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The faint sound of the piano swept in front of Xia Dong like a wave, and in an instant, the birds were startled, the dead leaves fell, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that they were rendered with a killing breath in this invisible piano sound.

Xia Dong jumped up at this time, and gave up the horse that was already trembling in the murderous sky.

"I heard that there are Qin Chou in the Sky Net, the two masters of the sword wind, a few days ago, the people in the net came to the palace in person, this one, it must be Qin Chou!"

However, as soon as Xia Dong finished speaking at this time, he felt that the internal force in his body that had been running to the extreme was disordered.

Then, a woman wearing a pure white mask and dressed in white suddenly flew into the air, stroking the piano while using the long piano as a weapon, and called towards Xia Dong.

It's just because there is a stunt in the seven-string technique cultivated by Gong Yu, which is called the seven-string invisible sword. It is to infuse the superior internal force into the sound of the piano to disturb the enemy's mind, and the opponent's internal force resonates with the sound of the piano for a lifetime, and it is unconsciously made by the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano is soothing, and the opponent's moves are also soothing; The sound of the piano is abrupt, and the opponent's move is also abrupt. But the tricks on Gong Yuqin are exactly the opposite of the sound of the piano. His moves are fast and the sound of the piano is doubly leisurely, and the opponent is bound to be unable to block it.

Xia Dong was raised by Xia Jiang, the head of the Xuanjing Division, since he was a child, and he is a first-class person in today's martial arts. Coupled with his rich experience in life-and-death struggle, he is proficient in various assassination and life-fighting methods, even if he is a master of equal strength, he will inevitably have to drink hatred in Xia Dong's hands.

It's a pity that the sound of Gong Yu's piano is slow and urgent, suddenly silent, suddenly loud, after a while, the sound of the piano is playing more and more urgently, and the moves in Gong Yu's hands are getting slower and slower, and the strength is getting bigger and bigger.

With only dozens of moves, Xia Dong's face already showed a lot of beads of sweat the size of beans, obviously, the martial arts cultivation of the person who came was far above her.

At this time, Xia Dong had already resigned in his heart, after all, the masters of the Xuanjing Division were different from the masters of the rivers and lakes, and they would never pay attention to any integrity and face. Completing missions, killing enemies, and protecting themselves is the order they need to follow.

At this moment, the sound of the gong feather suddenly rang loudly, and the sound of the piano sounded, Xia Dong took a step, and the sound of the piano sounded five times in a row, and Xia Dong involuntarily took five steps back. When he withdrew from the fifth step, he could only hear a piercing long note from the palace feather long qin, and then, a silent palm force passed behind the long qin and hit Xia Dong's chest.

At this time, Xia Dong's mind was drowsy, and he couldn't avoid it when he was in the palm of his hand, and with a sharp pain in his chest, he vomited out a mouthful of blood, and then the whole person was darkened and fainted.

At this time, after Gong Yu took away all the evidence on Xia Dong's body about the case of Qingguo Gong's invasion of land, he suddenly had a few big holes on Xia Dong's body, and then the whole person turned into an afterimage and disappeared without a trace.

The matter of King Yu giving Yang Yanhan a thousand-year-old shouwu, whether intentionally or unintentionally, soon spread throughout Jinling City.

Regarding Yang Yanhan, that is, Mei Changsu, the talent of the Qilin mentioned by Langya Pavilion, Xie Yu's opinion on the prince is that if you can use it, you can use it, and if you can't use it, you will kill it.

Yes, just got the news that Yang Yanhan had a good relationship with King Yu, and Xie Yu couldn't wait to inform the prince of the news. On the other hand, he sent his most proud assistant, Zhuo Dingfeng of Tianquan Villa, and Xie Yu's son-in-law, Zhuo Qingyao.

Regarding Feiliu's amazing martial arts, although most people in Jinling City have only heard of his name and have not seen him, no one will underestimate this seemingly young master. Therefore, the purpose of Zhuo Dingfeng and Zhuo Qingyao is not to directly deal with Yang Yanhan, but to divert Feiliu.

As long as Feiliu leaves, Yang Yanhan, who is "weak and can't help the wind", even if he has a thousand strategies in his chest and millions of scriptures in his belly, he can't compete with a bright steel knife.

Before the third watch, the snow has fallen, and it seems that tomorrow should be a glass world made of ice crystals. If there is no disturbance in this world, you can make an appointment with two or three friends, drink around the fireplace and enjoy the snow, and think about the scenery, which is a joy in the world.

Yang Yanhan didn't fall asleep, and quietly leaned against the window with Feiliu and looked out of the window, for a long time, Yang Yanhan suddenly showed a faint smile, and muttered to the window: "Such a big snow, come to think of it, it's enough to cover up all the traces!"

At this time, a series of black shadows suddenly appeared from the side of the east wall of the snow house, and after jumping on the courtyard wall, they lay down on the ridge of the roof and stood still, and a second black shadow swept in, and so on several times, nearly ten people had come to the roof of the snow house.

And Yang Yanhan, who had just warmed a pot of old wine in the snow house, nodded slightly to Feiliu, and the window of the west chamber of the snow house suddenly shook, and almost at the same time as the window sash shook, there was a muffled snort on the ridge, and a person had fallen headfirst into the courtyard, and at some point there was a slender and flexible figure under the night, and in the ghostly flash, the remaining few black shadows had been forced back to the roof of the east wing, and they were very embarrassed.

At this moment, three figures suddenly flew out of the south wall, and two of them shook their long swords, stabbing towards Feiliu to the left and right. The other person did not hesitate to take the opportunity to rush into the snow house.

In half an hour, Zhuo Dingfeng believed that it would never take half an hour of effort, and the people who rushed into the snow house would cleanly solve Yang Yanhan. Not only did he believe this, but Xie Yu also believed it, and the prince also believed it, including the man in black who rushed into the snow house.

Inside the snow house, Yang Yanhan didn't seem to see the black-clothed man who had just rushed in, just a person, faintly looking at the wine jug on the clay stove.

The small fan flashed gently, and the wind made the fire in the tandoor flicker, like a dancing elf.

The steel knife, the footsteps, the strong wind, seemed to be afraid that the other party's haste would disrupt the orderly rhythm of the fire in the clay oven, Yang Yanhan suddenly waved his free hand impatiently.

Blood slowly appeared from the forehead of the man in black, a small hole as thin as a hair, ruthlessly taking away a fresh life.

"Poof!" The sound of the corpse falling to the ground finally sounded, and under the fierce and strange moves of Feiliu, only the two masters who appeared last were struggling to resist. With the martial arts of the two of them, they naturally understood that one person had already fallen down at this time in the snow house.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang!"

The sound of fighting in the Mansion of the Marquis of Ning Guo did not wake up the guards and patrol battalions, but it woke up Xiao Jingrui, the eldest son. It's a pity that when he arrived, he only saw two black-clothed men who swept out like lightning, and corpses on the ground.

"What about Brother Yang?" Xiao Jingrui asked anxiously at Feiliu at this time.

"Inside." Feiliu doesn't say much, but it's often simple and clear.

As soon as Xiao Jingrui stepped into the gate of the Snow House, he heard Yang Yanhan say with a smile: "The night is long, I have a pot of old wine, just drink it with you Jingrui!"