At the Shaoyang Altar, Han Ding was lying on his back on the ground, dripping with blood, and his body was covered with blood marks and burns from the sound waves. The right wrist was cut off, and the steel knife fell to the side. A shocking stab wound in the neck punctured the trachea.

Gan Sheng stood aside, and a hideous blood mark crossed his right side of his face, and half an inch further away, it was an eyeball. Han Ding is not a mediocre person, and under the siege of Gan Sheng and Li'er, he still injured Gan Sheng.

Han Ding is still alive, which is beyond the limits of human bodies. When they fought before, Gan Sheng felt that Han Ding's physical fitness was a little too strong for humans.

Han Ding couldn't open his eyes anymore, but he raised his left hand with difficulty, and his index finger trembled slightly. Gan Sheng squatted down and grabbed Han Ding's left hand. The index finger swiped over Gan Sheng's palm, and Gan Sheng understood that he was writing.

Hand. Wrist.

Gan Sheng rolled up the sleeve of Han Ding's left wrist, and the upper part of his forearm was faintly visible with blue-black scales.

"I have long heard that Lord Han Ding, who is the Lingwei Governor, has never cared about race when selecting talents, and the left and right Lingwei Divisions are werewolves, so it turns out that you are not a human, but a spirit race. Gan Sheng sighed and stared at Han Ding, "This kind of scale is the Yuyuan clan." The Yuyuan tribe originally lived on the coast of Huangzhou, and later the Huangzhou people went to war with the Yuyuan tribe, Jingchuan sent troops to support the Huangzhou people, and the Yuyuan tribe was defeated. The Xiling people forbade them to enter the country, and the Yuyuan tribe had to move from the sea to the southernmost part of the country. Despite this, many of the Yuyuan people were left behind in Jingchuan and Araju, secretly engaged in retaliatory sabotage. ”

Han Ding's index finger continued to move across Gan Sheng's palm.

Father. Mother. Be. I. No.

"You've given up, you've given up revenge, haven't you?"

Body. Portion. Only. Yes. Self. Oneself. Know. Road.

Forget. Finish. Endure. Good.

"You're trying to persuade me to give up?"

For. Self. Oneself. Live.

"I'm not like you. It's been generations since your Abyss were banished, and I witnessed the slaughter of the last of the Intrid tribes, and I can't do it if I were to forget it. The Obuchi clan still lives in Ryuze today, and I am the only one left in the Hind Clan, so I can't let the Reverse Clan disappear from history like this. ”

Han Ding used his last strength to write four words in Gan Sheng's palm. Then the index finger hung down weakly, gradually stiffened, and there was no sign of life.

You. Live. No. Finish.

Gan Sheng was silent for a moment, and slowly reassured Han Ding's hand. Whether he can live or not, of course he knows in his heart. From the moment he decided to take revenge, he didn't think he would leave the city alive.

Qian Ying is invincible, at least in the eyes of outsiders, Gan Sheng did not find a way to solve this dead end, but he can trap Qian Ying for a while. During this time, it is necessary to rely on Li'er to kill Jin Huanchen. Whether he succeeds or not, he Gan Sheng will definitely die here.

He doesn't care. He was the last of the Trobadins, who were doomed to perdition. In that case, let him show the world the style of the Nine Sins for the last time.

Today, it is the swan song of the anti-bard.

It's just that you really want her to die with you? Looking at Li'er in front of him, Gan Sheng hesitated. Although he was determined to die, he was not so mad as to let others be buried. Moreover, he always had a strange feeling in the face of Li'er.

"Li'er. Gan Sheng called softly.

Li'er came to Gan Sheng and blinked, his eyes were not empty as before, but the girl's unique agility. If she hadn't been by her side, Gan Sheng would really have wondered if she had been brainwashed.

Gan Sheng bit his fingers, and his bloody fingertips drew a pair of blood marks on Li'er's ears, and said, "This blood mark can keep you from being hurt by the sound of my piano in a short time." After a while, you can just kill the person with the crown. Whether it succeeds or not, I will let you go and run away immediately. ”

Li'er didn't answer, just nodded silently. The moment Gan Sheng turned around, Li'er's eyes changed slightly.

At noon, the national festival begins, and the killings in the cave are not known to outsiders. The ceremonial officials read out the sacrificial words, Jin Huanchen stood at the front, and hundreds of officials, including poor Ying, stood behind the emperor and prayed together. On the periphery, Li Xiaobing was closely guarded by the Spirit Guard.

If Gan Sheng didn't show up, would the crisis be over like this? Li Xiaobing's heart was filled with unease.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the piano. The sound of the piano was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the empty and solemn altar. Li Xiaobing smiled bitterly, sure enough, it was not over.

The abrupt sound of the piano originated from the cave of the soul keeper. A man sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave, half of his face covered in blood, and a xylophone on his lap. The ceremonial officials were stunned in place, at a loss, and the officials looked at each other, not understanding what was happening. Taking a step forward to block Jin Huanchen behind him, the soldiers of the Spirit Guard Division immediately stepped forward to surround the bottom of the cave.

"Right Siwei, Lord Han Ding is in that hole, I'm afraid it's more than lucky. Behind Li Xiaobing, an adjutant of the Spirit Guard Division said cautiously.

"I know. Li Xiaobing bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were slightly red, her fists were clenched, and her nails were digging deep into her flesh.

"What should I do? Lord Shen Zhi is at the city gate, and he won't be able to catch up for a while. ”

"I'll be fine with it. Li Xiaobing shook her head and spread her long hair. The waist-length hair was quickly shortened to half an inch, the color of the hair turned from black to gray, and inhuman claws protruded from the fingertips.

After all, Jin Huanchen was the emperor, and he wanted to show the emperor's bearing in front of his courtiers, so he pushed it away, stepped forward and said, "Who is Your Excellency, and why are you here?"

"In Xia Gansheng. As the man played, he replied, "This is a good wish for my people to Yasugawa on the day of the national memorial." ”

"What clan are you from?" Jin Huanchen frowned slightly.

Gan Sheng said with a smile: "In the lower rebellion of the Yin clan, Your Majesty can still remember." With the sound of laughter, the sound of the piano changed abruptly, poignant and furious.

"Come back! Danger!" Sensing the danger, he didn't care too much about it, and pulled Jin Huanchen back.

"Nine-string harmony!soul funeral!" Gan Sheng laughed maniacally, his hands dancing on the strings as if there were six hands in total. Gan Sheng's ten fingertips were all cut by the strings, and the strings sucked Gan Sheng's blood and gradually turned crimson. The sound of the piano became more and more poignant, and the souls who were offered in the altar instantly rioted, breaking through the barrier one by one, trembling in the air, and then exploding, setting off a terrifying soul storm, and countless sharp sound blades were hidden in it.

The soul storm struck with the sound blade, and the hundred officials, as well as the soldiers of the Spirit Guard, all fell like wheat harvesting, and the stumps were everywhere. In a hurry, he hugged Jin Huanchen in his arms and blocked all the shock waves and sound blades with iron armor.

The sonic impact ended, and there were no other living people in the entire altar except for Jin Huan. He let go of Jin Huan and rushed forward like a monster, leaping up to the cave several feet high in one step, and grabbed Gan Sheng's neck with his iron claws.

Gan Sheng was still playing, the strings were still sucking blood, and Gan Sheng's face was extremely pale because of this, but he didn't panic in any way. With a flick of his wrist, the sound of the piano changed, and patches of illusory souls floated out of the pile of corpses and burst open again. Ready-made killing, ready-made soul.

The soul power formed a barrier in front of Gan Sheng, blocking Qian Ying's iron palm, and immediately turned into a layer of runes, which were printed on the surface of Qian Ying's iron armor. For a while, he couldn't move.

Gan Sheng flicked the strings and maintained the blockade. Li'er flashed out from behind Gan Sheng, turning into a red shadow, passing over the immobile poor Ying, and striking at the only standing figure in the altar.

At the moment when the blade was raised, a shadow burst out of the pile of corpses, dripping with blood, but it was still firmly blocked between Li'er and Jin Huantan.

Han Ding, today I will either avenge you or accompany you.