The sound of the piano is long and elegant, and the forest leaves and bamboo leaves fall slowly. In the wooden house, a wisp of sandalwood is faintly fragrant, and outside the wooden house, ducks quack. With the sound of the piano, a fierce breath carried a strong wind across it.

"Cold arrogance!" Suddenly, a pair of ghostly eyes opened, the corners of his mouth raised a sneer, his hands flew on the strings, exuding an endless, one after another sound waves, straight to the strong wind, invisibly, formed two equal fighting waves, this strong fighting spirit, can not help but make people's hearts cold!

"If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what is the so-called thing about the comer?" The sound of the piano turned a hundred times, the shaft plucked the strings, and in the eyes, two invisible lusters burst out, and then, a visible air flow formed a full bow and arrow, just waiting to come out of the string.

"Boom ......"

The sharp arrow brought a rolling spiritual wave impact, slashed through the bamboo sea, and rushed to the person who was going deep into the bamboo sea.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the bamboo sea trembled violently, an invisible mushroom cloud formed in the air, and a fan-shaped crater also formed in the bamboo sea!

"Boom!" The bamboos were like sharp swords, with fierce fighting spirit, and suddenly shot towards the hut in the center of the bamboo sea from all directions.

The black robe was brushed, the magic qin sat cross-legged, the old hand brushed, the strings fluctuated, and a wave of fighting spirit floated out along with the sound waves! The space was suddenly fixed, and the bamboo was frozen, but it rotated rapidly.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng ......"

"Bang Bang!"

The moment the bamboo shot towards the hut collided with the sound wave, it turned into a strip of bamboo catkins, and the bamboo around it swayed, and the bamboo leaves fluttered and fell.

"Ghost sound, I haven't seen it for a year, don't come to harm!" A majestic voice penetrated the entire bamboo sea and entered the wooden house, and rows of bamboos fell down, so strong and oppressive.

"Old child, Fuqin suppresses demons, self-cultivation, it's okay. A wave of fighting spirit mixed with the vicissitudes of life spread out.

"Don't invite old friends to sit. ”

"Those who come come and those who go go. ”

"Then I'll come uninvited!"

Suddenly, a light and shadow pierced the bamboo sea and stopped in front of the wooden house, and his eyes stopped on a ray of red light in the wooden house.

"Coming from afar, the magic book is in a thought. ”

The sound of the piano rippled, and strands of suction emanated out, and the people in front of them could clearly feel how strong the murderous aura was carried between the piano sounds, constantly impacting their own mud pill palace.

"Brother Ghost Yin, you have been in seclusion for ten years, and you have not gone out of the Bamboo Sea, and you have really cultivated to a higher level. Under the sound waves, this light and shadow exuded a fighting spirit all over its body, resisting the erosion of sound waves, and the light and shadow became shining.

"Brother Leng Ao, everything in the world lies in a struggle, and seeing through it is empty. The voice was muddy, the piano sound stopped abruptly, the ghost sound floated up, turned around, and the ghost sound in black clothes appeared in front of Leng Ao Guangying, and the spirit was out of the body?

"I didn't expect that such a small child could let Brother Leng Ao take action personally, it doesn't seem simple. The eyes met, and a spiritual power that was stronger than the first spread rapidly. In the wooden house, there was a faint blood light, and Long Tian lay quietly in the wooden house.

"Thirteen years ago, Brother Ghost Yin also participated in the killing of the Long family, and this son is a member of the Long family. Leng Yue's eyes looked coldly at the red light emitted, he couldn't forget, he had been thinking about it for thirteen years, the dragon spirit immortal.

"Sin, sin, turn back to the shore, Brother Leng Ao. Chaos' eyes glowed with golden light, his gaze staggered, and there was silence all around, except for the sound of the wind whistling.

"Hahaha, is this still the Demon Qin Ghost Sound who was born and died with me, and tried to dominate the industry? You also know that with the Dragon Spirit Immortal, you can turn into an immortal body and have supreme power, and I have been looking for it for thirteen years, and now I can feel that the Dragon Spirit Immortal is in this child, and I ask Brother Ghost Yin to hand it over to me. Leng Ao clenched his hands into fists, and wanted to get up and run to the wooden house.

"What if I don't hand it over?" The ghost voice floated away, stopping Leng Ao from advancing, and the four looked at each other, both of them knew each other quite well, both of them were quite deep, and their eyes flashed, and the two actually smiled slightly.

"Bang!" the surrounding bamboo forest suddenly burst open. Suddenly, Leng Ao's footsteps that had just stopped turned into a fierce wind, which was towards the wooden house, and a cold light shot towards the wooden house as fast as lightning, once again stopping Leng Ao's progress.

"I have to get this kid. ”

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, Brother Leng Ao. ”

"Smack!" An unusually powerful collision erupted in an instant, bombarding together fiercely, and both of them were buzzing in their minds at the moment. The young man's face was already close at hand, how could Leng Ao give up easily, in his waist, a cold light stabbed out, the ghost sound's face was indifferent, his body did not stagnate in the slightest, and a cold light shot mercilessly towards Leng Ao's throat.

"Ghost sound, do you want to wade into this troubled water?" Leng Aoguang sneered coldly.

"Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and I have to atone for myself. ”

"The magic harp is no longer a magic harp. Leng Ao's gaze quickly became dark, and the ghost sound's face was unmoved, at this moment, the spirits of both seemed to have been shaken, and the two eyes made the entire bamboo sea seem to be frozen at this moment.

Master, killing invisibly, fighting with the mind. In the pupils, the piano and sword are staggered, the monstrous waves, the fighting light is smart, and it is evenly divided. The sound of the piano is tactful, the sword light is illusory, in the past, the two were good brothers, but today, they are the warring party.

......

The collision of the sound wave and the sword marks, a wave of fighting qi spread, blowing the forest of the bamboo sea, suddenly, two fighting qi, suddenly, the corners of the two mouths appeared blood stains. It is obvious that the two will not be able to tell the winner for a while, and the two figures swept through the pupils like a whirlwind, fighting hard for a long time, and the consumption was very large.

"Silent Realm!" A voice resounded throughout Zhuhai, and the steady figures of the two of them suddenly retreated ten feet away. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but appear blood stains again, and the complexion of Leng Ao Light and Shadow became even paler, and the color of light and shadow also became dim.

"Brother Leng Ao, you better go back, I will leave this child. "The old hand strokes the piano, the fighting spirit is fierce, and the fighting spirit is released.

"Brother Ghost Yin, it's so deep hidden, Leng Arrogant has lost. There was a sneer at the corner of Leng Ao's mouth, and the light and shadow gradually drifted away and disappeared without a trace. On the edge of the bamboo sea, Leng Ao spit out a mouthful of blood, "Ghost sound, it's not simple! If it weren't for the fact that you still have the value of use, ghost sound, you can only compose a song on Huangquan Road. Ji'er, surround the bamboo sea, don't let go of a fly!"

"Yes, father!" Leng Ji called, and several vultures appeared above the bamboo sea, circled for a while, and scattered in all directions, and soon a powerful aura was hidden around the bamboo sea, and the bamboo sea drifted with the wind. In the wooden house, on top of the Suqin, a pool of blood and a string of Buddhist beads slowly turned