The fiery red clothes floated behind Lu Hong, and the woman with her delicate fingers caressing the strings had delicate facial features and elegant posture. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although she has a spring face, she has a kind of meticulousness that rejects people thousands of miles away, no matter how she sees her, she will only sincerely appreciate her beauty, and dare not have the slightest blasphemy.

"Master......",

Qing'er's voice was surprised, but it was very weak, Lu Hong was puzzled, and when she looked back, she saw that her heart was also pierced by a long sword, and the blood stained her clothes red, she turned her head and glanced at him weakly, and fell down with a bitter smile.

Lu Hong's suicide attack had done everything he could to avoid hurting her, but he still couldn't do it.

"Qing'er",

Lu Hong was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to hug her body, and he couldn't help but stumble, and hurriedly gave her a full aura, and then clicked on the two wounds on his chest to seal his own blood.

He took out the Purple Yang Golden Bottle and pulled out the cork, and the purple qi flowed into his body endlessly, replenishing his weakened spiritual energy.

The sound of the piano behind him is endless, but the aura of that person is greatly weak, his body is full of holes, and the mountains and rivers of ink are difficult to spread forward, and Sun Yao's piano sound seems to have a restraint effect on him, and the mountains and rivers of the piano sound continue to shrink.

"Hey, the scorched tail of the ink",

The Taoist smiled softly and looked at the Yaoqin on Sun Yao's lap, pressed the palm of his hand, and secretly forced out a divine sword inserted in his body.

He didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, the sword pulled flesh out of his body, and his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He moved his arm and shook his head, "This body is still difficult to carry my soul after all."

The strong corpse qi came, and Lu Hong's brows couldn't help but condense, this is the breath on the body of the Yin corpse, he is a person from the Seven Kingdoms?

Sun Yao hooked a string and released it suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly became solemn, the air flow in front of Lu Hong suddenly became hot, and the blazing fire rushed in, the Taoist smiled in a low voice, and the wave of fire that was forced by the dust in his hand made a roar, and he was blocked in front of him, looking like a thick red wall from a distance.

"Well, the breath is different",

This sound wave is not exactly the same as the sound technique of Mo Qingjue in the past, and the sound of Mo Qingjue's sword back then did not have this kind of fiery feeling.

Sun Yao said: "This harmonica is no longer called Jiaoweiqin, but is called Huoyu Bingxin",

"Ding Ding",

Suddenly, the strings jumped up like elves, and the sound she brought with her quickly contracted, turning into a fiery sword.

"Some doorways",

The Taoist chuckled, stretched out his palm to suppress the blazing fire wave, and then flew upside down with his head upside down, sweeping straight out.

Although he was going backwards, he was encouraged by the sleeves of his body, and his aura roared out, and the mountains and rivers of ink also spread forward again, and at the same time, he pinched his hands and planned to use the space spell.

"When",

At this moment, there was a strange sword groan in front of him, as crisp as a drop of water falling into the river, and when he stared at it, he saw Lu Hong reaching out and taking out a silver-white long sword from the Qianqiu Ba Sword Diagram.

The strange light on the body of that sword flowed, and as soon as it appeared, it was full of light, and the milky white aura flowed, and the person could clearly feel the powerful sword intent on this sword.

"The Yunlu Sword of Mo Qingqing?",

The Taoist's heart moved, and the light in his eyes flowed.

Lu Hong took a heavy breath, gathered the spirit in his body, and the Yunlu sword body in his hand suddenly vibrated violently, and the spiritual power rippled out, and the powerful spiritual energy entered his body, and the purple qi around him continued to rise and spread.

When the purple qi had already spread ten miles away, his strength had also climbed to the peak, and only then did he flick his fingers on the Yunlu sword.

"Gong",

The sound wave emitted by Sun Yao's Huoyu Bingxin was like the tide of the river and the sea, tiling in, and Lu Hong's sword sound was like a dragon out of the water, and the flying dragon was in the sky, the already powerful sound tide suddenly rolled out, and the sound of the piano and sword that came into the ears of the Taoist was even more murderous, and the sound tide was still strengthening, and even his eardrums were vibrating.

"Click",

Outside the body seemed to be shattered, and the space where the sound tide passed was shattered, at first there were spatial cracks cracked in front of him, but then there was an endless momentum of shattering, the Taoist frowned, seeing that the void outside his body was shattered, and the space spell was broken in an instant, and then when he looked at Lu Hong and Sun Yao, there was no surprise in his eyes.

He had fought with Mo Qingjue in the past, even if it was Mo Qingjue's sword sound stunt, it was difficult to take advantage of him, and at this time, these two juniors were able to break their own spatial spells with Mo Qingjue's artifact. How could he not be amazed?

The mountains and rivers of ink under his feet no longer spread, and he knew that it would be difficult to trap them with this spell at this time.

And what he didn't know was that Mo Qingjue had a lot of comprehension in his later years, and the method of shattering the void was one of them, this method was only seen by the celestials of the Compassion Sword Tower in the world today, Lu Hong and Sun Yao knew about this technique, but they had not seen it with their own eyes, until Yunlu Sword and Jiao Weiqin went through the training of Xinghua Village's sword cultivation generation after generation, and the two of them joined forces to make this great technique reappear.

And the load they bear is far greater than they imagined.

Drops of blood trickled down Sun Yao's fingers and dripped on the strings, dyeing the plain white into a patch of red.

Lu Hong was even more confused, and when he reached out and touched it, he felt a burst of heat, and blood flowed out of his nose.

"Hong'er",

Behind him, Sun Yao glanced at him with concern, but his fingers did not relax, and the huge tide of sound waves continued to force towards that person.

The Taoist glanced at the two of them and said with a smile: "Boy who doesn't understand the rhythm of music, you two juniors can only exert less than one percent of the power of these two artifacts, and my friend Mo Qingjue will definitely be unwilling to be in the spirit of the sky, these two artifacts can only emit a real shocking sound in my hands Gai Wenquan."

He is the chief disciple of the Taoist evil seat, not only in order to cultivate, the Taoist skills are profound, and the elegant things such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all incomprehensible, in the past he and Mo Qingjue are rare bosom friends, although the two of them parted ways because of the ancient Daomen, but the status of Mo Qingjue in his heart is by no means unusual.

Even when he fought later, he did not make a move against Mo Qing, which can be seen.

"These two artifacts will be deposited in your hands first, and this way will definitely get them back in the future."

He smiled faintly and pinched his hands, his body turned into a stream of ink and sank into the pond below, the ink-colored aura contracted rapidly, and the scroll of ink mountains and rivers soon disappeared, the pond turned into yellow sand, and the figure of the Taoist disappeared with it.

The desert behind him continued to distort, revealing its original form, and a vague and huge sand city came into view.

"Chase fast",

Lu Hong was startled, his heart suddenly brightened, and he turned around and chased in the direction of the Taoist regardless of his injuries. (To be continued.) )