Feng Jingchen's hand holding the sword was a little harder, trying to regain consciousness, but the sound that poured into his ears everywhere made his consciousness blur little by little.

Ji Sang watched the frost on his legs spread in horror, he couldn't control his body at all, and in the extremely cold temperature, he even felt a little thirsty, and he couldn't move a step with all his might, so he could only pick up his crutches and throw it at Feng Jingchen hard.

The air flow wrapped around the crutches, and when Feng Jingchen was a little uncontrollable, it quickly hit the position of the shoulder blade above Feng Jingchen's heart.

The underside of the crutch was extremely sharp, made of fine iron, and easily pierced Feng Jingchen's bones.

The rhythm still did not stop, and the severe pain hit, Feng Jingchen became much more sober, pulled out the crutch that was stuck in the flesh, and jumped down and stabbed Ling'er who was playing the flute.

Ling'er didn't expect Feng Jingchen's spiritual power to be so strong and still be able to move, she looked at the long sword that stabbed her in great horror, silently thought about her master in her heart, and shouted out in a panic.

"Master! Help me!!! ”

At the last moment, the sound of the piano in the distance made Feng Jingchen no longer hold the sword in his hand, knelt on one knee, raised his eyes to look in the direction of the sound of the piano, and tried his best to control his mind.

Swinging the sword out, he hit Jisang, who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity but was frozen by him and couldn't move, watching the long sword directly penetrate Jisang's heart, and sneered with satisfaction:

"Whoever this king wants to kill, no one can save him."

Jisan was dead, Ling'er looked at the man who was trying to stand up, stopped the cracking and took a few steps back in a panic, and ran away.

Master, if you can't win, you have to run!

Shadow Wuxian rushed over in the direction where the flute disappeared, looking at the master who was a little unstable, his heart was shocked, but he was also disturbed by the sound of the piano, his ears began to bleed, and his head hurt badly.

"Lord!"

"I can't listen to this piano!"

Feng Jingchen had a splitting headache, hated the sound of the piano, pushed away the shadow that wanted to help him, and took out the sword from the dead Ji Sang, and the extremely cold sword qi aimed at the figure that left in a hurry.

Ling'er ran desperately in the direction of the sound of the piano, wanting to return to the master, but she just overheard the conversation between the master and Narao, and ran to save someone when she knew that she wanted to save someone.

She couldn't wait to make meritorious contributions, she didn't know that the world was sinister, and she didn't know that there were people in this world with such strong spiritual power, who could even resist the sound of the master's piano.

However, in the next second, a sharp pain in her heart struck, and she looked down helplessly at the frightening blood hole, looked up at the direction where the sound of the piano stopped, and saw the purple figure that made her extremely happy.

"Master......"

Weakly fell, extremely regretful and left the valley without stopping Master's advice.

But it's too late at this point......

It was too late for Worry-free, looking at the fallen figure, frightened, and instantly floated in front of Ling'er and hugged her covered in blood.

"Don't let you run around, always don't listen to Master!"

Distressed and self-blaming, looking at Feng Jingchen who was leaning against the tree and holding a long sword, he raised his hand angrily and raised his hand out of thin air to stroke out a very strong piano intent, carrying the power of destroying the withering and decaying.

Ying Wuxian subconsciously blocked in front of Feng Jingchen, but unexpectedly, the sound of the piano attacked Rao's soul, his head was as if he had been knocked down by a heavy hammer, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his eyes fell on Lin in black.

Those subordinates in the distance couldn't stand up for a long time, and they rolled in pain with their heads in their hands.

Feng Jingchen once again used Linfeng Aoxue to resist, but he could only block the actual attack, and the sound of the piano with extremely strong attack invaded his mind, and he could no longer control his body and fell to the root of the tree.

Carefree hands began to tremble, because Ling'er was no longer breathing, and blood was gushing out of the blood hole in her heart, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have known that Ling'er's body could shed so much blood.

Lu Haitang, who was far downstream of the river, listened to the sound of the piano very irritably, and finally bandaged Li Xianjun's wounds, his nose, ears and eyes began to bleed, and he couldn't bear to fly in the direction of the sound of the piano.

As soon as she sneaked into the mountain, the extremely sharp sound of the piano made her frown, followed by the sound of Dongling soldiers hugging their heads and wailing, and they quickly approached the source with light skills.

Looking at Feng Jingchen and Ying Wuxian who fell to the ground, as well as the large number of soldiers, he was instantly dumbfounded.

"What's the situation?"

Feng Jingchen was killed so powerful?

Looking at the purple-clothed man holding a bloody corpse in the distance, he subconsciously wanted to run.

Unexpectedly met someone who could kill Feng Jingchen, hurry up and run, it's especially fateful!

Worry-free looked at the beautiful woman who appeared next to Feng Jingchen in horror, put Ling'er's body on the ground, and muttered in disbelief:

"Begonia?"

How could a begonia that has already died appear here?

Lu Haitang stopped and looked at the man in purple, there was such a person in the memory of Emperor Jiarong in his mind, her master.

Emperor Jiarong is the first person in the Youyue Continent, so you can know how powerful his master is, and he is the first person to reach the Martial God of the Pivot Martial God in rumors.

didn't want to be recognized as someone else, especially if this relationship was not ordinary, Lu Haitang hurriedly replied:

"Take a closer look, I'm not Emperor Jiarong, you are his master, you won't recognize the wrong person!"

Worry-free stopped approaching Lu Haitang, and took a closer look at the woman who looked similar, but was thinner, and it was indeed not like Haitang.

He didn't want to give up the hope he finally had, so he teleported to Lu Haitang's side.

"There's a colorful wind behind Haitang, can you let me take a look?"

When she learned that Lu Haitang was killed by Feng Jingchen, the most painful thing was his master who taught her.

But I couldn't find her body, so I had a glimmer of hope and kept searching for it for a year.

Lu Haitang didn't have the habit of showing people's bodies, and the afterglow swept to Feng Jingchen's heart, which was still undulating, and pointed to the corpse he was holding just now:

"That's your apprentice, right, just throw it on the ground like that?"

Worry-free's face was slightly stiff, looking at Lu Haitang, whose appearance was so delicate that there was no flaw, he was extremely disappointed in his heart, and said with a wry smile:

"That's Begonia's most beloved junior sister, you're really not her, I'm sorry."

Lu Haitang was stunned, looked at the middle-aged beautiful man in front of her, and remembered the girl in her memory who always competed with Jiarong for Master's favor.

"I'm used to being mistaken."

In fact, Master Wuwu is quite partial, always very fond of Ling'er, extremely strict with Jiarong, and has high hopes for her like the emperor of the Tang Kingdom, but has no real love.

Otherwise, how could Emperor Jiarong, who was so powerful, be deceived by Feng Jingchen's gentle words.

When Wuwu turned to leave, he looked back at Lu Haitang several times, saw that there was no emotion in her eyes, and he didn't have the heart to think about anything else, so he smiled bitterly and picked up Ling'er's body and disappeared into the deep mountains

suddenly remembered that he didn't tell the woman just now that he was Haitang's master, why was the woman so sure that he was the master of Emperor Jiarong?

He hasn't been born for a long time, and the only people who can see him are Begonia and Ling'er.

His heart jumped suddenly, and he returned to the original place as fast as he could, but he couldn't see the figure of Begonia, and even Feng Jingchen disappeared.

"Why?"

A voice of great confusion echoed in the mountains, but no one could answer him.

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