The sword roared, and the bead seemed to have a spiritual intelligence, and it retreated backwards.

There was thunder in the sky, the wind howled, and the boulder moved, blocking the sword light of the scribe, and the sword light was worn out little by little.

The wind is like a ghost crying, and the thunder is roaring, like the wrath of the gods.

In the wind and rain, the green shirt was independent and cold.

Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing are still trapped in the world, and they are under him, so it is difficult to make a move at this time.

As if because of the resentment that the scribes had blocked their path, the thunder roared, the mountains and rivers rose up, and all the heavens and the earth separated Mr. Win from the bead, and seemed to be roaring at him, as if praying to him, and as if to persuade him, to reassure him and accept this power.

Because of the beads, there is already an initial spiritual rhyme.

It's a coincidence......

It's a chance!

The scribe's body stiffened, and he felt the almost irrepressible temptation in his heart, and his face showed a look of struggle.

He was the core part of this world, and he was inseparable from the other parts, and what they could feel, he felt more and more intensely.

The desire to be a real creature.

The scribe struggled with a look on his face, but sank uncontrollably, he could influence the world, and in turn, the world could affect him.

Because they are one.

His demeanor gradually became dull, and in his mind, the memory was constantly regressing rapidly backwards.

It's as if to rewind his existence back into the world itself.

Yuan Ci, Wu Changqing, the 'plot' experienced in the past.

One by one, his memory regressed, his face became more and more dead, and he suddenly saw the incorrigibly stupid and immature boy again.

Slowly growing up around me, stumbling and crawling, and becoming more powerful little by little.

Walk side by side with yourself on the road ahead.

But for some reason, the young man gradually drifted away, and finally stood with a familiar and unfamiliar figure, where it was pitch black, there was an abyss barrier, dense among the swordsmen, monks, and Taoist priests, the young man turned around and saluted him respectfully.

As first seen.

"Mr. Win, the juniors say goodbye."

The young man raised his eyes to look at him, his voice paused slightly, and he said softly:

"Goodbye."

With a thud, the sea of blood rolled, engulfing the young man, and the familiar clean face was covered by blood.

Mr. Win's pupils contracted suddenly, and there seemed to be a soft clicking sound around his body.

His expression suddenly froze, and the scribe slowly raised his eyes, and there was no longer a trace of confusion in it.

Looking at the vision of heaven and earth in front of him, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

turned into a rebellious sneer.

The murderous intent of anger and the cold reason appeared completely at this moment, and the pride of feeling humiliated because of the temptation and the anxiety of Wang Anfeng in a dead situation were mixed together.

Then he suddenly remembered a passage from the bald donkey.

It is like a blue lotus, a red and white lotus, and the water grows, and it does not touch the water when it comes out of the water.

If it is like this, the world will grow in the world, and the world will not be followed, and there will be no worldly law.

I am born in this world, not in this world.

With a sharp face, he stepped forward with a sword.

Heaven and earth fell and stood in the way of the scribes.

Because there are winds and thunders, mountains, rivers, heaven and earth in front of you.

It is to extinguish the wind, thunderfall, split the mountain, break the mountain, cut the river, and intercept the waves.

Collapse of the sky!

Ground Crack!

All things are in ruins!

The sword light was sharp, and from the top of that opportunity, without hesitation, slashed diagonally.

By the way, it shattered the original moving mountains and rivers.

The green shirt was down, the scribe's face was pale, and his eyes were fierce.

See me.

I'm not me.

……………………………………………………

Dingwu City.

Wang Anfeng's face was slightly pale, and his heart was full of distractions.

There is a great terror between life and death.

With the ability of a middle-grade martial artist to step into the void, as long as he can support it for a while, he can wait for the arrival of Gong Yu.

But with the body of the ninth grade, under the hands of the enraged seventh-rank martial artist, how long can it be supported?

The boy could almost imagine that he would be tortured in every way.

His steps couldn't help but feel a little weak, his heart accelerated, and his breathing was short, as if a huge shadow had fallen on the boy, cutting off all hope.

It was completely different from the pseudonym at the time, and even when he was attacked by the generals.

At that time, he at least had one last way.

Back to Shaolin.

At this time, such a real death situation made his heart tremble, and at this time, his normal state of mind was lost, and dark thoughts seeped out of human nature like evil spirits.

There is one more way.

The boy's eyes were slightly closed.

It's not that he wants to face that seven-rank martial artist directly, as long as he delays time.

There are hundreds of soldiers in this city, and the guards will be the eight-grade warriors, and the county will be above the nine-grade, but not the eight-grade.

Provoke it to rage, and then protect it with a city.

Before that warrior kills all of them, Gong Yu will definitely be able to come.

At that time, it was said that he was crazy and pushed everything else away.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the sun falling on the street, the children running through the street playing, the pedestrians greeting each other, the parents and chattering neighbors, and the familiar world.

The boy's heart softened.

Raised his hand and gently tapped his forehead, and said in a low voice.

"How can you think of these things?"

"When you return to the mountain, you will be punished."

If you survive.

The boy smiled and chose another method.

……………………………………………………

Outside Dingwu City, it was obviously a sunny day, but it was approaching dusk at this time, but it was raining lightly.

The sky suddenly came from the eagle falcon roaring, two silver feather eagles came from the sky, and what was even more amazing was that there was a figure on it, every time he took a step, he could jump out of nearly 100 meters, and when he was about to fall, he often lifted his breath and got up, and his toes lightly touched on the back of the flying eagle, and then he jumped up again, almost like a fairy among the people.

Just as he was about to rush into the city, the flying eagle roared, and the man's body was slightly paused, and his gaze swept downward, and he suddenly turned sharply and fell to the ground.

The vigor was drumming, setting off a wave of air, and the sound of clothes flying was suppressed by a quiet piano rhyme.

The man was dressed in black, with an ancient face and a little indigo on his forehead, like an evil spirit.

His eyes were cloudy, but he was looking at the side of the gate in disbelief.

On top of the bluestone, the young man was wearing a blue shirt and looked peaceful.

There was a guqin on his lap, and his fingers stroked the strings, and the sound of the Qingyue qin was stirred.

What's going on?

Looking at the young man with a calm expression, the murderous aura in the heart of the person suddenly stagnated, originally he planned to go straight into the city and arrest Wang Anfeng, but at this time, the latter appeared in front of him calmly, as if he was taking the initiative to greet him, but it made him suspicious in his heart.

The experiences of the three and fourth elders resurfaced in their minds, and they were even more suspicious.

Could such a scheming person be stupid enough to send it to the door?

No way.

His gaze swept over the young man, because he didn't know that Wang Anfeng had already passed on the message at this time, so he didn't feel urgent in his heart, but because of the experience of the two subordinates, he was very vigilant in his heart.

Listening to its piano sound, it is extremely soothing, and even quite a three-point atmosphere.

Even if it is an ordinary xylophone, it still does not lose its color.

But other than that, I couldn't see the slightest abnormality.

The man's heart became more and more suspicious, and looking at the young man's look, he really didn't look like a stupid person who sent him to death.

Isn't it a suspicious tactic?

Pacing slowly around Wang Anfeng, suddenly his expression was sharp, he pounced, pulled out the long knife at his waist, and tore fiercely at Wang Anfeng's throat.

Wang Anfeng's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

But he can only bet on the person behind him, to catch him alive and ask about the relationship with Ni Fuzi.

Bet right.

The heart was slightly relaxed, the palm of the hand couldn't help trembling, but the overtone popped out of the situation, and the sound of the piano became more and more ethereal, and the man's heart was uncertain and gradually became impatient, and his irascible and fierce temperament gradually gained the upper hand.

Recalling in his mind the description of his subordinate's cruel and conceited personality, he exhaled lightly, tried his best to stabilize his voice, and spoke:

"Today's rain falls, I will give you a piano sound."

"Ending up for you."

The man's expression was slightly stunned, and then he laughed out loud and said:

"How am I, it turned out to be a delaying tactic, and I thought I was so clever, but that's it!"

"You think I'm going to let you stall?"

Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly raised, and his expression was peaceful.

"Don't you dare?"

The man's expression was stunned, he was born with a grimace, he had low self-esteem since he was a child, but after practicing martial arts, he became more conceited, but anyone provoked, he couldn't help but respond, thinking of a piano sound for a moment, and this kid was by his side, even if anyone came, he didn't want to be able to win it.

He smiled fiercely and strode to Wang Anfeng's side, and the long knife in his right hand was directly on the young man's neck.

"Come, let me see how you can kill me with the sound of the piano!"

The young man's eyes were slightly constricted, and the sound of the piano was still melodious.

A plan for doubtful soldiers, a plan for delaying soldiers.

I have achieved the ultimate at this time.

The next thing is to do your best and obey the destiny of heaven.

But I thought about whether my choice this time was still dull in Mr. Win's eyes, and whether it was full of mistakes and omissions?

Obviously, Fang was extremely frightened, but at this time he became calm, and the sound of the piano became more and more melodious, and the man heard more and more that Wang Anfeng had something to rely on, and his heart was uneasy, so he played the sound of the half-que, and a murderous aura appeared in his pupils, and the long knife slashed obliquely, and he was about to chop off the palm of the young man's hand playing the piano.

The blade fell straight down.

Then, like thin ice, pieces shattered.

The man's expression was slightly sluggish, and then turned into a look of horror.

"Gong Yu?!"

With a strange scream, he got up and walked away, this place is desolate, he never thought that there would be a master of the third grade, not to mention that Gong Yu, who originally thought that he was in Guancheng, was very frightened in his heart, and he was about to rush into the city, but he never thought that Gong Yu actually stepped out of the void from this Dingwu City, and his face was white.

Then I heard a few clear whistles, and three sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls dressed in white jumped out of the city.

Gong Yu stepped into the void and glanced at Wang Anfeng, who was pale, and his eyes were already full of appreciation.

Gently bowed his head and said:

"Why don't you play the piano and send it to the end?"

The young man's heart was still beating fast, and when he heard this, he hugged his fist and saluted, and his palm fell on the strings of the guqin.

Although there was no score, but his mood changed drastically at this time, wouldn't it be the best score, his fingers fell on the strings, exhaled, pulled suddenly, and the sound of the piano rose high.

The rain is getting more and more urgent, the three girls use green umbrellas instead of swords, the rain falls like weaving, the heaven and the earth are dyed into a layered cold, with the power of the rain slippery, with a dancing posture into the martial arts, the extremely feminine method, turning the masculine martial arts, the three eight-grade warriors, trapped the man in the encirclement.

Play with the piano, strike with the sword, the sound line is shocking and killing, and the sword move is based on the fierceness.

At the end of the song, the sword was finished, and there were three people standing under the city.

PS: Fifth update, I'm sorry for being so late......