Lang Yuan has been observing the battlefield above the Black Dragon Pass, and has also seen the situation as clearly as the other three who stayed on the Black Dragon Pass battlefield, and he is also waiting for his own followers.

It's just the throbbing in her heart that made her suddenly realize. Grip the turquoise piccolo that was given away by someone and refined as one of the natal objects without reservation.

Perhaps at that time, she became the backhand of the current Black Dragon Pass battlefield.

The national teacher told her that when the flute sounded, she could go straight to the realm of engraving and become an immortal in the year of peach and plum. Let the world see how to be a peerless genius.

In the ghost tomb, the strange that seemed to belong to her alone, was temporarily in the realm of engravement, and she fought the enemy with the sound of the flute on a whim.

After coming out, with the aura of the 'passerby', he can really play the piccolo sound. Since then, Lang Yuan has been at the threshold of the Engraved Law Realm, just waiting to refine it into the only natal magic weapon, and with a clear mind, he can soar.

It's just that the national teacher who originally taught her to break through the realm suddenly repented, and inexplicably said a strange sentence of 'stop in moderation, don't take advantage of good things'. But at least she understood half of the meaning, and she didn't really break through with the piccolo.

There are some opportunities in the world, which seem to be beneficial, but in fact, they hide the troubles, and they can only ask people to be heroes and heroes for a while.

Today's situation is probably the early arrangement of the national teacher. As for the piccolo that has been refined into a natal object, it can arouse the throbbing in her heart, but she is timid and quietly hiding in the hole, which really makes her like it a little.

Some are like that little white patrol, only when they are in their arms or Xiao Tangguo's arms, they dare to bare their teeth at Zhou Zhengqing, they are all really bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

On the other side, the stalemate melee turned into a slight difference between twenty-six and twenty-eight.

Qi Han, who was born in the Pure Rain Sect, showed the body of a big scalper, and for a while he actually helped Song Yuanyuan, the sword of the Hidden Deer Sect who was besieged by three people, to relieve the siege, and resisted a stairing seal. turned to a sharp horn and hit Yang Jia, a female fairy of the Phoenix Pool who was not very powerful at this time.

made Yu August, who wanted to break the formation in one fell swoop, his plan failed.

Yang Jia, the fairy in a pure white dress, originally relied on the rain to shoot unscrupulously, holding a delicate sword in both hands, faintly gaining the upper hand. was only caught off guard by this sudden change of the old scalper.

You must know that this is a life-and-death struggle, and he didn't spare his hand at all, but Song Yuanyuan was able to be outnumbered unscathed, which was already quite outstanding. And Qi Han was able to accurately grasp the opportunity while facing the enemy, and hurt people with a strong attitude, which was very extraordinary.

It was only a moment later that the monks of the Listening Rhyme Realm of the Four Kingdoms suddenly withdrew their hands in unison, only staring at them from the side. The military order to retreat has been clearly communicated.

In addition to the intractable and inseparable words, Xie Hong and the two did not start the attack and kill as they wished.

Tsubaki Mountain, who had previously used the talisman, suddenly shot again, turning the talisman into a maze, not seeking to hurt people, but only covering up for a moment.

Because of the Crane Mingguan of the Taoist Temple of the Wild Road, someone wanted to take the opportunity to nail a Hidden Deer Sect to death with a flying sword. It's just that the maze didn't play a role, and the flying sword was called difficult to collect.

Yiju forcibly dropped the child, one white and four black, forcibly lifted the child, and saved the man's life dangerously and dangerously. Cheng Ci and Xie Hong also retreated separately and no longer fought, and there were many scars on their bodies that had avoided the vital points.

Finally, in this half-empty battlefield of Black Dragon Pass, only two women were left to confront each other, and they began to shoot.

The two parties who withdrew listened to the rhyme, and no one dared to be careless, for fear that someone would intervene sideways, and they were all watching and being vigilant.

"It says, 'You are my old enemy.'" Wu Hong twisted the strings, and the one in his mouth was nothing except for the big music order that resembled a bird's screen.

A killing machine cut through the rain curtain again, without any fancy fancy, and slashed away in the air.

Lang Yuan does not dodge or dodge, this woman's heartstrings and strings are really very fine, and they are attentive everywhere.

The previous immortal mansion dissipated inch by inch, not only did Lang Yuan break it with today's natal magic weapon, but also the slender woman in a smoky butterfly skirt did it intentionally, in order to kill the sky now.

Except for the one from far to near, at this time, the rain in the sky was pouring like a knife, and was pulled by the sound of the piano, leaving no room at all.

"Whether it's an old enemy or not, I don't know, but I want to kill you." Lang Yuan made no secret of it, and the murderous intent that arose for some reason was out of control at this time. Although he is on the battlefield, he has no grievances and no hatred, and he has an unending mind out of thin air, and he may really be an old enemy.

With a move of raising his hand, the turquoise piccolo that was desperately hidden in his acupoint was lying in the palm of Langyuan's right hand.

Lang Yuan's palm turned upside down, and he pointed at the nine holes around the piccolo and wiped it lightly, and the wisp of killing power that originally hit fell apart inch by inch, and the sharp raindrops could not get close at all.

You have a heartstring transposition, and I steal here,-for-tat, fateful enemy, so it makes sense.

This is the first frustration of the murderous methods that have left both sides unsolvable.

Three feet behind each of them, there was no wind and rain, but a huge water curtain was formed in the middle of the two. On one side is the sound of the piano, and on the other side is the sound of thin water.

It's just that the water curtain is moving towards Wu Hong's side, very slowly.

Lang Yuan on the other side, at this time, his left hand was holding the piccolo obliquely, and his right hand was raised horizontally, a long sword with a snow-white body, cold and suffocating, and the hilt was an inch outside the fingertips.

Lang Yuan stepped out in the air, and every step would pause, and the interval would be longer or shorter. She was disturbing the rhythm of the woman on the other side of the water curtain, and at the same time, she was also preventing the other party from spying on her spiritual energy. Just wait until you get close and see if there is still such an old enemy.

Wu Hong wiped her right hand continuously, and one after another killing machines flew out in an instant, like a cow's hair needle, there was no more than half a point on the water curtain, and she wanted to suppress people.

Lang Yuan held the hilt of the sword, and before the woman could turn again, he took the initiative to give up the cover, and danced a huge arc in front of him, regardless of it, and handed out a straight sword.

The Ming Dynasty overthrew countless immortal sects, and the treasury collected countless swordsmanship classics, and Lang Yuan could read them at will since he was a child. With the accumulation of that smart talent and a lot of resources, the achievements of the sword are not small.

After the water curtain shattered, the overwhelming killing machine came head-on, and there was no way to avoid it, but they were all oppressed by the sharp sword qi, and they couldn't cause half a point of damage to Lang Yuan.

Wu Hong forcibly transposed four times in a row, the momentum continued to superimpose, and drops of blood oozed from his fingers, and then he used this to entrust the infinite killing opportunity, turning into strings and rushing straight towards Langyuan.

The great music made the spirituality re-revealed, as if it was not far away from the defeat of Lang Yuan's hands, and the extremely beautiful finch screen bloomed instantly. But it disappeared again in the blink of an eye, but the five blood-red strings that held the murderous machine were no longer shattered inch by inch after being suppressed by the piccolo stealthily as before.

Instead, he clings to a sharp sword, like a spiritual snake spitting letters, wanting to get straight to life.