The continuous sound of breaking the air came, Su Yunran's body was extremely fast, and several afterimages flashed, quickly dodging many cold arrows, his eyes were calm, and there was no trace of waves.

The coercion in the air was a little heavier, Su Yunran frowned slightly, and the deep spiritual power gushed out, bringing up the cold arrows in the air, and stopped in mid-air in an instant.

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment, then heavier.

The cold arrow in the sky paused in the air, but at that moment it changed direction and shot out quickly, the tip of the arrow glowing with cold light.

The cold arrow entered the earth, and there was the sound of swords entering the flesh, and the land, which looked very desolate, actually moved slightly, and then there were dark red blood stains slowly gushing out, staining a large area of the land.

Even the detached withered grass seemed to have life, frantically absorbing the bloodstains, and its body became blood-red and dull, constantly shaking, making a strange light sound.

A fine and dense whimper sounded, with great grief and sorrow, the withered grass danced wildly, and countless vines grew from the ground, spreading rapidly, converging into a huge net, and heading towards Su Yun.

Su Yunran's eyes swept through the dark light, the jade flute in his hand was raised, and he swiped lightly at the net-like vines, and the spiritual power was running quickly, extremely sharp, and strangled towards the vines with a strong murderous aura.

A loud sound was heard, and blood flowers exploded in the air, staining large swathes of the sky red.

The broken vines fell to the ground one after another, and were quickly swallowed up by the wasteland, with a strange chewing sound, one by one, which was particularly obvious in this silent environment.

The air froze for a moment, and then, when greater pressure came, the stele began to shake violently, cracks appeared in the ground, and a dark mist slowly rose and filled the air.

Those withered grasses, when they came into contact with the mist, suddenly began to grow wildly at an extremely fast speed, and in less than a moment, they completely covered this wasteland, and the tips of the grass kept shaking in the direction of Su Yunran, making a dense sound.

At this time, in the empty wasteland, the withered grass suddenly fell into silence, no longer moving, and stood very obediently, bending slightly and seemingly respectfully.

There is the sound of the piano coming from the distant sky, calm and distant, with an ethereal artistic conception, which seems to have the power to cleanse everything, making people's hearts calm.

The withered grass shook slightly, and then began to dance gently, all in the same direction, accompanied by the calm sound of the piano, with an inexplicable rhythm.

The heavy pressure in the air slowly dissipated, and everything began to slowly return to calm.

Su Yunran stood on tiptoe, standing in the air, his black robe hunting, the bundled green silk crossed a sharp arc in the air, and the eyes exposed outside were sharp and filled with a deep chill.

The sound of the piano was melodious, the dead grass danced, and the gloomy dark clouds in the night sky slowly moved and thinned.

Su Yunran raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered, with a thick disdain.

The dark purple jade flute slowly moved to his lips, and the green fingers pressed the jade flute, Su Yun's thin lips were slightly opened, and the light flute sound poured out.

The sound of the flute is light, with a calm state of mind, not alarmed, but with a fresh coolness, as if the cool breeze is gently blowing, blowing away the dust covering all things.

The sound of the piano began to slow down, but after a while, it suddenly became excited, with ups and downs of emotion, deep and heavy, as if it was about to burst out.

Su Yunran's fingers flickered, and the flute sound rose, light and clear, with pure taste, lingering in the deep night.

The sound of the piano and the flute are opposed, and no one will back down.

The withered grass in the wasteland, as if it had lost its mind, began to swing wildly, making jagged sounds, accompanied by a little whimper.

Su Yunran frowned slightly, the spiritual power of his fingertips was condensed, the purple streamer flashed, and the sound of the flute suddenly became sharp.

I could only hear the sound of the piano suddenly out of tune, followed by a burst of string breaks, accompanied by a painful muffled grunt.

Su Yunran's eyes shone brightly, the jade flute in his hand turned, and his body rushed downward, and the sharp spiritual power quickly cut off all the dense dead grass, revealing a small square of ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Yunran raised the jade flute in her hand and stabbed obliquely in one direction, her body was extremely fast, only the afterimage of the Dao was left, and she had already come to a deep ancient tree.

The jade flute pierced the barrier in front of the ancient tree deeply, and a fine cracking sound sounded, and the space was distorted, and then, the sound of breaking continued to come.

Another painful muffled snort sounded, a dazzling light came out, Su Yun pursed his lips, his body retreated rapidly, and at the same time, his palm condensed a deep spiritual power, and waved it mercilessly towards that piece of light.

A huge sound came, and the air suddenly became extremely dull, and the pressure was terrible, and the dead grass around it bent over, and the blood-colored grass began to break, and the dark red blood splashed out, smashing on the ground, and blooming bewitching and strange flowers.

Approaching with murderous aura, Su Yunran sneered disdainfully, and the jade flute in his hand met him, wrapped in an undisguised killing intention.

In the night, there was a crisp sound of weapons touching, and the sharp air current, centered on Su Yunran, dispersed in all directions.

In an instant, all the dead grass on this wasteland was cut off.

Dark red blood splattered, and a thick bloody aura diffused in the air, and everything was dyed with a dull blood, strange and enchanting, with deadly danger.

The cold tip of the sword pierced the stagnation of the air, Su Yunran tilted his head slightly, avoiding the murderous sword of the comer, and then his body turned, and the black cloak fell to the ground with a pick of the jade flute in his hand.

The black figure turned quickly, and the black spiritual power swirled, quickly approaching Su Yunran's eyes.

Su Yunran carried the hand holding the jade flute behind his back, and stretched out his other hand in front of him, as if he grabbed it inadvertently, and grabbed the black spiritual power.

The figure in front of him paused, as if he was about to struggle, but the spiritual power on his body tightly wrapped around him.

Su Yunran grabbed the spiritual power with one hand, pulled it gently, and calmly looked at the constantly struggling figure, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he was getting tighter and tighter, the figure stopped moving and gathered all its spiritual power.

Su Yun raised his lips suddenly, and the hand holding the spiritual power moved slightly, and the strong spiritual power spread out, trapping the person tightly.

His heart suddenly stagnated, his qi and blood churned, and the black figure felt that the terrible pressure enveloped him, and he couldn't move.

There was a wind whistling in his ears, and Su Yunran's prevalence suddenly retreated, falling on the treetops not far away.

Blazing flames rushed in, obscuring a large expanse of the sky, and the withered grass began to burn, dancing wildly with strange noises, mixed with dull chirping.

Su Yunran frowned slightly, his fingertips splattered out of spiritual power, and the jade-colored array rotated rapidly, tightly entwining the figure.

The flames flew with the temperature at which everything was burned.

The jade-colored front trembled slightly, making an uneasy "buzzing" sound, flashing with bright light.

The black figure, trapped in the middle of the flames, stopped struggling and stopped moving. The front tightly bound him, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, his face remained unchanged, and his expression was extremely stiff.