Mu Ningyun walked slowly to the square, just glanced at the audience, and found Luo Ning's location. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and at this time, Luo Ning was still closing his eyes and did not look at the stage at all.

Seeing this, Mu Ningyun didn't have the slightest fluctuation in her heart, just took one more look, then slowly sat down cross-legged, put the piano behind her body flat on her knees, and then bowed her head slightly, without saying a word.

The middle-aged man looked at the hot gazes of the gentlemen in the audience, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. I want to be in the academy, even the sons and brothers in those dynasties don't dare to look at Miss Mu directly with this kind of covetous gaze, these toads really want to eat swan meat and want to go crazy.

But after this assessment, I'm afraid no one will think like this anymore.

"The assessment begins!"

Under the middle-aged man's voice, Mu Ningyun put his hand on the strings, touched his fingertips lightly, and then gently plucked them. In an instant, a clear sound rang out from the air.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly narrowed his eyes, because he clearly saw that at the moment when the piano sounded, all the candidates below slowly closed their eyes, and behind Miss Mu, a misty smoke slowly rose.

It was half-soaring in the air, so virtual that it was difficult to distinguish the shape of the body. And the sound of the piano continued to flow slowly from the green white fingertips.

Although the middle-aged man is not a music lawyer, he has naturally heard this song in the academy.

The grade of this piece is...... Third Order!

Take the third-order piano score to assess a group of spirit condensation realms and a few rare spirit building realms. The middle-aged people are sad for their next fate. Don't look at the current Miss Mu's technique is just chanting and fingering, the sound of the piano is also like the mountain breeze, as if everything is fine.

But the middle-aged man knew that the next sound would speed up quickly, and the effect of this piece was to paralyze the enemy at the beginning, making the enemy recall the old scene. This old scene is comfortable and comfortable. But once the sound of the piano accelerates rapidly, then the old scene of this memory is suddenly transformed into the picture that I don't want to see in the deepest part of my heart.

If tragedy is to bring out the best things in the world and then break them to pieces.

Then this piece is to show the best thing in the world, and then not only break it, but also replace it with the most resentful, the most powerless, the most frightening, the most gnashing of teeth in the world.

This song, title: "Nightmare".

After all, the middle-aged man is a master of the Spirit Transformation Realm, so the sound of the piano has little impact on him. But the candidates below were different, and after a while, he saw that when Miss Namu's piano sound became more and more urgent, the eyebrows on the foreheads of many candidates began to frown together.

And the big beads of sweat also gradually condensed on the forehead, and the faces of many candidates either became flushed or pale, and their breathing gradually became short, and under the whole square, it was like hundreds of big windmills were turning rapidly.

Luo Ning was still with his eyes closed at this time, and his face was as pale as ever, but he was not like other candidates, frowning or dripping with sweat.

Three years ago, Jiajiazhai.

"I know it's wrong...... I ......"

"Kill!"

Everything was as if it had gone back to the past, and Luo Ning looked at the familiar scene, the two hundred and ninety-eight heads flying towards the sky at the same time, and some even rolled back to his feet.

The skull was still bleeding, and the pupils were wide open. Even in those eyes, Luo Ning saw his figure.

The first time I killed someone, the first time I saw my own figure in the eyes of a dead man.

Two hundred and ninety-eight heads.

"Bang dang. ”

Luo Ning clearly heard that the knife in his right hand had fallen to the ground, and his own hand was pinching his throat with one hand. Because now he can clearly feel the vomiting sensation in his throat.

However, you can't vomit on your own!

My father had just left, and there was a rebellion in the village below. If you don't do this way of killing, then it means that you are not bold enough as a young master. How will you lead these tiger thieves in the future!

But I'm still a fourteen-year-old kid.

The first time I saw a dead person, it was also the first time I killed someone. But I also absolutely, absolutely not vomit.

Although the two hundred and ninety-eight heads were cut off, he still had to keep the wind calm. Despite today's wind, with a strong bloody atmosphere, today's clouds have also become a little reddish.

One hand was clutching his throat, his feet were filled with lead, and it was difficult to walk half a step. But Rao is like this, Luo Ning also dragged his body, slowly came to the door of Jiajiazhai Village, and pulled out the Jiazi Mountain Flag vigorously.

Then he tilted his head slightly, just looked at the fluttering of the tiger mountain flag, put down the hand holding his throat gently, and closed his eyes tightly.

The fingertips were too hard to sink into the flesh of the palm, oozing a trace of blood. And it was at this time that the vomit in his throat was swallowed by Luo Ning.

......

The desperate escape on the way to hunting, the tearing pain of the wound on the body smashed by the stone in the cave, and the soul being touched by the roar of the third-order demon beast.

Everything flashed in Luo Ning's mind, and it was so real that it was like being reborn.

But Luo Ning knows that this is just a memory.

In other words, it is a memory that dissects one's heart.

Now in the square, thousands of candidates have fainted on the ground one by one, and the rest are also wailing and crying. There were those who roared angrily with their heads in their hands, and there were those who trembled with their hands on their knees.

"Finally...... Are you coming? ”

Red Tiger Mountain, the heavy night, and the oppressive wind and clouds.

Three thousand city guards.

"No mercy!"

"Hmm-haha-ha, you all have to die!"

"Avenge the leopard master!"

"Less in charge, here we come!"

It's exactly the same.

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Luo Ning's eyes, and this memory was as real as being reborn. But Luo Ning couldn't do anything, and his body was just like last time, unable to move. can only look at his brothers blankly, one by one, to death as before.

The bandit who hugged Bi Fang's legs tightly even when he was dead, this time, Luo Ning could clearly see his face. Thick eyebrows, eyes as big as bells. Luo Ning recognized that on the day of the Jiajiazhai massacre three years ago, he was standing beside Luo Ning, and at the same time as Luo Ning, he waved a big knife and cut off people's heads!

But, what about now?

All this made Luo Ning feel powerless like never before, but what could he change!

Nothing, can not be ......

The mountain flag was still slowly falling, and the thief holding the mountain flag high was also hacked to death by Na Bi Fang with a knife just like last time. In this world, only Luo Ning can clearly see that this thief is unwilling to fall, and the tiger word is in the wind.

The rest are all reduced to a fight!

and the ground, a mixture of blood and tears.

That year, the bandits were as fierce as tigers.