The twin hammers slowly became the size of a skull, and the blue light on the hammers was even worse, since the defense was worry-free, it seemed that Gu Changyan was ready to attack.

Yi Heng recalled the dong flute at this time, no longer attacked, but put the dong flute to his mouth and blew it.

The low sound of the flute sounded from the cave flute and spread throughout the audience, and the sound of the flute was tactful and desolate, as if telling a story.

All the cultivators in the audience were attracted by the sound of the flute, carefully experienced the charm of the flute, and unconsciously remembered the various tribulations they had experienced in this life.

Qiu Xiyin was even more teary-eyed when she heard it, when did she feel such desolation?

But Gu Changyan was unmoved, seeing that Yi Heng no longer attacked, but blew the hole flute, he was secretly happy in his heart, and with a wave of his big hand, the double hammer the size of a skull hit Yi Heng with a blue electric light.

The sound of "Zizi" was so incongruous in the desolate sound of the hole flute, Yi Heng didn't seem to see it, and when the double hammer was about to approach, his right hand slid down from the hole flute.

With a quick pinching of his fingers, the air in front of him tumbled, and three air walls were laid in an instant, which was the first layer of the Xunzi technique, but now three were laid in a row.

After the cloth was laid down, his right hand returned to the hole flute, and the sound of the flute just now happened to be seamless, which showed that he cast the spell quickly, and it was only between one syllable.

The desolate sound of the flute suddenly changed and became tragic and passionate, as if it was the fear and uneasiness in the heart of a soldier when the two armies were fighting, and it seemed to be the worry and fear of losing his life at any time.

The cultivators in the audience also remembered that every time they went out to seek opportunities, they wandered between the three Jedi who knew nothing, and faced unknown crises and monsters at any time.

Every time, I have the determination to never go back, that kind of fear and determination, I don't want to think about it for a long time, but at this time, it is undoubtedly revealed in the sound of the flute.

Zeng Yushu had already tears in his eyes, Senior Brother Yi spent time in the mortal army from the age of twelve to fourteen, and he was a sword and shield soldier at the forefront, I don't know how many battles he has experienced, and I don't know how many times he has worried about life and death in his heart.

It turns out that this is that kind of feeling, a feeling of despair that makes people's blood hot, and it is even worse than the pain that he faces Xiao Yuanzhou every time, because at least he can have a choice and room to fight back.

But in mortal warfare, how can the fate of a sword and shield soldier be changed by hard work and hard work?

The double hammer on the stage smashed on the air wall at this time, except for a few flashes of electric light, there was no sound, Gu Changyan saw the attack that he was proud of, and he didn't even pause the sound of the opponent's flute, and couldn't help but become solemn again.

Retract the twin hammers and bless the shock words again, again and again, under the blessing of five consecutive shock words, the blue light on the double hammers finally took on a burst of purple, which was about to approach the attack of the foundation building monk.

Before the attack passed, Xiao Sheng suddenly became relaxed again, as if he had encountered the most joyful thing, and the cultivators followed Xiao Sheng to recall the joy of being discovered by the immortal master when he was young, teaching the Fa to start practicing.

Gu Changyan didn't dare to think about it, and once again drove the double hammer towards Yi Heng.

At this time, Yi Heng was thinking about the joy of Xu Feng teaching the Fa and starting to practice, and for the double hammer that was attacked, in addition to his face being a little solemn, the sound of the flute still did not stop.

It's just that his right hand was withdrawn and swung sharply again, and the air in front of him tumbled and solidified into five qi walls, and the five qi walls at this time were no longer the same as last time, but more condensed, and this time he used most of his spiritual power.

When the right hand was on the hole flute again, the sound of the flute changed again, the bottom was dumb and gloomy, as if telling the difficult process of cultivating immortals, the difficult difficulties experienced in it, and the struggle of life and death.

At this time, the twin hammers with a faint purple light smashed on the qi wall, breaking four in a row, but finally dissipating in the fifth qi wall, and Yi Heng took five or six steps back.

The purple electric light exploded, and some of them hit Yi Heng's body, shattering the Dao robe outside, revealing the gray bear skin coat inside, and the sound of the flute did not stop.

The cultivators in the audience woke up from the sound of the flute, and when they saw this scene, they knew that Yi Heng was wearing a superb magic weapon, and the ability of a Qi refining cultivator was not enough to cause him too much harm.

When the double hammer was withdrawn, the sound of the flute changed again, but this time it became pleasant, but the cultivators actually felt that the atmosphere was instantly solemn.

Yi Heng's eyes were firmly fixed on Xiao Yuanzhou under the stage, he was chased and killed so much that he didn't have the strength to fight back, and he didn't even see the appearance of the pursuer clearly, so he was beaten into the bottomless pit, and he was in the bottomless pit for nearly thirteen years.

In addition to enduring the unbearable loneliness and loneliness of ordinary people, he also has to face strange creatures that are difficult to kill, and finally it takes half a year to crawl out, during which who knows how many times he wants to give up, ready to let the bottomless pit devour him.

In addition to seeking the origin of this world, there is more hatred for this person, if not, I am afraid that I would have given up long ago.

Xiao Sheng became fierce again, and Gu Changyan saw that the strongest attack only made Yi Heng take a few steps back, and he knew that it was impossible for him to defeat Yi Heng, and the best way was to continuously consume his spiritual power.

So countless talismans smashed over desperately, but unfortunately the sound of the flute never stopped.

Xiao Yuanzhou in the audience had already raised his head, and from the sound of the flute, he could actually hear that this hatred was aimed at him, and when his eyes made contact with Yi Heng, the sound of the flute changed again.

The intent of killing is getting stronger and stronger, and the murderous aura on Yi Heng's body is getting heavier and heavier, Xiao Yuanzhou feels a little bad.

Zeng Yushu was moved again, from the sound of the flute, he could actually hear that after Senior Brother Yi returned to the mountain gate, he knew that he was forced to build a foundation, and from now on he would no longer advance an inch, and the anger and killing intent in Senior Brother Yi's heart was so strong.

The momentum has been achieved, the killing intent is enough, and the sound of the flute is low again, as if Liu Hathan is enduring the pain alone, and with the rich aura, he can only maintain the kind of depression that is not extinguished.

Yi Heng tried his best to hold back his tears, his left hand held the flute, and his right hand began to pinch the finger duel urgently, and after the five Xun characters appeared, they were blessed on the hole flute, which was the first time he superimposed the Xun word duel.

When the fifth Xun character was integrated into the dong flute, the sound of the flute continued to be low, and the meaning of killing had reached its peak.

The three main masters of the audience who closed their eyes and recuperated at this time actually felt something at the same time, opened their eyes at the same time, and looked towards the stage.

Lei Yiming was even worse, and his right hand was about to make a move, but at this time, the hole flute in Yi Heng's hand had disappeared.

The sound of the flute still sounded in the ears of the cultivators, but the dong flute was gone, and everyone felt the meaning of the killing, looking at the Taoist robes that the two people on the stage were blown by the wind in the sound of the flute, the cultivators were inexplicably nervous, their palms were full of sweat, and they opened their eyes wide to find the location of the cave flute.

Suddenly, the dong flute appeared in Yi Heng's hand again, as if it had never disappeared.

The sound of the flute is still as tactful as at the beginning, but the cultivators have sharp eyes, and they have found that at the bottom of the hole flute, a drop of blood is about to drop, and under the bright sun, it is so crystal clear.

Immediately, all the monks in the audience, including the three major gate masters, turned their heads to look at Gu Changyan.

There was still a sinister smile on his face, but his eyes gradually froze, and a blood-red hole in his throat had just spurted blood.

As soon as the sound of the flute stopped, the drop of blood also dripped down, and Gu Changyan's body slowly fell, and when he smashed on the stage with a "poof", the drop of blood also happened to soak into the dust.

When the sound of a flute ended, he died in Huangquan.