In the sky, no matter who it is, the mood is a lot heavier, as if infected by a sad song, my heart is like a boulder falling a thousand pounds, I am extremely depressed, and it is even a little difficult to breathe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Junlu raised his head slightly, his expression was desolate and painful!

Sad!

Endless sorrow!

Jun Qinghan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly looked up at the void, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, his heart felt inexplicably sad and sad, and a trace of tears involuntarily overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"The sound of the country, the cry of Yuan Yuan, the chant of the king, the blessing of the cold!"

The Void Tragedy, he had heard, was originally played in the Cliff Academy, Jun Qingwu, and now its voice is a hundred times sad, a hundred times sad, a hundred times resentful, a hundred times sad, a hundred times sad, and a hundred times longing.

"Who, get out of here!"

The eyes of the white-robed ancient worship who were dazed and addicted flickered, and suddenly burst into a sharp light, staring at the void with murderous intent, but a cold sweat broke out behind him, "It was so dangerous just now, and my soul was almost annihilated by the sound of the qin."

The white-robed Gu worshipped an angry roar, resounding in the sky, instantly waking everyone up.

"Get out of here!"

The white-robed Gu worship's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, the yin owl was like a owl, the corners of his mouth were filled with a trace of bloody killing intent, and his fists were squeezed sonorously, "If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Looking at the angry reprimand of the white-robed ancient worship, Jun Qinghan's heart suddenly swelled with a trace of murderous intent, and a fierce aura burst out, his eyes were blood-red, and the hair on his temples gradually turned pale.

He wanted to kill, he wanted to kill.

When Leng Xue Ying died, he wanted to kill people, when his parents died, he wanted to kill people, when Yu Zhange was seriously injured, when his parents were sacrificed, he wanted to kill people, and now, he wanted to kill people and drink blood!

There is no reason, only a nameless impulse in the heart.

Only mottled blood can calm the endless anger in my heart.

"Whew!"

Behind Xiao Jun's death, the black-robed young man let out a long roar, anger gushed out, and every inch of his body was covered by pitch-black dragon scales, holding a nightmare demon soldier, barbling the sky, stirring the vision of heaven and earth.

Xiao Jun was shocked, and suddenly turned around, only to see the demon soldiers swinging, letting out a low roar like a demon king, and slashing towards the white-robed ancient offerings, endless soldiers strangled and strangled in all directions, destroying the withering and decaying, and actually shaking and crushing the void.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

Looking at the halberd coming from the sky, the white-robed Gu Worship smiled contemptuously, his sleeve robe flickered slightly in the air, and the majestic attack disappeared immediately.

"Little Blue Flag, dare to attack the old man, it's just beyond my strength!"

Jun Qinghan's expression was shocked, the anger in his heart became more and more wild, the river and the sea in his body turned over the river, and the infinite hatred contained in it seemed to break out of his body, his footsteps vibrate, and he made a sound of stomping and stomping, and he actually went towards the white robe Gu worship step by step.

Xiao Jun's expression changed drastically, "Into the devil!"

Immediately, a slap was placed on the top of Jun Qinghan's head, and he scolded: "Wake me up!"

Jun Qinghan's body stiffened, and he turned his head to look at Xiao Junxuan, his spirit was not awake, but he burst out with more and more fierce anger and killing intent, and his blood-red eyes erupted with infinite anger.

"Groan...... ......

Desolate and sad song, soft, like mountains and flowing water, clear springs dingdong, full of peace and tranquility.

Jun Qinghan's figure suddenly froze in place, the anger around him receded like a tide, looking up at the sky, his eyes faded blood red, but he looked a little lonely and thin.

Above the sky, the rolling clouds gradually dispersed......

The Six Great Gu worshippers looked stiff, staring at the people hidden behind the clouds, but Xiao Junlu let out a sad sigh and lowered his arrogant head.

A piano ...... Old and broken!

It was a woman, or an old woman, who was playing the harp!

There is no heavy makeup, no purple and red, the woman is wearing an embroidered dress, but the color is dark and intense, extremely depressed and dim, and her face is old and wrinkled.

"Who are you?"

The white-robed Gu Worship's face changed slightly, and he looked at the old woman and said suspiciously, racking his brains, he couldn't think of the old woman's origin.

"Who am I?" The old woman's withered fingers slid on the strings, "Back then, it was your Heavenly Clan, which scattered my family", the old woman looked at the white robe Gu Offering, and the sound of the piano burst out with infinite killing intent.

"You ......"

The white-robed ancient worship seemed to have thought of something, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Xiao-Wan-Jun!"

The old woman said in a dignified manner, word by word, full of endless hatred, "I am Xiao Wanjun, the woman who hides the Son of Heaven and the Hidden Heaven, and now the owner of the Drifting Snow Building!"

Jun Qinghan's figure flickered, his face was pale, "Xiao Wanjun, his biological mother", looking at Xiao Wanjun's old face, Jun Qinghan's heart appeared with a burst of colic, "Great suffering and great sorrow, she can't have gray hair, but she ...... The hair is gray, and the appearance is glorious!"

In an instant, all the knots in Jun Qinghan's heart disappeared.

Everyone in the sky was stunned, "This is ...... Xiao Wanjun: The beauty who was stunning in the world on the mainland back then has become like this in just 20 years?"

The six ancient worshippers were shocked, "She turned out to be the owner of the Drifting Snow Building, if she had known that the owner of the Drifting Snow Mansion was her, the killer dynasty that shocked Qinglian would have been annihilated."

Above the sky, Xiao Wanjun looked at the black-robed young man below, his dead expression was excited, his heart was full of joy, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with a slight brushing of his sleeves, "Back then, I Wanjun Pavilion died, and today I still want to kill my son, delusional!"

Xiao Wanjun stared at everyone with a resentful expression, "I want you...... Die!"

Before the words fell, Xiao Jun screamed wildly, roared mercilessly, held the Blood Killing God Knife in his hand, and went towards the Six Ancient Offerings, wantonly abusing the Void, "You are all dead, dead!"

Behind him, Qin Yinfeng snorted violently:

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the battle flag was torn, the iron hooves were frustrated, and the twenty-eight dragon-blooded iron horses were crushed towards the children of the Eight Banners, and the breath of terror and destruction quietly swept the heavens and the earth.

Sin Qianqiu limped and shook, holding the Demon Dao, stomping and shaking the void, and roaring and burning the sky all around.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Buzz ......"

Above the sky, Xiao Wanjun's fingers slid and the desolate piano sound burst out, majestic and desolate, sonorous, bloody and crazy. The wild and desolate war song shook the void, like a funeral sound.

Not far away, Xiao Jun slaughtered like a beast, fierce and incomparable! The momentum was churning, his skill was soaring, and he held the scarlet Blood Killing Divine Knife, slashing towards the Qingpao Ancient Offerings.

"Ahh

With a miserable scream, the green robe Gu was enshrined in the murderous sea of anger, and he didn't have the slightest power to resist, and was directly slashed by the bloody sword.

The steaming red blood splashed Xiao Jun's face, but the blood-robed man grinned, watching the Qing-robed Gu Worship's body break into two, his face was hideous and cruel.

The faces of the other ancient worshippers turned cold, and their hearts were panicked and shocked, "Xiao Jun is angry, his strength has skyrocketed so fast!" Qin Yinfeng's mouth was a smile, "This is the killing god!"

Without the slightest pause, after the blood-robed man slashed the Qing-robed Ancient Offering into two pieces, his body flickered, like a long rainbow attacking the moon, and he went towards the Yellow Robe Ancient Offering Sacrifice, and the divine knife in his hand tore out endless blood.

The face of the yellow-robed ancient worshipper changed drastically, and he immediately pulled out his legs and ran wildly......

didn't run out of the three feet, his figure suddenly stopped, looking at the Blood Killing Divine Knife inserted into his abdomen, his face was like ashes, and his vitality was gone.

The momentum of the knife was unabated, and the blood-robed man was dyed with red glow all over the sky, and his hair was flying wildly, heading towards the red-robed ancient offerings......

............

"Khooth!"

But ten breaths, the Blood God Sword into the sheath.

The six ancient offerings, four were killed by Xiao Jun, and the gray robe ancient offerings were beheaded by the guilty Qianqiu. The children of the Eight Banners were slaughtered by the dragon's blood iron horse, and the dragon's blood Tianji horse's hooves were full of blood.

The pale yellow war song came to an abrupt end.

Slim and empty, only one person left in the white-robed Gu worship.

"You, you will suffer a thousand cuts", blood slipped from the big red robe, Xiao Junlu looked at the old man in front of him, with a cruel face, "If you provoke me Xiao Jun, you will die without a full corpse."

The white-robed Gu Worship smiled, looked at Xiao Junzai, laughed maniacally, suddenly turned around, pointed to the middle-aged yin owl in the blood robe and said, "Xiao Junlu, do you really think I will die?"

"Do you still have any hope of living?"

The white-robed Gu worshiped a roll of his sleeve robe, and looked at the people in front of him with confidence, "I want to thank you for killing the other Seven Clan forces, lest I do it myself, but if you want to kill me, you can't help but think too highly of yourself!"

Before the words fell, Xiao Jun's eyes widened, and he suddenly drew his knife and slashed towards the white-robed ancient worship.

The smile on the corner of the white-robed Gu Worship's mouth became more and more brilliant, his figure retreated, and his palm crossed the ring......

"Khooth!"

In the void, the blood-red figure flew out, there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and in front of the white-robed ancient worship, there was a pitch-black iron tower puppet!