"Are you a descendant of Huang Dong? The remnants of the year? ”

Ghost Saint Sheng Ling had a gloomy face, looked at Huang Xuemei, there was surprise and joy in his eyes, and then he smiled sadly, "Haha, it's good to come, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, and there is no door for hell for you to break in. ”

"Yes, we will never make the mistakes of the year again, the Heavenly Demon Qin endangers the martial arts, and we must cut the grass and eradicate the roots!"

The Flame Ancestor said hatefully.

"What are you talking about with her!"

The other people were now staring at the Heavenly Demon Qin in Huang Xuemei's arms, their eyes were blazing, and they wanted to take it for themselves.

Huang Xuemei crossed the piano on her knees, plucked the strings with her fingertips, and her eyes showed disdain.

"Today, everyone is here, I see how you kill and how you take it!"

Su Qing on the side stood alone, and said with a soft smile, "I said, it's just one piano, but you are five people, how can you divide it?" ”

Dongfang Bai glanced at him.

"Since Qin is not with you, why don't you join forces with us and kill this remnant of the Huang family first, and then we will determine the ownership of the Heavenly Demon Qin?"

The poisonous hand Rakshasa He Qinghua agreed, "Yes, the martial arts have reached the world's first-class, and those who know the times are handsome, so it is better to join forces with us, and then there will be a benefit for you!" ”

The smile on Su Qing's face was even worse. "Just you capricious villains, I'm afraid that as soon as the descendants of the Huang family die, it will be my turn next, right?"

"If you don't agree, you'll have to die now!"

Mr. Six-Fingers, who was dressed in yellow and white-haired, said lukewarmly.

Su Qing glanced at him with a slanted gaze, and said with a warm smile, "Okay, then I'll spread it out, anyway, I don't plan to let your six factions survive in the world, after today, if you don't die, I will also go to the mountain gate in person, step on it one by one, a group of scourges, what's the use of staying, reversing black and white, ridiculous!" ”

"This martial arts realm still lacks a foundation, I hope the foundation of your six factions will not disappoint me!"

Although this is said plainly and casually, the content of it reveals a ruthlessness and domineering that cannot be concealed.

"I'm not ashamed, today I want to see who lives and who dies!"

The ghost saint Sheng Ling roared, but before he could attack, there were six earth-shattering piano sounds in his ears, like a mountain and stone exploding, like thunder and fire, suddenly coming out of thin air, including Su Qing, the six people on the lake were all moved and hurried, and swept up, but before and after, the bamboo raft where the six people were standing was now bursting.

The sound of the sonorous piano suddenly turned sharply.

The terrifying energy seemed to be like ripples, and it dispersed from Huang Xuemei's fingers, heading towards the six people, and the lake immediately made a huge splash.

But for a moment.

The six of them seemed to have been hit by a huge force of thousands of catties, and they flew out upside down one after another.

The sound of the piano entered their ears, and several people only felt that their hearts were about to fly, and their consciousness gradually became cloudy.

Su Qingjian's sharp point waved, and the volley flipped in the air, but after the explosion, the bamboo knots on the lake floated, and the skills of several people were all at the top of the list, and the body was light and agile, only borrowing strength on the floating objects, as if walking on the ground.

His body twisted, and he fell on one foot like a golden rooster, and he was firmly resting on a broken bamboo, undulating with the waves.

But as soon as he fell, he felt a terrifying wind blow around him.

The palm wind is whirring.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it was an old man in a yellow robe.

Mr. Six Fingers.

Su Qing raised his arm and slashed horizontally with a sword, and the sword qi only split the palm strength.

"Hehe, the enemy still dares to find me in front of me, don't you think I'm a bully?"

A palm was split, and Mr. Six Fingers called up another palm, his palms were like waves, one palm covered one palm, and the palm was like a big river and big waves, pouring mountains and seas, surging towards Su Qing, and the morning fog was agitated for a while.

"Then I'll give you a ride!"

Pouring out of his mouth, Su Qingqing's clothes swayed, the tip of the sword slanted to the lake and swept across, the sword light was steeply bright, and he immediately saw that the lake water turned up a layer of water curtain, and he lifted up his palm.

The amazing palm fell with great strength, and the water curtain immediately exploded into a mist in the sky.

But looking at it again, Su Qing behind the water curtain was nowhere to be seen.

In the air, if a person swims in the dragon and turns over, the blue light above the sword blade soars, and the three-foot green blade suddenly arouses a crisp trembling sound, like a flood of autumn water straight and steep, the sword is in front, the knife is behind, and the flower-like knife shadow is almost like a shallow dream.

The sword makes the sword move, and the sword makes the sword move.

The sound of the piano is not endless, and he not only has to share the victory and defeat with these five people, but also with Huang Xuemei.

The knife went sideways, the sword went weird, the morning fog did not disappear, Su Qing's clothes flew up, above the sword, one green and one white, two rainbow rays were uncertain, and in the blink of an eye, a crescent-like trace had been crossed from the air, and he attacked towards Mr. Six Fingers.

This guy only thought that he was good at kneading, and he didn't need to fight to the death with that Huang Xuemei, but he didn't know that he was the first to die.

In addition to boats and boats on the lake, the only place that can borrow power is these floating objects, which are limited in movement and hindered in tossing and turning.

Seeing Su Qing attacking in the air, Mr. Six Fingers let out a long roar. "Take my six-finger handprint!"

His right palm suddenly swelled, his flesh and blood turned red and black, as if it had doubled in size, and his palm was facing Su Qing in the air, and he immediately saw that in the flying mist, a huge handprint of condensation floated out of thin air from under his palm, and he slapped it with all his might.

Su Qing's eyebrows were raised, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was steeply condensed, and the sword light was condensed as one, only at the moment when the other party took out his palm, the tip of the sword had already touched his palm.

"Poof!"

When the two met, they didn't want the tip of the sword and the fleshy palm to be in a stalemate, as if the thing being pierced was not flesh and blood, but stone, gold, iron, and steel.

One leans down and flies down, and the other floats on the waves.

The long sword trembled slightly, lacking the slightest crispness, but there was a kind of overwhelmed hoarseness.

The six-fingered old man saw that his palm was so powerful, and he laughed out loud at the moment. "You're unlucky to meet my hands!"

"Really?"

Su Qing's five fingers were sharply opened, but he saw that the sword body quickly became extremely transparent, as if it was cast by jasper, and the cold light on it was endless, and now it converged like a line, condensed on the tip of the sword, and turned into the thickness of a finger.

Turning his wrist, he took the sword in his hand, and spun it around.

The six-fingered old man smiled for a moment, but when he saw his palm, a bloody hole suddenly opened, and the tip of the sword came out through his palm.

"Ahh

He hissed and roared, intending to raise another palm.

Su Qing's face was expressionless, and the knife light in his left hand had already been slashed down, entering from the center of his eyebrows, and coming out from the two strands, and the sword light of Sen Han was as cold as frost, and he slashed through.

The six-fingered old man's eyes instantly dimmed, a line of blood quickly surfaced from the center of his eyebrows, and the two halves of his body fell into the lake silently.

He looked at his sword.

Su Qing didn't raise his eyes, but his left hand shook, and the knife in his hand flew straight towards a gloomy figure in the distance with the sound of breaking the air, it was the ghost saint Sheng Ling.

"Look for death!"

A poisonous slap was struck.

The steel knife broke several times in an instant.

Now that the enemy is in front of her, Huang Xuemei is murderous, her fingers have made countless afterimages, and the strings tremble rapidly, shocking the Taihu Lake, and even the fish downstream of the lake are spitting blood mist, and their white bellies are floating one after another.

On the surface of the lake, there was a series of shocks.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng—"

The vast sound of the piano, hooking the soul, under the playing, it is like the tune of killing, ordinary people are in it, and in a trance, there seem to be thousands of troops and horses, galloping towards themselves to kill, even Su Qing's eyes are black again and again.

Even the disciples of various sects on the shore were also affected, and they fell to the ground weakly.

"Old Agni, you help me!"

The sound of the piano entered the ears, and the remaining few people were spurting blood from their mouths and noses, Sheng Ling roared, but saw that the Flame Ancestor, He Qinghua, and Dongfang Bai all pushed their palms against their backs, and gathered their own skills on Sheng Ling alone.

The old ghost took a long breath, his blue and white skin turned purple, and then as soon as he finished accumulating, his withered hair instantly burst into the sky, shaped like a powerful ghost, and let out an earth-shattering scream at Han Xuemei and Su Qing.

"Ah~"

The devil cried and howled.

Piercing eardrums.

The birds in the sky exploded again and again, turning into a blood mist, and the fish in the water turned into minced meat.

The two sound killing methods collide in the air.

Su Qing's heart was not good, and he felt that his eyes were dark, as if he had been beaten with a stick, and his body shook.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of blood mist spat out of his mouth.

His ears were bleeding too.

He stabilized his mind, a horizontal sword body, flicked his fingers, and the sword body stood up with a crisp roar like a dragon's groan, and the internal force was infused to make peace with it.

Not only him, Huang Xuemei's blood splashed the strings, spitting blood in her mouth, and Sheng Ling and the others also coughed up blood, no matter how strong the Heavenly Demon Qin was, how could it withstand the combined attack of the four people.

"Ahh

Suddenly I heard a scream.

But it was Lu Lin, who was affected and passed out on the spot.

Huang Xuemei was instantly distracted, and the sound of the piano was chaotic, and the flaws appeared.

On the surface of the lake, the three forces collided, like a demon dragon making waves.

Shocking and explosive.

"Quick, Heavenly Demon Qin!"

Seeing that Han Xuemei was exposed, He Qinghua's hand rolled up with a poisoned whip, turned into a horse, and slashed towards his chest in the air.

When the black light hit, Huang Xuemei's strings were divided again, and she wanted to resist, but she was taken advantage of by the crying voice, and her mind was confused, and when she opened her mouth, it was a wisp of blood arrow.

"Kill!"

The remaining three are all at this moment.

Unexpectedly, a green rainbow came horizontally like electricity, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword light was imminent, terrifying, forcing the four of them to retreat.

"Retreat!"

Su Qing pointed directly with his sword, Huang Xuemei on the boat didn't say a word, the strings shook, the strength was leaked, and the water splashed on the lake, and the mist was all over the sky.

When Sheng Ling and the others came through the fog, they saw that the ship was empty.

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