Su Hao only felt a blur in front of him, but before Su Hao had any other reaction, it became clear again.

At this time, the surrounding scene was no longer an empty square, and the palace that had always been in the background was also in front of them at this time, as if everyone had been cast a spell similar to the miniature of the Thousand Miles Household Garden.

The crowd was now on a small platform in front of a palace, with the same red carpet under their feet, the man and woman they had seen for the first time in front of them, and twenty or thirty steps behind them.

On both sides of the red carpet, there are two rows of low tables, and there is a brocade pier behind the low table, as if it is going to feast guests here, the strange thing is that the dwarf table is empty, and there is no one on the brocade pier, except for Su Hao's seven people, there is only a pair of men and women in front.

The man's face was blurred, he was dressed in a tooth-white brocade shirt with wide sleeves, a black belt around his waist, a jade crown on his head, two golden ties stretched under his chin, and a sword in his hand danced to the sound of the piano.

There was something peculiar about this sword, although it had the shape of a sword, half of it was like a great autumn water, clear and cold, and the other half was thick and dull, and it was evident that only one side had opened the edge.

Four or five meters away behind the man, there is also a low table, a small incense burner is placed in the upper right corner, wisps of white smoke curl up from it, the most important thing is that this incense burner treasure is faint, ten ** is a magic weapon.

In the middle of the low table is this black-brown guqin, the body is as smooth as jade, and it is covered with ice cracks.

A pair of red and jade hands on the piano, hooking and pressing, the sound of the piano that everyone heard before came from here.

The owner of the jade hand is different from the man, she has a face, and her facial features are exquisite, needless to say, what Su Hao cares about the most is the faint peach eyeshadow on her eyes, and the three-petal red lotus on her eyebrows.

It's exactly the same as the white fox lying on the woman's shoulder.

Su Hao directly ignored the woman who was playing the piano, and stared directly at the white fox.

The fox was coiled up on the woman's shoulder, and closed its eyes and did not look at the crowd.

The man and woman are immersed in their own world, as if the seven people standing at the front of the stairs are not in the same world as them.

Until Xiao Yuanshan's slightly hoarse voice broke the 'barrier' between the two worlds: "It's the sword in the man's hand, don't touch it any of you." ”

A sound woke up the man and woman who were intoxicated in his own world, the man quickly stopped dancing the sword, shook his sleeves, held the long sword upside down behind him, turned around, and shouted: "What person? ”

With this action, Su Hao felt like a drama singing on the stage, how could anyone do such a pretentious action.

Su Hao had the heart to watch the man's performance, but Xiao Yuanshan didn't, and before he finished speaking, he had already released his two flying swords.

This time it was still a sixth-order flying sword, but it was different from the two 'one-time props' in the maze courtyard before, and it was the two flying swords that Xiao Yuanshan was accustomed to using on weekdays.

This time, Xiao Yuanshan was really moved.

The man completely ignored the rushing flying sword, still following his routine, and when he shouted loudly, Xiao Yuanshan's flying sword also arrived in front of the man.

Unfortunately, although the flying sword was only a fist away from the man's head, he could not advance an inch again, and the flying sword was stopped by a thin white smoke.

This white smoke came from the incense burner on the low table behind the man, and the low table where the woman was at this time was already covered with a thick layer of white smoke, and the figure in it was like a shadow.

It's just that Xiao Yuanshan shot with all his strength this time, where was it so easy to be blocked by a piece of white smoke, the red and black mist on the sword flashed suddenly, and the white smoke was directly melted into a hole that was enough for the flying sword to pass through.

Xiao Yuanshan's flying sword only poked into the tip of a sword, and he saw a golden sword light flying out from behind the man, blocking Xiao Yuanshan's flying sword.

Then, the golden sword light swept forward, pushing Xiao Yuanshan's two flying swords out.

After the golden sword light blocked Xiao Yuanshan's flying sword, the man turned around and walked towards the low side shrouded in white smoke, and finally sat down next to the woman.

The golden sword light continued to move forward, with one enemy and two without falling behind, and Xiao Yuanshan's two flying sword battles were a mess.

Su Hao quickly took his eyes off the three flying swords that were fighting, not because he didn't want to look at it, but because he looked at Xiao Yuanshan's two juniors for fear that he would misunderstand something.

The sound of the piano continued, and the two people behind the white smoke did not make any moves, but just let the golden flying sword fight with Xiao Yuanshan, and did not make a move against Su Hao and the others.

Su Hao still had the heart to probe the situation in the white smoke, but Lama Sita couldn't hold it anymore, walked out from behind Su Hao, took a step forward, and said in his mouth: "Since the wild goose donor has been slow to make a move, let the great monk test the water for the wild goose first for the wild goose donor." ”

While he was still talking, Lama Sita had already moved his hands first, and instead of using the Fahua wheel, he used his golden cymbals.

Unlike before, this time the golden cymbals did not split in two, but cooperated in one place, turning into a flat gold disc and cutting into white smoke.

The golden cymbal was still halfway through, and Su Hao suddenly heard the melody of the piano change, or it could no longer be regarded as a melody, but more like a sword groan.

With this sword roar, a white smoke turned into a flying sword, which slashed down from above, and slashed right on the golden cymbal that had just flown on.

With a loud bang, the flying sword condensed into white smoke twisted for a while, and then dispersed into a puff of white smoke again.

Lama Sita laughed, obviously expecting this ending, so he didn't dodge or dodge and directly manipulated the golden cymbal to come forward and fight the white smoke flying sword.

However, Lama Sita's laughter was quickly drowned out by a series of 'clanging' sounds, which drowned out the sound of the sword-like piano, the laughter of Lama Sita, and the clashing of flying swords on one side.

This voice made Su Hao's head hurt, and Shui Yunyan on the side covered his ears early, and his thin lips were almost pursed into a line.

Before Su Hao could ask Lama Sita to take back his golden cymbals, the sound had stopped, but there was still a slight 'afterglow' still echoing.

It wasn't that Lama Sita couldn't stand the sound of cymbals and took his golden cymbals back, but that he was forced back by a dozen mouthfuls of white smoke flying swords.

After the white smoke flying sword slashed the golden cymbals, it shot towards Lama Sita, one bite after another, with a posture that would not stop without stabbing Lama Sita into a sieve.

Lama Sita did not dare to slack off, raised his hand and threw out the Fahua wheel, and continued to use his golden light mudra to slap the flying sword of white smoke that flew in.

The two sides exchanged hands in the air, and the golden light handprint and the white smoke flying sword kept colliding, constantly giving birth and dying.

Su Hao felt that this method was familiar, and his eyes glanced to the side and happened to see Ji Chang, who stepped forward with the qin, and then suddenly realized that it was a similar method of Ji Chang.

I saw Ji Chang sitting cross-legged on the ground, putting his piano horizontally on his lap, bending his fingers and hooking the strings, and immediately white light flew out from both sides of the piano.

Forming a stance in the air, he confronted more and more white smoke flying swords for a moment, and then launched a rushing attack.