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

The sound waves in the air increased a little, and the calm Lien suddenly stood up and walked in front of Django.

Xinglian raised his head, saw the anger on her face, and confirmed that the poison on Django's body was from the qin.

"You hurt Qingyu like this, if something happens to him, I will definitely not let you go!"

Django snorted, just looked up at her, and closed his eyes again.

His mood was suddenly disturbed, Xing Lian was startled, and immediately raised his Xuan Ling Power to protect his five senses, and his five fingers flew like playing an invisible piano, with a strong anger on his face, and he simply sat down next to Django.

The long hair is flying, the robe is windless, and the silent space seems to be filled with a faint sound of the piano except for the manic atmosphere.

No wonder it's called the piano, and sure enough, it's the piano!

Even if they didn't take the antidote, in this sharp piano sound, ordinary people couldn't control it at all, not to mention that everyone was still calmly analyzing the poison at this time.

Django, who was originally disdainful, turned dark, his body burst with mysterious spiritual power, and the moment he suddenly opened his eyes, the piano in front of him was forced out a few steps away, and the sound of the piano was like a broken string, making a piercing "zheng" sound at the eardrum.

As Django became angry, his mood was difficult to maintain, and suddenly a mouthful of black blood spurted out, and his usual face was suddenly covered by a thick black shadow, and his entire face seemed to be eroded by poisonous gas, and even his lips turned purple.

"That's ...... Doesn't that seem to go against the rules of the game? Yuan Lie stroked his heart, suppressed the chaotic qi and blood, and made a faint sound.

"Nosy!" The five fingers of the piano tightened again, and the volley blew a melody fiercely in the air, and suddenly a gust of wind went in the direction of Yuan Lie.

The latter's figure flashed, and he could avoid it, and he stroked his chest again with palpitations, and honestly shut up.

"Look for death!"

As soon as the trick of playing the piano came out, she didn't expect that the palm slapped by Django, who was already poisonous, fell her shoulder blade, and she was just knocked out two steps away, and I don't know when, there was an extra golden bell in Django's hand.

With Django's situation at this time, using the Xuan Spirit Power again would undoubtedly make the poisonous gas spread more rapidly, but his face was gloomy, and he smiled sharply, "The three of you are both Fuxia Kingdom players, I expected that there would definitely be someone among you who was lucky not to be corrupted by the poison, so, how about tasting my Ten Thousand Gu Worms?" ”

The bell "ding" made a crisp sound, and under the urging of Xuan Ling's power, a purple light emerged.

Xing Lian's eyes widened, and he looked at this rare dog-eat-dog excitedly, thinking that the piano was about to stage a blood-vomiting scene, but Qingyun quickly flashed to the two of them and hugged the piano, "Brother Jiang, the game is still going on, and it's not too late to talk about it when the game is over." ”

Hey, the hero saved the beauty?

Xinglian blinked, and quickly jumped up, "If you pay attention to fairness, how can you use music to harm people, I think, this game has long been unfair." ”

"Not bad!" Yuan Lie hurriedly jumped up, this rhythm is completely cannibalistic, they are profiteering, and it is really unbearable for himself not to fan a yin wind and light a ghost fire. "I look at Brother Jiang's current situation, how can it be the result of fair play?"

"Qin'er just thought about Qingyu's situation, and she will make this decision in a hurry, so I will naturally apologize for this, and ask the referee of the competition to be accommodating......"

"Accommodation is small, and injury is big, Brother Yuan Lie, do you think Jiang Gongzi's face is comparable to the bottom of the pot at this time?"

"Miss Qiao, ...... you say this?"

"Enough!" Django's figure flickered, his face became even more difficult to look at, and the bell in his hand shook again. "Brother Qingyun just wants to be accommodating, and I have to repay such a gift."