The Evil Moon Sect led by Ah Ugly implemented a mysterious style, and the five people who appeared on the scene were all wearing black half-masked masks, if it weren't for Han Chuang's incomparable familiarity with Ah Chou, I am afraid he would not have recognized it.

As for the other four, there was a sharp edge hidden in their bodies, and these words always made Han Chuang feel a little familiar, he couldn't help but glance at Nie Qingqing and asked, "Who are the other four?"

Nie Qingqing frowned and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's four of the thirteen Taibao. ”

After Nie Qingqing said this, Han Chuang remembered that the Thirteen Taibao who were fighting against him on the Qingzhu Sect had such a sharp edge, but at this moment, these four people could not gather on the same day as they were on that day, and they were all half-step concentration masters.

"How could their strength grow so quickly? They weren't so powerful at the beginning. Han Chuang said confusedly.

"Don't forget Ugly," Nie Qingqing said, "Ugly's strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. ”

As soon as he thought of Ah Chou, who had already taken half a step to concentrate, Han Chuang was also relieved, after all, the Evil Moon Sect was an existence comparable to the Six-Rank Sect, and it was not surprising that there were some special methods.

The opponent of the Evil Moon Sect is a nine-grade sect called Qinxiang Pavilion, and there are three men and two women who come up, two women holding pipa, two men holding erhu, and one man sitting in the middle of stroking the qin.

Looking at the light and breezy appearance, it seemed that there was more music than martial arts on stage, which caused Nie Qingqing to chuckle.

"It's like a bunch of singers. ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "You can't underestimate them, those who underestimate them will suffer a big loss." ”

"They're special?" Nie Qingqing wondered.

"It's really special," Han said, "but not enough to win." ”

Everyone in the audience didn't have Han Chuang's eyesight, and a player from the Fragrance Pavilion came on the stage and immediately clamoured: "Where did the musician come from, hurry down, don't be ashamed." The men stood still, still looking intently at the instruments in their hands.

The strength of these people is not high, and the handsome man who sat in the middle of the piano only has the strength of the peak of Huayuan, and the others are only in the late stage of Huayuan, which is simply not worth mentioning compared to the Evil Moon Sect.

Han Chuang glanced at Nie Qingqing and said in surprise, "The Nine Rank Sect in the Southeast Region has this kind of strength?"

Nie Qingqing glanced at him and said with a smile: "How much strength do you think you can have? It's good to have a Huayuan peak." ”

Jin Sanfu also interjected on the side: "I know that this Piaoxiang Pavilion was originally a sect founded by a group of wandering girls, focusing on music and not paying attention to martial arts, and it is rare to be able to produce a martial artist at the peak of the Yuan." As he spoke, he sighed, "The exercises of the Floating Fragrance Pavilion are a bit different, but it's a pity that the hard power is not good, I'm afraid it will be difficult to shake the Evil Moon Sect." ”

Nie Qingqing glanced at him and said, "Isn't this obvious?"

Han Chuang saw Jin Sanfu's embarrassed face, and hurriedly said, "How did Brother Jin know about this Piaoxiang Pavilion." ”

Jin Sanfu smiled slightly and said, "My father once invited Miss Qin Xiang'er of Piaoxiang Pavilion to perform skills on his birthday, so I naturally know the sect of Piaoxiang Pavilion. It's just—"

He frowned, "It's just why Miss Qin Xiang'er isn't among them." ”

Nie Qingqing said: "I'm afraid I don't think there is much chance of appearing." ”

Jin Sanfu glanced at the Evil Moon Sect and the others, and nodded solemnly.

It stands to reason that as long as he comes to power, the competition should have begun, but the disciples of the Evil Moon Sect did not attack at the first time, including Ah Chou, but just watched from a distance and did not rush to attack.

After a while, the man in the Piaoxiang Pavilion smiled slightly and said, "If you don't attack, then we'll start." ”

Lotus stepped forward, and out of surprise she did not attack, but made a gesture of please.

The man smiled and nodded, and motioned for the junior brothers and sisters around him to start.

In the noise of everyone's drums, in the eyes of opponents, and in the expectation of Jin Sanfu, the music sounded, and the ethereal music seemed to come from the mist of the mountain stream and condensed in everyone's ears.

The sound of the drumming gradually subsided, and the room was quiet, except for the fluttering sound of the piano, which was ethereal, like the call of nature.

Lotus couldn't help but be attracted by it, and his heart immediately had a wonderful feeling, his whole person, as if he was one with the music, the killing and blood that had been in the past, had suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke.

Since he betrayed Han Chuang once, this was the first time he felt completely relaxed, not only in his muscles, but also in his soul.

The other four behind him, like him, were caught in their own world, and the eyes behind those masks revealed a palpable confusion, as if a silent protest against their past lives.

No one knows what's wrong with them, because all are the same as them.

On the rostrum, Sikong Xue, who had already sat back in his place, couldn't help but smile slightly, his eyes were half-closed, and he also fell into a state of appreciation, and an elder beside him couldn't help but ask, "Sect Master, aren't you worried?"

Sikong Blood smiled slightly: "Why worry?"

The elder said, "The lotus has been bewitched. ”

Sikong Blood smiled and said, "Don't worry, the lotus will not be deceived." ”

"But he-"

The elder wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Sikong Xue: "He is willing to indulge in this music, the music is very good, isn't it? Just let him indulge for a while, when it is time to wake up, he will wake up." ”

The elder didn't say anything, he had got the answer he wanted.

Suddenly, there was a "Zheng", and the music turned urgent, from the beginning of the mountains and rivers, suddenly turned into an iron horse Jingo, and fierce contradictions and conflicts filled this piece of music - everyone frowned, not that they didn't like this change, but that this change inspired the fear hidden in their bodies.

Like those once dangerous enemies, armed with blood-dripping knives, approaching them step by step.

"Psychic attack!"

Han Chuang smiled faintly, he may be the only sober person in the field, most of the strong ones are willing to indulge, because they can be sober at any time, and the music can't control them at all, and the martial artists who are not strong enough are completely controlled and can't be sober at all.

There is only one person in the field, Han Chuang, who is strong and unwilling to indulge himself, he doesn't like this kind of music, which will make him think of Lin Jiangxue, think of the snow-white gauze, the arrogant face, and think of the moving Yaoqin.

In the middle of the field, two men holding erhu suddenly pulled out a sword from the erhu, and the sword body reflected the moonlight, emitting a stunning silver light.

Han Chuang found that these two people were not only masters of music theory, but also masters of swordsmanship, not swordsmen, but a long sword could be held just right, with the advancement of the movement, at the same time as the climax of the note arrived, they waved the sword in their hands and stabbed at the leading lotus.

The sword was neither fast nor urgent, and the posture was graceful like a dance. If it were normal, Lotus could easily dodge, but at this moment he seemed to be completely immersed in the music and forgot to dodge.

Two swords, one left and one right, galloped forward.

The sword light flashed in front of the lotus, but no blood splattered out - the lotus suddenly took out the sword, the sword body trembled, and let out a piercing roar, and with a single sword, the long swords of the two people were cut off.

After the sword, Lotus did not pursue, he knew that the two could no longer pose a threat to him, and walked straight between the two of them, towards the young man who was playing the qin.

He walked very slowly, with a perfect smile on his face, his eyes were faint but clear, and there was still a look of doubt.

The two women suddenly raised their heads, drew two swords from under the lute, and stabbed at the lotus flower in unison, like a killer's desperate blow, and they didn't care about their lives at all.

Lotus shook her head and sighed lightly, "It's a pity that such music is played. ”

He Ling Bo came in an instant, snorted the two swords, and also saw the two of them have their long swords cut off, and the eyes of the two women showed a look of shock, they could never have imagined that they would meet such a master for the first time in the Linglong Conference, which was a master they had never seen before.

did not continue to attack, and after the two women gave a salute to the lotus, they stepped aside.

And the last person, the man who was still stroking the qin, no matter what the storm had before, his piano sound had never stopped, and even when the lotus approached, the fingertips slid on the strings without any chaos.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his whole body was immersed in the sound of the piano.

This is a real musician!

Han Chuang thought that he might not know any martial arts at all, and he was only learning internal skills to improve his piano skills, all his enthusiasm and all his attention were on his piano, who was the opponent, and what his senior brothers and sisters would do had nothing to do with him.

The sound of the piano changed again, from the iron horse Jingo to the ethereal voice, and this sound immediately occupied the heart of the lotus flower again. He stopped in front of the man, like a real listener, his eyes slightly closed, and an intoxicated smile on the corner of his mouth.

He still held his sword tightly in his hand, but he suddenly felt that this sword was superfluous. This was the first time he had this wonderful feeling, and the sound of the piano brought him into another realm, where there was no sword, no killing, only silence, absolute silence.

He wanted to sleep, he wanted to leave this world and go to that quiet world.

His grip on the sword had gradually relaxed, but just as he was about to let go of the sword in his hand, his eyes opened suddenly, and two stunning golden rays of light shot out of his eyes.

There was still a call in the sound of the piano, but he was exceptionally clear.

"That's it!" he said, swinging his sword.

He knew that when he swung this sword, he would return to the previous world, but he still did not hesitate to swing this sword, not because he liked it, but because he was used to it.

He has become accustomed to the days of blood and rain, and although a quiet life is his yearning, it is not something he deserves, it is a wonderful fantasy that can only exist in the imagination, and it is impossible to see in reality.

His sword will surely shatter the illusion, and the only way to lead to reality is to come.

The sword flashed, like a meteor that pierced the sky, but it was not a human head, but a string.

With a snap, the strings snapped.

The man who stroked the qin finally stopped moving, there were no strings for him to pluck, how could there be a wonderful Xianyuan fingertip, he raised his head and looked at the lotus flower, a pair of deep eyes seemed to penetrate the heart behind the mask.

He was laughing, no surprise, no anger, it was a calm laugh, extraordinarily calm.