ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Sensing that the spiritual power in his heart was beginning to run wildly, Xing Lian frowned.

The phantom kite's defense has always been top-notch, and even when it blocks the huge fluctuations ahead, it is impossible to stop the attack of this small flute.

As it turned out, the flute was really powerful.

Unlike the usual timbre that confuses people's thinking, this song is completely pierced into the air by countless fine mystical powers, which makes people unguardable.

Inexplicably, she was a little worried about the man in Xuanyi who had no barrier in front of her.

Like Xinglian, the Fire Qilin frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little wary of the woman holding the piccolo.

Piccolo is a refining tool, different from ordinary weapons, and it is extremely harmful to the human body and even the beast body, although the phantom kite can resist this force, but for a long time, even she may be injured.

"Star Refinement?" Finding the fluctuations in Xinglian's mood, the child who was sitting peacefully suddenly re-transformed into the form of an ice python, slowly wrapping around her body, and a faint white light overflowed all around her body, enveloping her in the middle.

"Ice python, help me."

"Hmm."

The woman who had been leaning suddenly sat up straight, her legs crossed, and her eyes stared at the girl playing piccolo in front of her without blinking.

For a moment now, she suddenly felt a burst of heat in her right eye, and then, the chaotic occult spiritual power created by the sound of piccolo in the air was clearly seen by her, and the turmoil caused by each note was like a slow-motion filter, and it was written down without dropping.

Sure enough, it wasn't an accident that Django could see through the magic of ten thousand Gu worms at a glance.

Now that I know that one of my eyes contains some kind of energy, I can even explain why I can understand a completely unknown spell just by looking at it once.

The Xuan Spiritual Power scurrying in her body was suppressed by the Ice Python, and she concentrated slightly, and an orange spar suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Huo Qilin looked at the woman beside her in a daze, and couldn't help but slander, at this critical juncture, she actually had kung fu to perform alchemy?

But when a guzheng appeared in front of him, the fire unicorn was even more surprised.

Oh my God, when people use musical instruments as weapons, you take them too......

But after all, people know how to operate, what kind of trouble do you want to make when you just touch out a guzheng?

When Xinglian dialed out the first timbre, the fire qilin's bloody expression was suddenly replaced by shock.

It's a tone that is plucked out entirely of an anti-requiem.

"Zheng ——!" The shrill sound was disorderly, but within the range of the naked eye, the fluctuations of the piccolo were bounced back, and as the timbre popped, the two men who were originally standing quietly suddenly seemed to have pressed the turn button, and their figures moved.

Xinglian's eyes were dark, and he no longer looked at the scene in the four landscapes, just stared at the woman playing the piccolo in front of him without blinking, her wave of timbre invaded, she fought back, the jet lag before and after was the benefit, and the girl's soul-inspiring tune no longer worked.

Dozens of moves back and forth, Xinglian gradually figured out the rules, defended as an attack, the tone under his fingers was chaotic, and his slender fingers plucked out one note after another like flying, and finally simply stood up, set up the zither in the air, and attacked the girl fiercely with the tone.

The girl's forehead was gradually covered with cold sweat, her eyes were surprised, as if she couldn't believe it, her fingers flew on a few key holes of the piccolo and slid back and forth, and the flute sound gradually pierced, screaming like a storm.

"If you don't die, you won't die." Xinglian sighed, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a weird smile.

What she was waiting for was this woman's luck and her whole body of Xuan Spiritual Power covered on the piccolo, so ......