readx;? Chapter 359: In the catastrophe

On the other side, the pavilion master's hands, which had stayed for a while, suddenly played at the moment when the warrior's qi was cut off. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Ten fingers kept wandering back and forth on the Tianlong Guqin, but the elegant Tianlong Guqin played a vicious and violent sound. The sound of the piano lingered everywhere in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and when the skeletons controlled by Xuan Ming heard the sound of the piano, they all stopped fighting and stood in place, like a drunk person staggering and falling down at any time.

The pavilion master slid heavily over the Tianlong Guqin, and the last sound burst out. Tens of thousands of skeletons on the ground collapsed in an instant, scattered on the ground. The dry bone net that shrouded the Red Sleeve Pavilion could not withstand the power of the eight tones of the piano, and shattered into powder and filled the air.

However, the eighth note of the eight tones of the qin is not over yet, what is the reincarnation of holding on? That is to control the cycle of life and death, let you die, you will not live. Let you live, and you shall not die. "Reincarnation, death!" The beautiful woman-like pavilion master has become a rickety old woman at this moment, and the weak three words spit out from the pavilion master's mouth, and the sound of the piano hovering between heaven and earth instantly merged together, condensing into a spear in mid-air.

The pavilion master who was very weak in the Feng Xue Examination Gang opened his eyes with difficulty, grabbed Xiao Sheng's right hand weakly, and said weakly, "Xiao Sheng, don't save me." Without these black dry bones in time, my life would have come to an end. Get out of here with everyone. ”

With the death coming out, the sound of the piano and the long spear turned into lightning and quickly rushed towards Xuan Ming. Floating in the air, the swarthy Xuan Ming had no intention of dodging, looking at the spear and about to poke himself. Xuan Ming suddenly shouted, and suddenly countless black dry bones flew out of his body, and the black dry bones flew out in unison, colliding violently with the oncoming spear.

The spear made of the eight tones of the qin was like a broken bamboo, and with the momentum of smashing the yellow dragon, it cut a passage from the black dry bones, and still quickly headed towards the Xuan Ming.

With a scream, the spear pierced through Xuan Ming's body, and a terrifying black hole still appeared on Xuan Ming's dark body. Xuan Ming's eyes widened and he looked down at the black hole in his chest, "Ah" screamed, and fell to the ground weakly.

was about to fall in front of him, Xiaosheng's figure flickered, and he appeared beside the pavilion master in time, and then the pavilion master who was about to fall. "Pavilion Master, cheer up. Xiao Sheng caught the pavilion master and gently placed it on the ground. It just so happened that in this position, Xiao Sheng saw the scene in front of the pavilion master's body. I saw that the front of the pavilion master's body was full of black dry bones. That's right, these black dry bones were used by Xuan Ming to resist the pavilion master just now.

Xingyuan Keke Fang Yu secretly hated the planet and fought with death, and the sound of the piano and the long spear turned into lightning and quickly rushed towards Xuan Ming. Floating in the air, the swarthy Xuan Ming had no intention of dodging, looking at the spear and about to poke himself. Xuan Ming suddenly shouted, and suddenly countless black dry bones flew out of his body, and the black dry bones flew out in unison, colliding violently with the oncoming spear.

"Pavilion Master!" Xiao Sheng called out to the Pavilion Master with a sad cry, and immediately transferred his martial artist qi to the Pavilion Master's body. However, Xiaosheng found that no matter how hard he tried, the pavilion master's body seemed to be constantly rejecting him. There was not even a trace of martial artist's qi that could enter the pavilion master's body.

The pavilion master, whose breath was extremely weak, opened his eyes with difficulty, grabbed Xiao Sheng's right hand weakly, and said weakly, "Xiao Sheng, don't save me." Without these black dry bones in time, my life would have come to an end. Get out of here with everyone. ”

When the eighth note of the eight notes of the qin is used, it is announced that the pavilion master is a dead man. A fifth-grade saint-level exhausted all the martial artist's qi and even the power of the Yuan Infant in an instant, how could he survive. In addition, the pavilion master and even the black dry bones that Xuan Ming inserted in his body were all highly poisonous, and there was no chance of living at all.

"It's so touching. I didn't expect to see such a touching scene. As soon as Xiao Sheng's words fell, a familiar shrill evil voice sounded behind him.

However, the eighth note of the eight tones of the qin is not over, what is the reincarnation? That is to control the cycle of life and death, let you die, you will not live. Let you live, and you shall not die. "Reincarnation, death!" The beautiful woman-like pavilion master has become a rickety old woman at this moment, and the weak three words spit out from the pavilion master's mouth, and the sound of the piano hovering between heaven and earth instantly merged together, condensing into a spear in mid-air.

Hearing the sound, Xiaosheng looked back in time. As soon as he turned around and looked back, a black dry bone was inserted straight into Xiao Sheng's forehead. Before he could see it clearly, Xiaosheng lost his life. Xiao Sheng was breathless and fell on the lap of the pavilion master. Sitting on the ground, the pavilion master looked at the scene in front of him with a look of horror and disbelief.

The fear and shock in the pavilion master's eyes had all disappeared, and two lines of tears couldn't help but flow from the corners of his eyes, and he turned around to inspect his disciples behind him, and said three words weakly, "I'm sorry." ”

The three words fell, and another black dry bone ran straight through the pavilion master's chest. A generation of heroines, the female pavilion master Dream Jusheng ended her life like this.

As soon as the biggest backing of the pavilion master and Xiao Sheng died, the disciples of the Red Sleeve Pavilion were all dumbfounded, disheartened, and didn't know what to do. Maybe it was because they saw their pavilion master, Elder Taishang being killed, everyone's fear was diluted by hatred, and they shouted in unison and headed towards Xuan Ming.

On the other side, the pavilion master's hands that had stayed for a while suddenly played at the moment when the martial artist's qi was cut off. The ten fingers kept wandering back and forth on the Tianlong Guqin, but the elegant Tianlong Guqin played a vicious and violent sound. The sound of the piano lingered everywhere in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and when the skeletons controlled by Xuan Ming heard the sound of the piano, they all stopped fighting and stood in place, like a drunk person staggering and falling down at any time.

"Come, come, my lovely corpses. Xuan Ming's arm was like going crazy, his arms were spread, and the black dry bone arm instantly stretched out for dozens of meters, and the dry bone arm was swinging back and forth among the disciples of the Red Sleeve Pavilion. With a slight swing of his hand, there were countless disciples of the Red Sleeve Pavilion who lost their incense.

In less than half a pillar of incense, all the disciples of the Red Sleeve Pavilion fell to the ground, and none of them were alive. At the same time, it was useless for one person to be able to get close to Xuan Ming for half a step. The corpses were piled up, and the Red Sleeve Pavilion was filled with the smell of blood. Smelling the blood, Xuan Ming became more and more crazy, jumped into the mountain of corpses.

Only Fu Xiao and Elder Taishang Di Sheng were left in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and none of the others survived. The Red Sleeve Pavilion has lasted for thousands of years, and it is the second high-level force to disappear from this continent after the Suitian Gate.

On the other side, Di Sheng and Fu Xiao kept running away, and Yin Shan behind him was even more desperate. Di Sheng knew that if he continued to run like this, he would definitely let Yinshan catch up because of his lack of physical strength. Yinshan's strength is a first-grade saint-level, and he is a genuine fourth-grade saint-level martial artist, which must be more than enough to deal with Yinshan.

Just when Di Sheng wanted to stop, a middle-aged man was floating in the air not far ahead. Not knowing who it was, the flute man stopped vigilantly, and never took his eyes off the middle-aged man. And behind him, Yin Shan happened to chase after him at this time. Seeing the middle-aged man, he said respectfully, "I've seen Qiangliang's seniors." ”

When Gang Ke Ke Yuan Du Yu Cha Xingyang Ghost Tongsun heard Yinshan call that person a senior, Di Sheng didn't know that this time it was a catastrophe, and he couldn't play the task given to him by the Pavilion Master and Xiao Sheng.

Hearing Yinshan call that person a senior, Di Sheng didn't know that this time it was inevitable, and he couldn't play the task assigned to him by the pavilion master and Xiaosheng.

"Yinshan, why haven't you solved the Red Sleeve Pavilion for so long, and what time will it be delayed. "Because Yin Shan and Xuan Ming didn't go back to report for a long time, the sect master was worried that something unexpected would happen to them, so he sent Qiang Liang over. In fact, the main reason is that he wants Qiang Liang to recall the Yinshan Xuanming as soon as possible, because they have other things to do.

Xuan Ming finally regained his freedom, and received the task of eliminating the Red Sleeve Pavilion, so why didn't he want to play more. As a result, this task was completed slowly. Now Qiang Liang asked, how dare Yin Shan say bluntly, if Xuan Ming learned that he was suing, it is estimated that the crime will definitely not be bearable.

Needless to say, how can Qiang Liang not know. The twelve ancestors and witches know each other unmatched, how can Qiang Liang not understand Xuan Ming's character. Glancing at Yin Mountain with cold eyes, he didn't continue to ask, but turned his gaze to Di Sheng, frowned slightly, and said, "These two people are from the Red Sleeve Pavilion, why are they here?"