Aigaoka didn't notice the blind luthier. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

More precisely, he did not see the blind violinist.

Because the blind luthier is too inconspicuous.

It was also because the great priest standing in front of him at this time was too dazzling.

The lines of the high priest's face were carved out, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of frosty coldness.

"King of the Sea, what do you want to do?"

Xiangqiu's gaze swept over the state religion powerhouses outside the courtyard, and his eyes became extremely sharp, and he could faintly see the meaning of violence and bloodlust in the depths.

The King of Linghai said expressionlessly: "Holy Decree, no one is allowed to enter or leave this courtyard, and those who violate it will die." ”

Yes, no matter who wins or loses between the White Emperor and Madam Mu, they will not move the young demon lord.

This compound is indeed the safest place in White Emperor City today.

But the Xiang Clan Patriarch and the Demon Lord have forgotten one thing.

There are still many Terran powerhouses in the White Emperor City today.

Regardless of who won or lost between the White Emperor and the Lady Mu, they all wanted to kill the young Demon Lord.

Xiangqiu still didn't understand this truth, and said in a deep voice: "You should know very well that he is a guest of my Xiang clan. ”

The King of Linghai looked indifferent and had no intention of getting out of the way.

Xiangqiu shouted: "Do you want to die!"

After saying this, he took his subordinates and killed him.

Then, he died.

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Xiangqiu is indeed the strongest of this generation of Xiang clan, and his realm strength and even means are very strong.

Those subordinates are also elite masters of the Xiang clan.

But standing outside the courtyard is the king of Linghai, the person of Siyuan Dao, the archbishop of Eucalyptus, and the thirty-second household.

In other words, he is facing most of the palace, so how can he win.

Of course, if his opponent is these national religious giants, or if he loses, he won't die so quickly, and even if he loses, he won't die so quickly.

The problem was that the King of Linghai and the others did not make a move, and their attention was all in the courtyard.

Xiangqiu and the masters of the Xiang clan faced a group of idle people.

Those men were seven merchants, six servants, three fortune tellers, two old men selling hemp candy, and a little girl buying fat powder.

Even if he knew that these people were from Wenshui City and should be the masters of the Tang family, this kind of collocation was still easy to be regarded as idle people.

More than ten violent demon clan forces soared into the sky!

A crisp sound sounded in the street, not the iron rings on the door being swept around by the strong wind, but the copper coins falling from the hands of the seven vendors to the ground.

The copper coin rolled on the ground, secretly fitting the truth of heaven and earth, and formed a formation of a formation of law very naturally.

The two fortune tellers stood in the eyes of the formation, looking at the demon clan masters who were roaring through the sky, and rolled their eyes.

They are not contemptuous, but deductive calculations at high speed.

The six officials stepped forward with expressionless faces, and with a shake of their hands, they greeted them.

The six sticks of water and fire separated life and death, poked their heads out of the clouds, and they were about to smash everything in front of them into the netherworld.

What's even more terrifying is that the iron chains tied to the six water and fire sticks seem to be able to bind the souls of all life.

The violent atmosphere hedges, forming countless strange pictures and terrifying spatial turbulence on the street in front of the courtyard.

At this time, the two old men who sold hemp candy took a step forward, lifted the placket and clamped it around their waists, and then punched forward in a calm and impermanent manner.

The two fists carried infinite light, blowing away the wind blowing from the Red River, like two rounds of scorching sun, burning everything.

Then, a piece of fat powder like peach blossoms, pear blossoms, or red or white, enveloped the room.

Finally, a desolate piano sounded, like the wind and snow weeping, like sending people away.

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There was blood everywhere in front of the compound.

More than a dozen powerhouses of the Xiang clan fell into their own blood.

Xiangqiu's injuries were the most serious, his clothes were in tatters, and dozens of extremely thin cracks appeared on the demon body that was stronger than steel. Blood kept pouring out of those thin but straight cracks, and when it came into contact with the space, it quickly turned into an extremely strange and brilliant color, obviously poisoned.

Looking at these servants and vendors, his eyes were full of pain and shock.

He never imagined that he would see so many terrifying exercises and methods in such a short period of time.

If he wasn't dazzled by excessive blood loss, wouldn't that ...... It's really a sun-burning trick!

These masters of the Tang family are really terrifying, he and his subordinates didn't have time to go crazy, and they were defeated!

Xiangqiu's gaze finally fell on the blind luthier outside the crowd and the old qin in his arms.

The strings of the old piano looked so sharp, even if they cut more bodies, they didn't get a trace of blood.

Looking at the old qin, Xiangqiu suddenly felt a little cold.

The sound of the piano sounded.

He realized that even without those vendors, this blind luthier alone would be enough to kill everyone on his side.

Even if he and his subordinates went crazy in advance, they couldn't escape the fate of being killed in the end.

Even if his father was present, he was not necessarily the opponent of this blind violinist!

There was a strong sense of remorse in Aigaoka's eyes.

He hadn't seen the blind violinist just now, so he hadn't noticed that the blind luthier's shoulders had been hanging slightly.

This posture looks a little tired, and it may also be for the convenience of holding the piano.

Humans who like to hang their shoulders tend to be truly remarkable.

For example, Wang Po, such as Differently Red, such as this blind pianist.

He asked in a trembling voice, "It's really strong...... Who the hell are you?"

The blind luthier did not answer his question.

Perhaps someone will be willing to answer the question of the dying as a sign of forgiveness or grace.

But the blind luthier won't.

Many years ago, when there was civil strife in the mountain gate, he was seriously injured by a sneak attack by the sect master, and it was not easy to get his life back.

From that time on, he didn't know what Kuanren was.

Many years ago, he avoided Su Li because of his retreat and recuperation, and then lived like an old dog in Wenshui City for so many years.

After that, he was no longer qualified to say anything about demeanor.

Including this time at the invitation of Old Lady Tang, he came to White Emperor City to protect Chen Changsheng's safety, in his opinion, it was just workmanship.

He just does his own job, collecting some money and food to support his old age.

So he won't answer Aigaoka's question.

He even thought he was no longer interested in anything.

But today seems to be a little different.

He looked at the compound, his gaze through the gate, and landed under the tree in the depths.

There was a figure under the tree.

His sea of consciousness had long been calm and almost frozen, but it was gradually melting at this time.

His consciousness had long since dried up a stream, but the water began to flow in and start beating against the rocks on the bank.

Because his heart, which was as early as a tree, suddenly gave birth to a small flame, and then the fire gradually grew larger.

The moment he saw that figure, he came back to life, and even his heart began to stir.

There was no wind, and his clothes began to swell.

His face grew more and more ruddy.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He became a lot younger.

It seemed as if he would live another 500 years.

But he didn't want those five hundred years.

If he can kill each other today. (To be continued.) )