black tiger pulled out the heart with one move!

Beneath Qin Cang's messy hair, the pair of triangular eyes showed a painful and horrified look.

At this moment, he remembered the disciple of the Heavenly Wolf Sect who was shattered by his heart, but that disciple relied on the secret method in the door, and even if his heart was damaged, he could survive for a while, but

But I don't have that ability.

Moreover, I am not damaged by my heart, but my heart has been forcibly pulled out of my body. When he felt this clearly, his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

[One player has been killed, and there are three people left on the field.] 】

"There are only three left." Jiang Ling exhaled slowly, disarming the psychic with Zhou Yu, and as soon as Zhou Yu's remnant soul came out of Jiang Ling's body, it turned into a streamer and returned to the jade pendant.

Jiang Ling also took two deep breaths, and drips of sweat were already overflowing on his forehead. The consumption of this psychic method is indeed unusually severe, and it is very exhausting for both the player and the martial spirit. A complete song of Jiang Zuo was given, and while he was dripping with joy, Jiang Ling only felt a feeling of weakness coming to him, and even felt that the wound that penetrated his chest began to hurt again.

This time, he had already consumed a lot of spiritual power and mental power, if it weren't for the thirteen units to provide a large amount of spiritual power supplement, Jiang Ling really couldn't have played this song in its entirety. And now it is natural that the spiritual power and mental power have bottomed out again, and I feel that my body has been hollowed out.

"Fortunately, the fight is over." Jiang Ling got up from the ground.

Hei Biao walked over and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Jiang Ling stuffed the pill into his mouth, and stood firm with a strong fighting spirit.

"The little brother has such strength, which is admirable." Hei Biao smiled and reached out to help Jiang Ling.

The Golden Lion pursued Bi Ying over there, and the sand and gravel of the house were flying, and Hei Biao saw that Jiang Ling was in a good state, so he wanted to go to help the Golden Lion deal with the chief deacon of the Divine Court, but he suddenly looked up.

Jiang Ling also felt the energy fluctuations, and also turned his head to take a look.

A hundred meters away from the two of them, Zhou Kehan, the commander of the Divine Court, drove a red-bodied, golden-tailed, radiant Luan bird soared into the air, and from a distance, he only heard him shouting angrily: "Pu Zhenbei, you dare to help her sneak attack me!" Today I will judge both of you together!" ”

With a loud chirp, the body of the luan bird swooped down quickly, only to hear a loud noise, the air waves rolled, and the shaking energy even spread to a hundred meters away, Jiang Ling's body shook.

Hei Biao turned his head to look in the direction of the golden lion again, and then said anxiously: "The city lord is in danger, I have to help the city lord!" ”

Jiang Ling originally wanted to stay here and rest for a while, but when he heard the name that the Divine Court Division ordered to drink, his body shook.

Park Jin-buk, this is a name that is at the top of the standings.

He actually stayed there to help the lord of Anseong? What's more, he actually has the ability to get involved in the battle between the Xuanji!?

Jiang Ling wanted to see Park Zhenbei, so he followed closely.

Just behind the two of them, in the midst of the collapsed house, the golden lion grabbed Bi Ying's neck and lifted him up from the ground.

Bi Ying broke an arm, and his chest was sunken, but his eyes were still fierce, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Dare to fight... The Divine Court is the enemy, be careful of your calamity... No longer. ”

"Don't talk to Lao Tzu about this." Half of the golden lion's face was bloody, and his left eye was already a little open, he gasped, gritted his teeth and said: "I only know that the city lord has done a lot of good things for the people in Bailuo City in the past nine years, and has saved me, she is a good person, but why do you want to kill her!" ”

"I'm from Bailuo City, of course I listen to the city lord." The golden lion took a breath, exerted force in his hands, and made up his mind: "You indiscriminate shit deacon of the Divine Court, let's die." ”

The golden lion was about to pinch Bi Ying to death in his wide palm.

But there was a sound of breaking the air.

The golden lion turned his head and glanced at it, but there was too much blood on his left eye, and he couldn't see clearly. And his tired body didn't have time to hide.

A flash of coldness.

It was a flying sword.

Nailed to the golden lion's eye socket.