Cen Du turned his body, his arms were slightly bent, his head was facing down and his legs were facing the sky, his hands were propped up, and he turned a somersault backwards, only then did he turn around and fall, and at the same time took a few steps back, looking at the two people in front of him. The two men in black were shrouded in darkness, and even with the help of the residual moonlight and the reflection of the moon blade in their hands, they could only see those two pairs of eyes, eyes full of playfulness of their prey.

"Dare I ask you where you came from, why are you blocking my way? Cen Du's face was solemn, and he looked around cautiously. The martial arts of these two people are extremely high, and they can quietly approach Cen Du and the two of them again, and they estimate that their martial arts are not under the sword book's eyebrows, but Cen Du thought about it left and right, and he couldn't think of who would take his lives, and even Jin Lian Huanfeng Lou did not have such a master.

The two didn't answer, but the man on the left laughed softly: "Haha, I really have the intention to plant flowers and flowers, and I have no intention of planting willows and willows." I followed the news from the shadows to this Yueqiu Mansion to find the third child, but I didn't want to meet the two of you. Cen was slightly stunned, frowned, and hurriedly asked, "...... you guys Do you know who we are?" The person on the right finally spoke, and his voice was actually different from the person on the left: "Aren't you the Heavenly King of the Golden Xuannu under the Golden Xuannu Throne of the Golden Lotus Surrounding the Phoenix Tower, Cen Du and Bai Wushou?"

Jin Xuan, who is honored by Jin Lian's family around Fenglou, is just a mere Jin Xuannu in these people, this person doesn't look very old, but his tone is not small, and what he said just now is extremely peaceful, but he secretly disdains it. What surprised Cen Duan even more was that the two people who had been hiding their whereabouts and hiding their names were uncovered by two people who had never known each other.

"You ......" Cen Du already knew that at this moment, no matter what he said, it was just a bamboo basket for nothing, and only the sword could explain everything. Just when he secretly put his right hand behind his back and groped for the copper thunder whip to catch the two of them off guard, the two figures in front of Cen Du flickered and disappeared without a trace. Cen was stunned, and hurriedly pulled out the thunder whip in front of him, constantly turning around to observe the surrounding situation.

This situation is not like Fang Cai, Jian Shumei is a chivalrous man with measurement and courage, and he only needs a few kind words in front of him to beg for his life. But these people's identities are unknown, their origins are unknown, their martial arts are extremely high, they are clearly here for the two of them, and the killing intent lurks in the seemingly silent surrounding strange woods, and they don't know when they will do it. Cen Di clenched the hand of the thunder whip tightly, his palms were soaked with sweat, and the corners of his forehead were wet with beads of sweat, but he still didn't dare to slack off, and secretly swallowed his saliva, and his heart was already timid.

But if he dares to relax, the heads of him and Bai Wushou will be cut off without knowing it.

A strange sound came from behind him, Cen Duan hurriedly turned around, only to see a purple slender figure rushing out of the woods to the north, the waterfall-like green silk fluttering in the wind, even if he couldn't see his face clearly, he could guess from the graceful posture and gorgeous dress that this must be a beautiful woman, but at this time Cen Du couldn't appreciate it, in addition to the fear in his heart, there was only a strong desire to survive.

The purple figure was about seven or eight feet away from Cen Du, and flew over his head, and when he came behind him and opened his arms, several silver needles flew out, and the silver needles flew out before Cen Du could react and shoot them down, and they pierced Cen Du's right arm. Cen Du only felt that his arm was numb, and he lost consciousness, and the thunder whip was about to fall, but he subconsciously caught it with his left hand, crossed in front of him, and hurriedly turned around to look, but the woman's figure had disappeared in the forest to the south, and there was no trace.

In addition to the sound of the wind, the sound of the cold wind sweeping through the shriveled branches was the heartbeat of Cen Du's own beating like a war drum, but at this moment of great tension, a melodious flute suddenly came from not far away. The sound of the flute was tactful and clear, which showed that the heart of the player was open and transparent, and the sound of the flute that stretched for miles swept through the branches, calming all the sounds, and even the howling cold wind gradually subsided. But Cen was faint as if he was facing a great enemy, staring at the direction of the flute.

In the crescent moon, a figure flashed in an instant, stopping on a branch in the distance, the toes were slightly pointed, like a dragonfly dotting water, but it came and went without a trace, Cen Du only blinked, the small figure had arrived in front of him, stopped on the tall and thin tree in front of him, the toes were on the fragile branches, but they could not move like a mountain, not moved by the strong wind, so light work, it was really terrifying. And even if the man used such light skills, his movements and expressions still did not change.

Dressed in silk and green clothes, a dark white Wenyun brocade belt is tied around the waist, and a bird-shaped jade is hung. The man's face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see it clearly, with a bun on his head and a delicate bamboo hairpin, like a boy who had read poetry and books. The wide green clothes covered the whole body, revealing only the toes that stopped on the branches and the white and slender ten fingers. The blue jade flute is natural, ingenious, it seems to be carved and chiseled with a whole piece of jade, there are no artificial traces, extremely exquisite, the end of the jade flute is also decorated with a small bell, swaying in the wind, making the sound of jingling bells, drowning in the flute, but can be faintly heard.

Just when Cen Du wanted to make a move, the first strike, the elegant flute suddenly changed, the previous flute echoed, like a pool of clear water, but now it seems to be shuttling between the mountains and rivers, nine twists and turns, winding and rugged, in the blink of an eye, there have been more triple changes, high or low, sharp or blunt, rapid or slow, with the change of the ten fingers and instantaneous. The sound of the flute tilted between the fingertips and the flute holes, enveloping Cen Dusk.

Cen Dusk is not ignorant of the rhythm, but the flute sound is varied, incomprehensible, listen carefully, there seems to be the sound of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest, and there is the sound of stormy waves, which is mixed with the sound of the birds and beasts contending, and the next second there is the sound of feather arrows shooting, the sound of breaking stones and breaking strings. Cen Du's feet were slightly apart, and he was about to rise to the sky, waving the thunder whip in his hand to hit the piper, but he didn't want to just get three feet off the ground, but an extremely strong internal force suddenly entrenched above his head, forcing him back to the ground.

After shaking a few times, he almost failed to stand firm, but he felt that the internal force had dissipated without a trace, Cen felt weird, but he refused to give up, and as a result, he tried three more times, and each time he was pressed down by that internal force. Only then did he realize that the seemingly unhindered sound of the flute had already formed a cage around him, locking him in and unable to move. And the man in green clothes still stood on the branch, unchanged.

Cen Di was trapped in the sound of the flute and was dizzy, helpless, but his head became more and more dizzy, more and more heavy, and a fishy smell suddenly surged in his throat, and the next second, a warm mass flowed out of his nostrils, followed by a pungent smell of blood, Cen raised his left hand tremblingly and wiped it under his nose, and the side of his hand was stained red with scarlet blood.

Misfortune is not a single line, the brain suddenly exploded, and the continuous buzzing sound lingered in the brain, as if the whole head was about to explode, and it was extremely painful. Cen screamed miserably, the thunder whip in his hand rolled to the ground, his hands pressed his temples on both sides, and he fell to the ground, but he was still in pain, and he almost hit his head on the ground, and he couldn't slow down for half a minute. At this time, Cen Du was already covered in bruises and was dying. And the strange tree forest behind him was full of shadows, and a black shadow rushed out of the shadows of the trees, the black shadow was huge and extremely strong, and its face could only be seen clearly when it rushed behind Cen Dusk.

It turned out to be a strong man with a naked body, nine feet tall, with a swallow jaw and tiger whiskers, a leopard's head and ringed eyes, a small braid, and a mouth wide open, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth. The lumpy muscles of the body squeezed against each other, and the lotus tattoo that occupied almost the entire back came to life. The man, who was wearing only a pair of blue and black coarse cloth shorts, was barefoot, his arms were wrapped in chains the thickness of his thumb, his arms were raised above his head, and he held a pitch-black hammer in his hand, and rushed towards Cen faint.

Whenever the thick soles of this man's feet stepped on the cold iron-like ground, the heavy body seemed to cause the earth to tremble violently, and Cen Dui was vaguely aware of the footsteps behind him, but now he was tormented by the sound of the flute, his body was incomplete, his spirit collapsed, and he had no strength to turn around to resist the attack of the incoming people. Sure enough, the man smashed through the dead tree in front of him like a moving fortress, and the sledgehammer fell and swung upward, hitting the spine of the dim.

This hammer weighs sixty or seventy pounds, if it weren't for Cen Duan, who was a martial arts practitioner, this hammer would have broken his bones. But even so, the half-conscious Cen Du was also knocked two or three feet away by the iron hammer, hitting a dead tree, leaving clear marks on the shriveled trunk, while Cen Du was bleeding from seven orifices and fell at the foot of the tree, with only a trace of free consciousness has not yet dissipated, so that he can still retain some sanity, but his eyes are blurry, and he can't see anything clearly.

I don't know if it was the blow of the hammer, or the torture of the flute, or the poisonous attack of the silver needles before, Cen Di, who fell by the tree, turned black and kept vomiting blood, staining all the clothes in front of him red. And the man with the sledgehammer still refused to let Cen Du go, but carried the pitch-black hammer and swayed to Cen Du's body, slowly raised the sledgehammer, and was about to smash Cen Du's head into eight petals.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the man lifting the hammer, and the person in front of him soaked in blood was his eldest brother Cen Dusk! In a hurry, Bai Wushou struggled to get out of the ruins of the carriage, and flew out at the moment when the man dropped the hammer, knocking him down. This man who was as calm as Mount Tai didn't want to go down the third road but was not as steady as he looked, and was suddenly pushed by Bai Wushou's efforts, and then fell to the other side, and the hammer in his hand also fell to the ground, smashing out a pit two or three inches deep, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.