"Good boy, it turned out to be a monster, no wonder you can use so many blades at the same time. Sanshao, be careful, this thing is not human!"

Lu Zhongming looked amazed and reminded loudly.

Feng Zhiping didn't need him to remind him, the moment You Menghan called Po Ziyu's true face, he was already on guard.

Not only that, but he also thought of others, and the first thing that came to mind was Gou Anjie after the mutation.

After Gou Anjie took refuge in Huangquan, he was used some kind of means, and in front of him, he changed from a good person to an ugly and terrifying monster, and anyone who watched that scene will never forget it.

Now that he has met Ziyu again, although he maintains the appearance of a human being, the methods he uses are those of the demon clan, will it also be related to Huangquan?

Quite possibly!

Although in terms of time, he appeared nearly 20 years after the fall of Huangquan, but the remnants of Huangquan have not been exhausted, hiding in the shadows while accumulating strength while looking for opportunities to make waves and active to this day, Gou Anjie is an example, it is difficult to say whether he will also be one of the earlier "works".

In addition to the identity of the half-demon, there is also evidence that he has an ambiguous relationship with Huang Quan.

At the beginning, the imperial court sent special people to hunt down, including the Tianting Supervisor, but even the Tianting Supervisor did not take him down, and he disappeared as soon as he fled, and no one has ever found his traces during this period, except for Huangquan, who else can hide a big living person so tightly?

Death... Is it?

Feng Zhiping's heart was surging with murderous intent.

Huang Quan was entrusted by others to harm him repeatedly, from becoming a relative to Diancang Mountain to Dongdayuan and then to Quanzhou City, and finally even chased him to the capital, the feud between the two sides has been dead, even if he is not the one who bought the murderer, even if Huang Quan chooses to stop at this time, he will never let go of this gang of remnants.

In the blink of an eye, the five flashes hit again, and Ziyu saw blood again.

Six flashes were powerless, Feng Zhiping withdrew his hand and retreated to gasp violently, waiting for his breath to calm down a little, and said in a cold voice: "I only ask once, are you from Huangquan?"

The two wounds were long and deep, but Ziyu didn't feel the pain, his feet were still not out of place as if he was nailed to the ground, he slowly straightened up, temporarily stopped attacking everyone, and looked at Feng Zhiping in confusion.

"Huangquan?

"The Huangquan organization that assassinated the Six Princes more than thirty years ago, do you dare to say that you don't know?

Ziyu was still confused, raised his eyes to the sky and thought about it, and shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it." I am who I am, and I don't belong to anyone. ”

"Okay, you Huangquan remnant, so shameless!"

Lu Zhongming rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up, but Zong Zhengran stopped him.

"Wait, let me ask a few more questions. ”

Secretly vigilant about the rope dart, Zong Zhengran carefully checked the figure of the quantum jade, and asked after a while, "Do you remember who your parents are?"

Ziyu shook his head: "I can't remember." ”

"Do you remember where you were born, and what year you were born?"

Ziyu frowned in distress, and gradually became irritable: "Why do you ask so much, what does this have to do with you? Half-demon? Joke! I am a human, not a monster! These darts are indeed 'made' by me, but that is my talent, and I am favored by God! I am not a monster, I am an immortal, an immortal who fell into the red dust, I came to the world to find a 'bosom friend'! You and other ordinary people dare to compare this immortal with a monster, how bold!"

The tone of the voice became higher and higher, and finally dragged the drama, Feng Zhiping frowned slightly, feeling a little familiar.

"It seems to be the one in "The Legend of the Immortals". Lu Zhongming also felt familiar, and when he saw several people looking at each other, his eyes were strange, and he raised his eyebrows proudly, "What, isn't it strange? Not only have I heard it, but I can also sing it, and I have the opportunity to sing it to you, no money!"

On the other side, Ziyu was still having seizures, sometimes crazy, sometimes complaining, sometimes angry and sometimes peaceful, talking incoherently about something, and from time to time two high-pitched voices, all of which were singing, and the feelings were very rich, but they were not in tune.

At first, several people didn't care, but gradually, something was wrong, and their emotions became impetuous with Ziyu's emotions.

The first to find out that something was wrong was Feng Zhiping, he had the help of the sword species, and his mind was as calm as water, but there were mood swings, and there was obviously a problem.

The second person who reacted was You Menghan, he slapped himself violently and shouted: "Stop him, don't let him sing, he is a descendant of the water ghost!!"

The cheers were mixed with internal force, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shocking the heart.

Zong Zhengran woke up first, followed by Lu Zhongming, the two of them came to their senses but couldn't suppress the restlessness in their hearts, and then retreated from the distance, tearing off two strips of cloth from their bodies and stuffing them firmly into their ears.

The ears were blocked, but it didn't work, the sound could still be heard, and even clearer, as if it sounded directly in the heart.

The irritability made them unable to concentrate, unable to control Zhou Tian's operation, the internal force was like a wild horse that had been reined in the veins and rampage, and the pain in the dantian became heavier and heavier, which was a sign of madness.

"Stop him!" You Menghan shouted, tightening the tip of his tongue and raising his sword to kill.

Feng Zhiping came first, and slashed at Ziyu's neck with a sword.

Ziyu didn't seem to see it, but he still kept talking, and only turned his head when the blade of the sword was close to his neck, and opened his mouth to spit out a black shadow.

Feng Zhiping was forced to put away his sword and return to defense, the black shadow hit the sword and fell to the ground, and with a low eye, it was a black thorn, the thickness of an embroidery needle, and half a finger long.

You Menghan arrived a step late, and the sword light fell on Ziyu's head and shoulders, and the two of them arrived in time to entangle his sword halfway, and then two rope darts broke through the ground, attacking the lower abdomen and knees respectively.

You Menghan jumped to dodge, Feng Zhiping took over, and a silver five-leaf clover bloomed in the air and floated towards his chest.

Ziyu knew that it was powerful, and her body leaned back and fell to the ground like a bone.

The five-leaf clover fell into the air, but it did not disappear, the leaf petals withered and fell, and five blood arrows soared one after another.

Feng Zhiping succeeded, waiting to be pursued, his feet changed, and he immediately stopped and jumped high.

The sharp dart broke through the ground and opened the sole of his shoe, almost piercing the ball of his foot, and the dart immediately turned and chased after him.

At the same time, the other three rope darts came from behind in three directions, two of which were cut off by You Menghan and Lu Zhongming, and at this time they had recovered their original state, and the dart head that had "grown" again was significantly smaller, only half of the original.

There was nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air, Feng Zhiping could not avoid it, but he didn't see it as if he adjusted his posture to reorganize the offensive.

Seeing the four darts piercing his heart, You Menghan arrived in time, and the silent sword technique swung twice into the air.

"Flystream!"

The ground exploded, the water rushed to the sky, and as the guide passed by Feng Zhiping's front and back bodies, it broke the rope dart and protected Zhou Quan.

Both of them are masters, they know what they mean, and after blocking the killing move for Feng Zhiping, You Menghan immediately stopped, Feng Zhiping poured out of the sky, and the sword blade pointed directly at Ziyu.

This sword is full of power, extremely fast, the sword field is shrouded, the qi is locked, Ziyu is unavoidable, and there is only one way to die if he stays in place.

Ziyu was helpless, and finally moved, maintaining a bent waist posture and moving away as if he was flat, his feet off the ground brought up a large piece of dirt, and everyone was stunned to find that the soles of his shoes were covered with dark brown threads, like tree roots, and began to converge into two bundles at a position of more than a foot, which was the very tough dart rope.

Seeing this scene, several people finally understood why he didn't move, and they were completely convinced of You Menghan's words.

Er Fei Ren, monster also!

Feng Zhi advection fell to the ground, and the ground around the landing point fell violently, and then exploded into the sky.

You Menghan brazenly pursued through the earth-shaking mud and stones, and several sword moves were fatal, and all of them were dodged by Ziyu one by one.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, these eight words are vividly displayed on Ziyu.

He just stuck in a corner and didn't move, this matter was more flexible than a mosquito and a fly, and his boneless body swayed with the "wind", You Menghan's sword was the "wind", and no matter how hard it blew, he was helpless.

The situation only improved after Feng Zhiping joined the pursuit, but it was also limited, Ziyu never collided with them, and only harassed them with the only remaining rope dart in his hand with a feather fan.

Neither side could help anyone, the stalemate ensued, the battle was fierce, and it seemed that only one side could determine the winner and loser, but in fact it was not.

Ziyu's mouth has not been idle.

The vague hysteria gradually became clear and organized, and the crazy eyes gradually turned clear, and when a complete song ended perfectly, Ziyu suddenly smiled, her eyes shining, revealing apologies and expectations.

"Sorry, I just got distracted, now I'm singing well. A minor tune is served, I hope you can be my bosom friend, and don't let me down. ”

"Don't let him sing!"

You Menghan's color changed, but he was powerless to stop it, and the song "Yan Shanpan" blurted out, and Ziyu's movements changed accordingly, as if he was standing on the stage.

The cheerfulness of the first half is all for the sadness and regret in the back, Ziyu has an excellent voice, good singing skills, the tone is well-controlled, the singing voice is euphemistic and delicate and mellow, and the demeanor of everyone can be heard in the ears of Feng Zhiping, which is tantamount to magic sound.

The more he sang, the greater the impact on their minds, and the more he sang, the more trance-stricken they became.

Lu Zhongming couldn't bear it at first, he was half a fan of the opera, and the familiar lyrics and songs naturally flowed in his heart, and after a while, he curled up to the ground in pain, his eyes were red and his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his ten fingers were inserted into his hair and his nails were fiercely cut into his scalp, as if he wanted to open his skull.

Zong Zhengran and You Menghan are proficient in music and rhythm, and have their own methods of resistance, but the helpless thing is that neither of them expected to encounter this situation, the instrument was left outside and only brought in with a blade, and they could only fight back with a singing voice, but with little effect, they could only protect their minds.

Zong Zhengran's cultivation was slightly inferior, and he was finally invincible after holding on for a while, a mouthful of blood spurted out from afar, half-kneeling on the ground with white lips purple, his eyes closed and humming the song of joy desperately to support, his voice was intermittent, getting weaker and weaker.

You Menghan can still support it, but it is not much better, he relies on internal strength, and the other party relies on talent, and the gap between the two is not as simple as loud and small.

Seeing that Zong Lu and the others were in danger, he was anxious, and then looked at Feng Zhiping, full of doubts.

It stands to reason that Feng Zhiping's situation will not be much better than him, but looking at the other party's face, he is just a little whiter, he doesn't look painful, and he doesn't even have mood swings, how did he do it?

Feng Zhiping would not tell him the secret of the sword species, not to mention that his current situation is really not good, the other party's singing voice is as pervasive and invincible as the original clam demon, even if the sword species restrains him, he is in pain, but it is only shown on his face.

The situation deteriorated rapidly, and just as You Menghan was about to retreat, and Feng Zhiping was about to give it a go regardless of the consequences, a Buddha horn came from afar.

"Amitabha, what a heavy demonic aura!"