"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

Feng Suzhen pointed in a row, the sound was like a cracked silk, the silver bottle burst through the water slurry, the iron cavalry highlighted the sound of swords and guns, and the impassioned sound of the piano brought people to the battlefield of Biansai.

The desert is lonely, and the yellow sand is thousands of miles.

The sunset flag, the horse is singing and Xiao Xiao.

The tangible and qualitative sound waves seem to be the impact of thousands of troops and horses, and they are like the tide of Qiantang, the smoke willows painting the bridge, the bead curtain and the green curtain, the cloud trees around the embankment sand, and the angry waves rolling frost and snow.

Feng Suzhen stays at home, and her cognition of the battlefield comes from scripts, operas, and history books, but she is very familiar with the tide of the Qiantang River at her doorstep.

The rhyme of the piano, the generous feathers, the surging vigor of the angry tide of Qiantang, mixed with the guns of the Jinyi Guard, and the arrows of the black-clothed arrow team of Dongchang, bombarded Tang Poison.

In a trance, the mid-air seemed to explode thunder, manifesting the thirty-six generals of the thunder department, and beating the war drums of Kui Niu.

Demon Slayer!

This turned out to be the Demon Slaying Lyre!

As an old timer of the Tang Sect, Tang Poison's knowledge is far from being comparable to that of ordinary disciples, and as Feng Suzhen made a move, he recognized that this was the Demon Suppression Qin, and endless horror flashed in his eyes.

Of course, he knew the stakes of the Demon Slaying Lyre.

He was defeated by the Demon Suppressor thirty-five years ago, and he still can't think of a solution to this problem.

Although Feng Suzhen's piano sound is immature, it is only a seed that has just germinated, and it has not been beaten by wind and rain, but its growth potential is extremely high, and its future achievements are limitless.

Kill this kid named Feng Shaomin.

Must be killed.

Otherwise, how can the rivers and lakes have a place for me?

Tang Poison raised his head to the sky and roared, flicking his fingers to gather qi, but what he shot was not a sword qi sword, but a poison yuan blue arrow!

The poison yuan, which had been cultivating for decades, bombarded Feng Suzhen without reservation, and at the same time sealed his hands, making up his mind to forcibly bombard Feng Suzhen with strong cultivation.

Attack fiercely, sacrifice yourself to attack, and strike a decisive blow.

Tang Poison would never believe that with Feng Suzhen's fledgling and immature demon-subduing sound, he could beat his decades of penance, and he only needed one blow with one blow.

With Tang Poison's poison cultivation, even if Shen Lian was hit by him, half of his body would be sore.

"Whew!"

The thick poison element condensed into a turquoise palm print, and blasted out head-on against Feng Suzhen's sound waves, Tang Poison had devoted his life to cultivation, and Feng Suzhen would never be allowed to live.

In this instant, Feng Suzhen's slender fingers plucked the strings violently, and the tune changed.

Suddenly, the remnants of spring flowers fall, suddenly the scorching sun, suddenly the autumn wind is like a knife, suddenly thousands of miles of snow, spring, summer, autumn and winter change at four times, merge between the four beats, and turn into a cycle that reciprocates and withers all things - the Heavenly Demon Qin!

Shen Lian never treats the people around him badly.

Among the masters around him, Feng Suzhen's music attainment is the highest, and the music score obtained during the experience is naturally handed over to Feng Suzhen, so that Feng Suzhen can study the essence.

Feng Suzhen is not rich enough in combat, but she is talented and proficient in tactics, and since the beginning of the war, she has always used the Demon Suppression Qin, and the poisonous vitality and blood of Tang Poison are also adapting to the Demon Suppressing Qin, and they are unconsciously integrated.

This is what Feng Suzhen is waiting for.

Wait for Tang Poison to adapt to the Demon Suppression Qin, wait for Tang Poison to explode all the poison elements, and launch a strong attack desperately.

That's her chance.

A one-hit kill, a one-song withering nirvana!

The tune changes at once, and the demon becomes the heavenly demon, just like adding ice cubes to the boiling oil, Tang Poison only feels that the meridians are bursting, and the poison element is retrograde, if it is in a place where no one disturbs, it can lead the qi to return to the element, and now on the chaotic battlefield, how can there be such an opportunity?

Sensing the change in Tang Poison, Feng Suzhen's fingers slammed inward, and he actually rebounded from the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds.

In the past, it was the withering of the cycle of the four seasons, but now it is the vigor of the cycle of the four seasons, the germination of spring, the warmth of summer, the harvest of autumn, and the dormancy of winter.

This is a gain for most people, but don't forget that Tang Poison is the poison king of the Tang Sect, and his thick poison element is made by fusing hundreds of toxins.

On weekdays, these toxins maintain balance and do not show any abnormalities, Feng Suzhen's piano sound is like adding a catalyst, some of the toxicity suddenly increases, and some of the toxicity becomes attenuated, and in an instant, the poison element in Tang Poison's body is completely chaotic, and it is impossible to conduct qi to return to the element.

Tang Poison had already gathered the "Nirvana Poison Handprint", and he was ready to bombard Feng Suzhen, but the moment he raised his hand, he no longer had the strength to make a move.

"Zheng!"

Feng Suzhen plays the final tune.

This time it's "Ambush on All Sides".

The river is surging, sweeping the world.

Yu Ji dances, the overlord breaks his soul.

The birds are gone, the spring flowers are falling, the rain is bleak, desolate and solemn, the drizzle is continuous, if there is nothing, finally everything is silent, and all the sounds are calm.

Tang Poison's raised hand finally fell.

He glanced at Feng Suzhen deeply, wanting to remember forever the young man who killed him.

"You...... Very...... No...... Wrong! ”

Tang Poison praised and fell to the ground.

The poison element erupted quickly, and the radius was full of miserable green poisonous mist, which corroded everything, Feng Suzhen hurriedly took out the medicine bottle and filled a full bottle of pills.

The Demon Suppression Qin and the Heavenly Demon Qin are both stunts that can easily kill hundreds of people, and the shortcomings are also very obvious, that is, the loss is very serious, not to mention Feng Suzhen today, even Feng Suzhen, who is a great martial artist, can't hold the loss.

In the original plot, Feng Suzhen defeated the old national teacher with the Demon Suppression Qin, but the result was that the true qi was exhausted and could not be recovered in a short time, so that he was defeated by the Five Elements Array.

Long before the war, Feng Suzhen followed the skills taught by Shen Lian and took three Shaolin Xiaohuan Pills, even so, the true yuan was short and exhausted.

The final blow was Feng Suzhen's lore, if Tang Poison hadn't fallen, Feng Suzhen would have been in danger.

Of course, Shen Lian arranged the back hand.

Just when Tang Poison fell, a scorpion carved like purple jade crawled out of the crack in the ground, greedily sucking the poison element of Tang Poison, which was the purple jade pipa.

Shen Lian instructed Zuo Shi that if Feng Suzhen could win, let her fight by herself, and if she fell behind, let the purple jade pipa sneak attack and break the Tang poison and protect the body.

Tang poison fell, Tang worm, Tang mold, and Tang rotten were severely injured by the Demon Suppression Qin, and soon fell under the crossbow arrows and artillery of the factory guards.

……

"Click!"

Wei Kongkong swung his sword and cut off Mo Huizhen's head.

This mediocre iron sword has once again made a contribution to the righteous path of the rivers and lakes, and the blade of the sword is like a new one.

Even Long Chengbi and Tang Zhuquan didn't understand why this sword cut off the heads of so many Jiangyang thieves, why did they never roll the blade? Why is it still so sharp?

No one can answer this question.

Even Wei Kongkong himself didn't know why.

He only knew that when he wielded the sword with the intention of punishing adultery and eliminating evil, the swordsmanship would be invincible, and he had experienced a hundred battles since his debut, and the sword had never been half a shortfall.

Mo Huizhen was beheaded with a sword, Tang San immediately became crazy, although he was not a good person, he was sincere to Mo Huizhen, and he had lived and died for decades.

"Boom!"

Tang San raised his hand and threw out a giant spider web.

This is a mastery that he has been cultivating for several years, called the Devil Immortal Spider Dafa, and he needs to swallow a full ninety-nine devil spiders, plus one fairy spider, to cultivate this mastery, which is a tricky and strange poisonous skill.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Tang Zhuquan.

Tang Zhuquan snapped his fingers and shot out the fiery sword qi, turning the spider web into a web of fire, and before Tang San could change his move, his thick fingers hit the door of his head, leaving a bloody hole.

Five Absolute Soul Chasers!

Tang San, Mo Huizhen and his wife fell to the ground, how long can Tang Zhi and Tang Zhengbang last?

With Lu Jianxing leading people to besiege and kill, Tang Zhengbang, who did a lot of evil, and Tang Zhi, who was insidious and cunning, finally could not escape from confessing their sins and going to the underworld to atone for their sins.

……

A circle of people fell beside the dragon city wall.

The cronies and subordinates of the four major helmsmen in the southeast, northwest and northwest all fell under the sword of the wind and snow, and Tang Man, one of the four major helmsmen, was killed by the fast knife, and Tang Bu fell into danger.

"Poof!"

The knife of wind and snow pierced Tang Bu's chest and abdomen.

Tang Bufu not only did not have any panic, but looked at the dragon city wall with a sneer, and his small eyes were full of cruelty and cunning, as if to say: "The prodigal son of the snow knife has been tricked, and you are about to be killed by a strong move!" ”

Of course, Tang Bufu has this self-confidence.

His penance's stunt is called Chaos Heavenly Clothes, his body is stronger than Tang Zhuquan, his skin is like oil, he can bounce off the knife and slash the sword, and he can take the opportunity to shock strong enemies.

With Tang Bu's cultivation, he can't stop the sword of the dragon city wall, but he can hold it.

Masters compete with each other, and there will never be a waste of power.

The more top-notch the master, the more refined the use of power becomes, and there is no waste of any money, even the sect of the Blood Knife Sect has extremely high requirements for the foundation.

Longcheng Wall Knife is exquisite, has a solid foundation, and is extremely accurate in his moves, and can shave Tang Busha's hair in front of Tang Busha, but Tang Busha has no feeling.

The more so, the more flawed.

Tang Bufu is not a normal person.

He is a big fat man with a fat body, and there is a thick fat under the skin, which seems to be pierced through the chest and abdomen by the dragon city wall, but in fact, it is intentional, and without waiting for the dragon city wall to pull out the treasure knife, Tang Bu waved his palm and his ears were pierced.

At the same time, Tang Thunderbolt waved his hand and burst out with thunderous fire, his major in the heart method is called the Divine Fire Dao, which requires the cooperation of firearms, which can integrate the power of firearms into the palm of his hand and turn it into a thunderbolt palm power.

The dragon city wall was restrained at this time, Tang Thunderbolt did not hesitate to blast him to pieces, and Tang Minghuang also took the opportunity to take out his sword and stab at the ribs of the dragon city wall.

With such a damn name, Emperor Tang Minghuang has been able to live until now because he is cunning enough.

In this case, killing is secondary.

Why kill enemies?

What's the point of killing the Dragon City Wall?

should capture the dragon city wall alive, and use the dragon city wall to threaten Shen Lian to get out of the way, Shen Lian is the most righteous in his life, as long as he catches his friend, he will have a chance to live.

Nothing else matters compared to life!

Emperor Tang Minghuang thought very well, but he forgot that his opponent was not an ordinary person, but a famous prodigal son of the snow knife in the rivers and lakes, and the dragon city wall that had been inherited by the ancestor of the wind and snow, how could he be easily calculated?

The information of the master of the Tang Sect, Mrs. Tang had already informed Shen Lian, and of course the Dragon City Wall had also studied it.

At the beginning of the war, he thought of the tactics that Tang Bufu might use, and now it was in line with his thoughts.

Draw a knife?

Who said Lao Tzu should draw a sword?

Does the knife have to be drawn?

The blade of the dragon city wall erupted with a loud dragon roar, and the icy and piercing sword rose from Tang Bu's body, and in an instant, it stretched for three zhang, and a sword froze Tang Thunderbolt's firearm.

In the midst of lightning, the Wind and Snow Knife stabbed at Emperor Tang Ming's chest from a completely deviant angle.

The heart is as cold as ice, the killing intent is overwhelming, and the domineering is incomparable.

Although the attack range is only one line, the knife strength completely blocks the retreat, Tang Minghuang has to pick it up, and if he doesn't catch it, he has to take it, it's as fast as lightning, and it's a flash.

Fast, ruthless, accurate!

Without any reaction time, it is like a casual gaze, which is often more powerful than a deliberate gaze.

It seems unintentional, but it is also unintentional.

It seems to be unintentional, but it is actually a must-kill.

The sword of wind and snow slashed through the sand, and at the last moment of the collision of the swords, it slashed lightly from above, and the blade slashed through Tang Minghuang's throat and cut off his head.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The previous sound was the sound of Tang Minghuang's head hitting the ground.

The next three sounds, the first two came from Tang Bu, his whole person was split from the middle by the knife, and the latter sound came from Tang Thunderbolt, his chest and abdomen were pierced by the knife.

They died before Emperor Tang Ming, and the reason why they were able to fall later was because the sword was too cold.

It wasn't until the blood melted and frozen, until the sword qi overflowed into the void, that their bodies fell with it.

What a fast knife!

What a strong knife!

What a cold knife!

……

Yan Nantian and the three protectors were in full swing.

Tang Bingbing's claws are everywhere, Tang Jian not only has pure and vigorous pure yang qigong, but also cultivates the internal strength to the yin to the cold, Tang Bu'a's fingering is even more tricky and untouchable, and the moves are even more mysterious to the limit.

Tang Bu'a was the master of the torture hall at the beginning, and in the process of torturing criminal disciples with torture tools, he had a deep study of the human body, and before Yan Nantian's arm was raised, he judged where the sword was going according to the muscle twitching.

can not only make defenses in advance, but also flick the finger to the pulse gate, so that Yan Nantian has to change his moves.

The three major protectors of the Tang Sect, each of them are famous masters, especially Tang Blade, now that the three major protectors have joined forces to besiege him, even Yan Nantian feels troublesome.

The more troublesome it is, the more enjoyable it is.

Yan Nantian held the willow sword in his left hand, and the soft sword was completely integrated into the breeze, turning into the fluctuation of the breeze, which could not only wield thousands of swords, but also turn into a sword in an instant.

Holding the Xuantie Sword in his right hand, the heavy sword has no edge, winning with force, the blade surrounds the violent sword wave, and the overflowing power is gently rubbed, and the boulder is turned into powder.

Stepping on the boundless earth, feeling the vibrations of the mountains and rivers, the heart moves, and the blood rushes, transforming into endless power.

It is as majestic as a mountain and as clear as the moon.

There are not only the explosion of landslides and ground fissures, volcanic eruptions, but also the tranquility of the breeze and the waves.

The two swords are by no means a change in weight, rigidity and softness, nor are they the realm of the soft sword and heavy sword that Dugu seeks to defeat.

This is Yan Nantian's realization.

The comprehension of the mountains, rivers and the earth, the comprehension of the breeze and the bright moon, the immensity and vibration of the earth, the chic and ripples of the breeze, the completely different sword intentions complement each other, the faster and stronger they fight.

"Whew!"

The willow sword broke through the air.

Thousands of swords are fused together, obviously a wicker-like soft sword, but it is like a huge mountain, and when it falls, it condenses into a line, which can cut everything.

"Whoa!"

The sword qi slashed through Tang Bu'a's chest and abdomen, cutting Tang Bu'a's waist in two, Tang Bu'a's right hand and fingers formed a sword, and the sharp fingers gathered were a step slower after all.

"Tear up!"

Yan Nantian received a claw on his back. (End of chapter)