ps: The paragraph describing Xiao Yin in this chapter is the content of Ma Chao's eunuch book that I wrote for a few years before...... There will be a change later.

In the sea of clouds, on the top of the mountain, the cyan figure stood there quietly, and I don't know when the flute came to his mouth, and a flute sound flowed in the clouds.

The sound of the flute is beautiful, as if coming from the sky, like a tower of ten thousand zhang, standing in the sky, straight into the sky, the immortals take the crane, climb the tower and overlook, the eye is extreme, the sky is like a curtain cover, the vast plain is like a thousand miles, the surging river is high and down, stirring in the axe splitting knife cutting, the steep upright cliff and mountain wall, the artistic conception is majestic, it makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The mountain wind is howling, the green robe is fluttering, and the uncle is scorching his eyes closed, and his expression is intoxicated and leisurely.

Xiao Yin floated higher and higher, soaring, jumping over the clouds, colliding with the sky, as if to tear open the sky, and the fiery golden crow, Xiao Yin flowed farther and farther, as if to pass through the nine skies.

The sound of the piano wafted in Sun Xiaodie's ears, and her face showed a relaxed and intoxicated feeling, watching Uncle Tai scorch.

I don't know when.

As the song gradually finishes, the flute gradually weakens.

The aftermath was ringing, Sun Xiaodie stood quietly behind her, did not speak, she really didn't expect that the ruthless master would have this stunt of the flute sound, it was simply so good, very beautiful.

The last note terminates.

Uncle Tai opened his eyes and couldn't help sighing, echoing the previous battle of Ximen Blowing Snow, and couldn't help sighing: "Ximen Blowing Snow's sword is really the pinnacle, if it weren't for his own physical strength and amazing defensive power, I'm afraid it would have been Ximen Blowing Snow." ”

With Ximen Blowing Snow, he was forced to use even the three-body fighting style, and with the help of Xuanwu Jinqigong, he finally blocked Ximen Blowing Snow's amazing sword, and won a lucky move with rough skin and thick flesh.

However, Ximen Blowing Snow will make further progress, this is not the end, and the next sword competition will not be so lucky.

In any case, it is still worth thanking for the fact that he still won the snow blowing at Ximen.

"Why do you want to kill the two gentlemen of Guanzhong Daxia Shanxi Yan and Northwest Shuangxiu Fan Jian, as well as six market seven heroes, they are all my friends!"

A figure flashed, this person with a big red cloak was Lu Xiaofeng, everyone left, but Lu Xiaofeng didn't leave, he had one thing to ask Uncle Tai! That's right, Shanxi Yan and Northwest Shuangxiu are both his friends, and they have a very good relationship, but they were killed by their new friends, and he had to ask, because he was Lu Xiaofeng, not a cold-blooded person.

"They're your friends, but not mine." Uncle Tai was carrying the big sword, and the bamboo flute in his hand disappeared without a trace at some point, he turned around and looked at Lu Xiaofengdao.

Lu Xiaofeng was slightly excited, and asked a little: "Even if they are not friends, they are not evildoers, just let you reach out and let them live, why do you want to kill." ”

"Let it go?" Uncle Tai sneered: "Since you are friends with Shanxi Yan, you should know their details, they are bent on killing me, I almost died there, can I still keep my hand, in that case, either you die or I die, how to keep your hand, you teach me." Lu Xiaofeng, I know that you are benevolent and righteous, but sometimes, it is not benevolent and righteous that can be influenced. ”

Uncle Tai snorted coldly, stepped past him, and said coldly: "The road of swordsmanship, facing countless survival tests, either you die or I die, if you recognize me as a friend, don't say anything, if you don't recognize me, then go your separate ways, you take your Yangguan Road, I take my single-plank bridge." ”

Fluttershy's voice reached Sun's ears: "Fluttershy, let's go!" ”

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the figure of Uncle Tai leaving, stunned, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, let's go, this kind of person has the same virtue as Ximen Chuixue, killing or not killing is only based on my own preferences, what qualifications do I have to say about the other party.

Haven't you killed a lot of people yourself?

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but think of the Seven Heroes of the Market, when they met in Shanxi, one of the vendors performed a unique trick in front of him, the hawker kept his hands and threw out all the buns in the cage, dozens of buns, one on top of the other, straight seven or eight feet high. As soon as he jumped up, he stood on this stack of meat buns in the golden rooster independent style, and he actually stood flat and stable, and the wind did not move. Since then, they have become friends, but they did not expect this friend to die under the sword of Uncle Tai.

Uncle Tai didn't look back, and led Sun Xiaodie down Wutai Mountain.

An hour later appeared on the trail.

An ordinary thatched hut stands there, and the sign of the teahouse flutters in the wind.

In front of the thatched hut, an old peasant woman in her sixties wearing ordinary clothes was cutting bamboo strips.

Uncle Tai led Sun Xiaodie into it, and immediately felt that something was wrong, and there was a strange aura around him, and he could feel a faint murderous aura. Someone is lying in ambush here, someone is coming to kill him. "I'd like to see, who are you?"

Uncle Tai pretended not to notice it, and walked forward naturally. His body has long been prepared to burst out at any time.

His steps naturally crossed the old farmer's wife, and his mind was already communicating with the twilight sword behind him.

Uncle Tai passed by the old woman, and just after walking a few steps, he suddenly heard the old woman shouting: "Hey, young man, ......" The arm was raised, and a flying knife appeared in his hand.

Uncle Tai turned around, pulled out the smoky sword behind him like lightning, and a blue light appeared, and it quickly slashed towards the old woman's throat, buzzing.

The old woman's eyes shot a look of shock, she didn't expect the other party to react so quickly, she hurriedly let out a soft whistle and retreated quickly, and the flying knife never shot out.

The whistling sound sounded as if it were a signal.

Canopy, the roof is torn apart.

A figure holding a three-foot long sword flew out and landed on the ground, revealing his figure, it was a handsome man in his twenties, it was Meng Xingsoul.

Brushing, two figures flashed, and one stood there with a long knife in his hand. One is a scholar with a fan in his hand, it is Xiao He and Ye Xiang.

Meng Xing's soul long sword trembled, and with a brush, it attacked Uncle Tai's throat, the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, wrapped in sword qi, and the speed was extremely fast. Meng Xingsoul's attack was like a signal, Xiao He, Ye Xiang and the sixty-year-old woman tacitly attacked Sun Xiaodie, who was not a threat, at the same time.

Their idea was very simple, use Meng Xing's soul to drag Tai Shu Zhi, and then gather the strength of the other three to kill Sun Xiaodie in one move, and finally deal with Tai Shu Zhi together.

It's a good idea, but it's a pity they miscalculated.

Uncle Tai snorted coldly, and his figure came to Sun Xiaodie's side, and his big hand suddenly reached out, lifting her up, and clamping her under his armpit.

Holding the Great Sword of Smoke in his right hand, he pointed at the four people who were attacking him.