Even if it wasn't the wind writing the moon, it was probably from the same school, otherwise with such a strange piano sound, Murong Zhi was sure that there were really few people in this world who could play it! In the fog with the treacherous of dreams, such a technique is definitely not something that ordinary people can do!

The direction from which the sound of the piano came was to the southeast of where they were. The stirring sound of the piano almost blew the fine willows by the river, and with a little internal force, like silk, floated over from the bank of the river. The internal force was probably for attacking, and it was also for declaring war, and the destination was in the direction of Nangong Ao and Murong Zhi.

Nangong Ao quickly stretched out his hand and turned his fist into a palm. With a light fist, hit the void! Subsequently, beside him and Murong Zhi, it seemed to form a circle of light! Wrapping the two of them in it, cutting off the internal force transmitted by the sound of the wind writing the moon. The internal force rebounded, and then the internal force quickly dissolved into nothingness in mid-air, and the silence dissipated.

Murong Zhi glanced at Nangong Ao and asked, "It seems that he already knows that we are coming?" And don't plan to run anymore? ”

"He should know that he can't run away, the ends of the earth, no matter where he runs, this king will definitely catch him!" Nangong Ao's voice was cold, and his cold eyes looked in the direction where the sound of the piano came from. That look was the same as Murong Zhi's eyes, there was no warmth, as if he wanted to see the people behind the tree through the hanging willow tree on the bank of the river in front of him, and pass on his anger and killing intent!

As soon as their words fell, not far from the river, a voice as warm as flowing water slowly came: "The princess of war and His Royal Highness the king of war are coming, and they are not welcome from afar!" ”

As soon as this voice came out, Murong Zhi's eyes turned cold! The sound is written by the wind and the moon, and it is exactly the same. Nangong Ao had basically never heard much of the voice of Feng Shuyue, so after hearing this voice, he quickly glanced back at Murong Zhi, and saw that her eyes were cold, and through her face, he could also see that this voice should belong to Feng Shuyue.

"Then you come out to greet you, hide behind the trees, hide under the night, don't come out for a long time, and have the face to say that you are not welcome, as if you are very polite!" Murong Zhi's tone was slightly mocking and disapproving. And...... Very thick contempt, and murderous!

For such an obscene and shameless man, Murong Zhi didn't feel that she needed to be polite, and even took into account the other party's mood when she spoke. He'll feel like it's an absolute waste! Respect and politeness should only be given to those who deserve and deserve it. Obviously, the wind writes the moon and does not deserve it!

As soon as she said this, a faint laugh came from the wind. The laughter was pleasant, but it also had a faint lack of middle qi, obviously because he was injured by Nangong Ao before, so he hasn't recovered yet!

He smiled faintly, and then a gust of wind blew across the river below the ten-mile long pavilion.

The man in white held the piano in his hand and slowly landed on the surface of the river, almost step by step, stepping on the smoke on the river, and slowly walked towards Murong Zhi. After she came, she saw Murong Zhi and Nangong Ao behind her! The three of them looked at each other, and they could only see Feng Shuyue smiling, but strangely, they still couldn't see his face clearly.

Maybe it's because the night is too heavy, or maybe it's because of his secret optical skills!

Murong Zhi glanced at the past, didn't say a word, and went straight to the knife!