"Master!" The cultivator shouted bitterly.

Xu is this shout against the wind, the sky, sitting in front of the wind and rubbing the continuous wind to the wind, frowning and swinging to the side.

The flames of war were raging, drowning his sight, only to hear the voice of Chu Li, "Xiaofeng, I'm going!" The little rags that this sword venerable picked up, you can kindly accept it! ”

Green and blue rays streaked across the sky.

Suddenly, the cultivator loosened his body, and the wheals were unloaded. She didn't hesitate to chase after her, just jumped forward on the wind, and suddenly the whole person flew up, only to feel a tightness around her waist, she was already held on the piano, and the unexpectedly familiar voice was close at hand, "Don't move, I'll take you there." ”

Xiu Ling looked sideways, and suddenly, the whole person froze. The man in front of him is dressed like a cloud, with fire in his eyes, it's not him, who is it?

He is the first pianist of the Great Song Dynasty, Gongsun Changqin?

Or the Wheel King?

Or, in the Universe Continent, there is another identity?

"No matter who you are, save my master!"

As Baoqin stopped halfway, the cultivator crashed into Gongsun Changqin's arms and grabbed his sleeve.

Just a zhang away, Chu Li's strength was full, and with the last breath of strength, he protected his chest with his twin swords, and rushed straight towards Ye Linglong—the blue light from the green Qi sword blade turned into a raging green flame, and slashed towards Ye Linglong's right arm at the moment when the Qin Ridge exploded.

"Ahh

In the screaming scream, Ye Linglong's right arm was instantly slashed away and turned into ashes.

A thick aura of chaos erupted from his severed arm, melting flesh and rushing towards Hatsuri's chest, piercing his heart.

The power of the Heaven Opening Stone surged wildly in the place where the Qin Ridge exploded, forming a deep ravine.

"Master!"

Chu Li was thrown down by his strength in mid-air, he hung his head upside down, looked towards the burning red from afar, and gradually closed his eyes, "Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered, the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze ...... Oh, girl......"

"Farewell to the Ancient Grass" was read to him by the cultivator. It is also one of his favorite poems.

Hearing Master's last transmission, the spiritual cultivator almost collapsed. She desperately wanted to jump down, but was tightly restrained by Gongsun Changqin and couldn't move.

She kept struggling, crying and shouting at him, "Gongsun Changqin, aren't you the most powerful pianist in the world?!" Wheel King, can't you control people's life and death?! Why don't you save him?! Why...... Why let him go to death! ”

Tears soaked Gongsun Changqin's clothes, but he simply replied: "Because, this is his life." ”

Xiu Ling didn't seem to hear, his throat was hoarse, and he still desperately shouted "Master". However, Hatsuli could no longer answer.

I only heard Ye Linglong curse like a devil, "From now on, to the south of this realm, is the Ze of the Firmament." Whoever dares to step across this abyss will let him die a good death! ”

Thousands of swords shot at the voice at the same time.

Among the pianists, the beautiful face that has always been sad and joyless is no longer the tranquility of the past, as if it has been covered with a layer of thick frost, scattering a compelling cold, oozing gloomy haze.

He poured all his spiritual elements, turned the five elements of heaven and earth into the most violent blades one by one, and poured them towards Ye Linglong at a gallop.

However, after Qin Zhang, Ye Linglong had already been engulfed in darkness and disappeared. Only a blackened Chaos Legion poured out of the abyss and delivered the final blow to the luthiers.

The air was full of scorched ash and dust, thousands of miles of red land, and the liver marrow was flowing wild......

"Let go of me!" Xiu Ling's eyes were red and he glared at Gongsun Changqin, "If you don't let go of me now, I will die again in front of you!" ”

Forced to die?

Gongsun Changqin sighed lightly, "You want to collect his corpse for him?" I'm afraid ,—— forget it, the deity will accompany you. ”

"I don't need you to accompany me."

Xiu Ling slammed Gongsun Changqin away and jumped down.

In the wilderness, the crows of the black crows flocked to eat, and how many people had just fallen, and they became white bones in an instant......

"Master, Master, where are you?!"

The cultivators kept calling, turning over the corpses, and they didn't care about the battle situation anymore. Wild crows, vultures, and chaos demons were constantly attacking her, but only a red-clad man walked behind her, destroying her one by one.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiu Ling finally became exhausted and fell to the ground from exhaustion. However, she still did not give up, and crawled forward step by step, calling, and flipping......

The sky was red, and I didn't know if it was the sunset or the war.

Just as he was about to pass out, a pile of white bones in front of him flashed with silver light. The cultivator opened the pile of bones and lay quietly on the ground with a broken sword. Wipe the blood stains with your hands, and above the blade, there is still a painting of the word "Qi" in Luqi.

In her ears, there was a faint music of the piano, which was so soothing, and for a while, it finally calmed her heart.

Holding the sword, Xiu Ling lay on the ground, his breath dying, "Since you can control the life and death of others at will, why do you only kill people and not save people?" ”

With his eyes half-closed, there was still that person standing in front of him, like a bloody shirt and a blood-stained piano, reflecting the flames of war, so beautiful that he didn't look like people in this world.

"Sometimes, killing people is also saving people."

The cultivator closed his eyes, "I don't want to see you again." ”

***

"You kid, Kuang me, or you let me have a son?"

……

"With you, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, how can I not play chess?"

……

A sigh as light as a gossamer disperses with the wind.

In the Bangfeng Building, the wind sang and looked at the black and white pieces that had already been blown to pieces on the bamboo strips, raised his hand to sweep the wind, and dropped them back on the chessboard.

He looked out of the pavilion leisurely, called the harp, and walked towards the back mountain.

***

Leave.

The forest is dark, and the afterglow is scattered on one side of the monument.

Xiu Ling crouched on the ground, holding a simple carving knife, and carefully carved the last stroke of the green sword. The clear sword peak reflected her face, and tears dripped down, blurring the face in the mirror.

Behind her, the wind sang with her hands in her hands, and she had been standing for a long time. Looking at the handwriting on the tombstone, which was seven or eight points similar to the Huanyushu, he heard the sound of the sword, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he withdrew his gaze.

The wind sang and stepped forward, covering his hands to resist the water, and the aged wine that had just risen from under the pear tree on the grave gurgled into the small cup on the side. Sprinkle the wine into the loess and splash a sword mark.

He narrowed his eyes and said: "From now on, you are an inner disciple, and you will move to Bitian Fengchui." From tomorrow onwards, the deity will teach you the piano in person. ”

"Don't move!" Xiu Ling looked at the distant mountains and replied without hesitation, "My master, there is only one Chu Li. ”

She hooked her lips, a contemptuous smile crossed the corners of her mouth, and her clear face became more and more cold and pale, "The sword can be broken, but the piano cannot be broken." - Is this what you call the way of the piano? Since the dome is respected by the qin, why can't even a swordsman protect it in the end? ”

The sharp gaze pierced straight in, Feng Jinge's face moved slightly, and a hidden guilt floated over his eyebrows, "This time, the sacrifice of the first departure...... It's not as simple as you think. If you want to avenge him as soon as possible, Fuxi Inner Gate is the best choice. ”

Xiu Ling turned his head with a grim expression, "If that's the case, Qin Zun has already taken me in three months ago. Now, since I am a disciple of Jianzun, I will learn from him all his life, and live up to his lifelong study. ”

"Before ......" was muttered for a long time, and the song did not finish the words.

Calling the piano into the wind, he looked back and transmitted, "The matter of apprenticeship, the deity is not reluctant." It's just that the difference between the piano and the sword is determined by heaven, if you are unwilling, you can also double cultivate, and then you will have your own understanding. Think about it before you decide. ”

Seeing that it was gone, Xiu Ling lowered his head and stared at the only remaining sword in his hand, frowning tightly.

Lu Qi has been destroyed, even if there is a sword spectrum left by Chu Li, how can he continue to cultivate?

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, blowing the flowers and leaves of Du Ruo, who was in full bloom at the head of the grave, and blowing the sword book stacked in front of the tomb to turn the pages and pages. One of the pages happened to be opened, and several lines of Zhu criticism suddenly caught my eye.

How to mend the sword?!

According to the secret book, the Fuxi Inner Gate spell "Heaven and Earth Introduction" can imitate the sword qi of the heaven and earth spirit element and reunite the sword shape.

The cultivator was invigorated and galloped away towards the blue sky phoenix.