Shi Xiao stood on the city wall, carefully looked at the figure of the beautiful woman in the middle of the thirty people, and took the time to take another look at the guqin: "Dale Ling, it's really a lot of work."

It's no wonder that the rest of the people are focused on the woman holding the qin, the origin of the Great Joy Order can no longer be traced, and the older the object, the more valuable it is. It just so happens that this guqin is also quite outstanding among the few old objects in Jiuzhou.

And the Black Dragon Pass showed up to make a move, which was also listening to the rhyme realm, but only twenty-seven people came down to stop it. Both sides have a tacit understanding to compete with the essence of the immortals, but they have not stopped at all, and they listen to the rhyme.

The sound of shouting and killing in the city and under the city shook the sky, and from time to time there were Cangwu walking on the cloud ladder and being shot by bows and arrows. Guarding the city defense is a sharp arrow and killing people.

He Bidry waved his hand, and the flag officer who gave the order immediately played the flag, covering it with a catapult, and put in another 30,000 foot soldiers, mixed with light armor and heavy armor. The hideous crashing car, under the protection of the big shield soldiers, was slowly pushed towards the Black Dragon Pass.

On the Ming side, the power of the five thunder crossbows is undiminished, and the rolling wood and stones that have been prepared are about to come in handy, and the city is still constantly transporting gold juice and oil upwards.

Since ancient times, most of the battle losses of the defenders were lower than those of the besiegers, and the root cause was that the steep walls were high and thick, and they were killed and wounded condescendingly before they could get close.

And the fifty-seven people in mid-air listened to the rhyme, ignoring the chaotic voices below, and confronted each other.

The woman in the smoky butterfly skirt stood out of thin air, plucking the strings with one hand and one finger, as if she was trying to hear the sound, but in fact, it had already triggered the killing machine. Immediately afterwards, someone shot at the same time, smashing into the crowd of the Ming camp listening to the rhyme realm with a strange six-sided small jade seal on the palm-sized side.

The twenty-seven people who were faintly powerful to each other did not take it rashly, and each stood still, as if they were one. Led by Song Chenyuan, the sword of the Deer Sect, his beard and hair were all white, and he used the giant sword with a pitch-black body to defuse this temptation.

The six-sided small seal flipped a few times in mid-air, flew back upside down, and stopped in the palm of a middle-aged man's hand. In August, Tourang Mountain took back the stairs seal engraved with the words "Qianqiu, Feihong, Boxiao, Qichuan, Chujing, and Xinyang" on each of the six sides.

The woman hooked the guqin with her bare hands, and the melody suddenly rose, except for the remaining two people around her to watch the situation, they all withdrew, wanting to fight separately. In such a melee where you can gain an advantage in numbers, you must try to maximize it.

And those two must be proficient in assassination, killing people with extreme speed, whether they succeed or not, they are far away in an instant. At this time, there is no need to risk the loss of life, and when the formation is pressed, it can cause a huge burden to the enemy, just like the woodcutter is always worried about the tiger on his side coming out of the hole and hurting people. Once you make a move, it will mess up people's positions and show all kinds of flaws.

But the Ming side obviously won't let people get their wish, and they all set up a formation, but it is not the best situation that the Fuqin woman wants, but there are twenty-three people who take action, and four people are left to take care of them at all times.

The sound of the piano is melodious and tactful, but the magic power is not as it seems, which makes people linger and forget to return, and their ears fall in love.

Although they have been curbed for a while, they have not yet reached the point of chaos. There is a woman who makes a speech, and the colorful clothes flutter from the place of the battlefield with one hand twisting flowers, and the toes are lightly lifted.

She, an unsuccessful child, has to go all out, after all, her father's vacillation almost affected her own mountain gate, and at this time, half of the twenty-seven listening rhyme realms are from the Hidden Deer Sect. Yiju is also among them, for which Chunshan also dispatched six people to listen to the rhyme, and three of its elders also visited the National Teacher's Mansion and participated in the planning. Just to be the first to kill and prove his innocence.

In an instant, the sword qi of ten thousand tiny petals condensed into an entity, and they all rushed towards the endless aftermath of the great music order of stroking the qin with both hands.

Now it is only a slight test of the flow of the 27 people on the Ming side, once the groping is clear, this piece will definitely turn from gentle to sonorous, and it will inevitably be a huge crisis.

Over today's battlefield, the clouds were thick, and at this time, the small and large pools of blood gathered by the battle on the ground were coveted, and fine raindrops began to fall. It's just that the Fuqin woman didn't pay much attention to it, Wu Hong never knew anything about music and rhythm before she was fifteen years old, but the master who died later in the vendetta taught her these skills.

The Great Joy Order, which was about to be lost, was continued by an outsider like her. Others are troubled by the piano in all kinds of ways, what support, split, wipe, pick, hook, tick and other skills, are to be practiced for a long time, she just touches the strings and feels smart, and there is no obscurity.

The master of good wine always said that such a natural good embryo worships under his door and is favored by God. But he regretted and was annoyed by this matter, how could there be such a bad person in the world. If you are a good immortal, let him teach him, he can only stop the immortal, and it is still unknown whether he can even ascend to the Engraved Law Realm.

Later, he even intensified his drunken words to her: "Xiaohong, the rhythm is the same, and the engraved rhythm realm is the real entry into the house, otherwise, I will find you a good master?

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl always shook her head, too lazy to speak, while cleaning up the dishes on the table, and then went back to her room, without lighting the lamp, lying on the bed to shed tears and sulk.

What kind of rhythm is the same, the engraved rhythm realm, and the immortals, she has never understood, and she doesn't want to understand. Why should I eat you, drink you, and wear you, and don't want me to return it?

The girl who is most afraid of the dark has always slept with the lamp lit. The drunkard would only say a few words and waste money, but he would not actually extinguish the oil lamp.

That night, the drunkard did not enter the door, and sat at the door of the house in a daze, sleepless all night, perhaps wanting to end the fate of master and apprentice in this way.

It's just that the next day, as before, he never mentioned sending away Xiaohong, who depended on each other.

The magnificent sword qi that shot out was colorful and beautiful. But it fell two feet outside Wu Hong's body one after another, and he couldn't move an inch.

Yi Ju was also sweeping the formation, as if he was pinching a white chess piece with one hand and putting it down in the air, there were waves in mid-air, and the young Taoist Jia Meng, who was startled, withdrew his hand. There were originally some flaws in the position of fewer enemies and more enemies, but at this time they made up for it abruptly.

Another sunspot fell, taking advantage of the short gap, this is not obvious, and its reputation has never been known to be Tsubaki's descendant, it is extremely bold, and it wants to turn defense into offense.

The few remaining petal sword qi from Cheng Ci's handwriting appeared in front of Jia Meng. The young Taoist priest didn't have time to be surprised, and with one hand, a huge bell shadow was just about to condense and form, and another talisman had already swallowed the light. It was just a sharp pain in his chest that interrupted all his movements.

The few people closest to him, the Listening Rhyme Realm monks from all over the four countries, were all entangled to death, even if they resisted the combined efforts of many people, they did not relax at all. Planned in advance, no matter where it is targeted first, there will be people who are so desperate.

Through the cooperation of Ju Yi, Cheng Ci's flower blossoming and frosting has never been aimed at the Fuqin woman, and she wants to level the gap little by little. I thought about taking a risk, but I didn't dare to do it rashly.

No one cares about being moved by the talisman not a short distance, covered in terrible blood, and falling straight down the corpse of the Taoist priest. Dead people are the norm on the battlefield, and all mercy and sorrow, whether true or not, must be placed after living.

Cheng Ci's forehead was mixed with beads of sweat, and the two of them worked together to kill an equal Listening Rhyme Realm monk, and they were still fighting like this, but it took a lot of strength.

It was also at this time that the sound of the piano gradually changed. It's like slowing down the twenty-seven

On the city wall of Heilongguan, people have begun to climb the city, and among the light and heavy steps of Cangwu, not only the thirty Tingyun Realm are doing it, but there are also more monks, who have climbed the city wall as soldiers and killed the Ming armor soldiers, with different means.