The flute man and the pipa woman both moved, and the rest of the people naturally couldn't hide their identities and showed their fierce appearances together.

The thin and wrinkled fingers of the red mango butterfly flicked into the void, and the four straight pipa strings immediately appeared a disturbance, and the silk strings bent inch by inch like a layer of waves, and they all froze. The other hand stretched out his index finger and gently placed it on the end of the bamboo flute, and the abundant and domineering sword momentum on the flute was stunned for nowhere, allowing the man holding the flute to hold his face flushed, and the bamboo flute was still not moving.

Another man playing the flute stepped out from behind the previous accomplice and attacked with his flute.

The two musicians of Qin Se and Ming both took out sharp weapons from under the instrument, and it turned out that Qin Se was hidden inside, and the huge wooden body was just hidden in the blade. The person who plays the bamboo fungus also copied the instrument, although there is no clue, but the murderous spirit bursts out, which should not be underestimated.

The remaining old artist who played the Xiqin was hesitant and ignorant, neither advancing nor retreating for a while, neither sitting nor settling, watching a group of people rushing to kill with great momentum.

The two men, who had drawn their swords from under the harp, rendezvous with the man playing the bamboo fungus, and left behind their accomplices, who pressed into formation, slightly behind, and shot their bodies at the curtain in a volley.

The man with the bamboo flute as a sword was originally only restrained by the sword momentum, but now a breath enveloped his whole body, and he couldn't help but deflect his whole strength, and hit the accomplices who came to support him against common sense. Obviously trying his best to contain it, the sword momentum did not decrease but increased.

The person who sent the aid had to protect himself first, and the bamboo flute was crossed, catching the other bamboo flute's Qianjun sweep.

With a "snap", the two flutes were broken. The man who came to support raised his sleeves, and a canopy of silver light flew out of his cuffs, shooting towards the red mango butterfly. He himself took the opportunity to retreat, landing ten paces away.

At the beginning, the man with the flute who was quite chivalrous "stepped forward" at this moment, and took the silver light with his own body, which was originally a cluster of silver needles. He didn't say a word after being shot, but he had been poisoned to death, his lips were as black as ink, and the skin outside his clothes was covered with purple and red silk, like a porcelain ice cracked glaze, and his death was terrifying.

The woman who made the pipa screamed sadly, gave up a few silk strings, and rushed forward to hug the man, and the two were actually a couple.

Chimango Butterfly was expressionless, reached out and twisted the woman's neck, and personally sent the two of them to Huangquan with a pair of hands.

The thief came with a murder weapon, Chu Chaoyun had to stand up, but as soon as she broke out of the curtain, she restrained her hands and feet, her eyes stared at the bright edge, and her heart beat for a while.

A pair of sharp swords were unambiguous, and greeted her face directly, and Chu Chaoyun couldn't help but block with his hand.

The two swords were sharp enough to sharpen iron, and they were actually caught in her hands, and the two assassins looked at each other, clearly not feeling any signs of the other's luck breath protection.

The man behind the cushion tilted the bamboo fungus and took out a large handful of silver needles, which were quenched with special mercury poison and looked more and more silvery. The man threw it out like a handful of silver stars.

The silver needle slashed his head and covered his face, Chu Chaoyun was startled, waved his hands, and grabbed them all randomly, like a shrew in the market with her eyes closed and fighting.

There was a sound of the clashing of the gold and stone, and the silver needles fell into Chu Chaoyun's hands one by one, and most of the silver needles were bent and deformed by her. Both the enemy and the enemy were stunned, and Chu Chaoyun suddenly remembered that he had practiced a kind of martial arts, called the Destroying Gold and Jade Hand. The hands become a small world by themselves, and the breath becomes a week in this world, never leaking, and can be soft or rigid, showing the hard side of the enemy is as solid as a rock and invulnerable, showing the soft side is as soft as flowing water, and even elongated into silk, which is very mysterious.

When Chu Chaoyun was pregnant, she relied on the kung fu of her hands to firmly trap the heart of her dead ghost husband. At this moment, it is used to catch some flying needles, which is really overkill.

Throwing away hundreds of silver needles, the silver needles were highly poisonous and sealed their throats, but fortunately they failed to pierce Chu Chaoyun's skin, so the poison had nowhere to be applied.

The three assassins repeated the old technique of splitting, the two with swords stayed here to entangle with Chu Chaoyun, and the person with the bamboo sheng in his arms performed light body kung fu, bypassing the confrontation with the three and rushing straight to the curtain where Feng Dongyan and Chu Xiaoting were.

Chu Chaoyun, the married mother-in-law, was very anxious in her heart, but she was really shallow in her experience with the enemy, and she was obviously skilled enough to crush the thief, but she was dragged by the two of them. In Chu Chaoyun's eyes, the two of them were like loaches, cunning and abnormal, attacking in the east and disturbing in the west, and constantly attacking shallowly, they didn't dare to meet the enemy head-on.

The middle-aged musician with the bamboo fungus in her arms avoided the righteous god, grabbed a quenched silver needle in the instrument, and a few steps closer could make the flying needle's hurting head several times. He thought that no matter whether he could escape or not, the heirs of the family would definitely be able to cross the dragon gate, get rid of the untouchable slavery, and earn a good official status.

The tigress who wore several green hats for herself would also look the other way.

The old Confucian student Qin Yun gradually served as a guard for his wife Chu Xiaoting, even though he hid in the shadows because of his personal children's affection, he also paid attention to the movements here from time to time. This is the moment for him to show up, and he must intercept and kill, and the assassin will not be allowed to succeed.

However, a figure blocked out of the air, blocking the way of the man holding the bamboo sheng, his hands were full of scarlet blood, it was the old woman Chimango Butterfly. The other half of the red butterfly loomed on her face, like a full red butterfly flapping its wings. Just now, she pulled out the hot beating heart of a man in his chest with her bare hands. The action was so swift that the "heartless" man with the bamboo flute had not even taken his last breath, and she reached another realm.

Qin Yun's expression gradually darkened, and he disappeared again. That bloody heart-wrenching scene was naturally deliberately done by someone......

The middle-aged Le Ling's heart sank with excitement, like drowning in a cold winter ice lake. The person in front of him can crush his mind with his murderous aura alone, and his own chances of victory are not very few, but in fact there is no chance of turning around! Once he makes a move, he may have a one-hundred-hundred-and-one ending is an extravagant hope.

A middle-aged man who pretended to be an assassin and infiltrated the Hou Mansion to assassinate him, and his ancestor was one of the courtiers who were sent by the imperial court to the poisonous miasma of the border region. Their descendants have been convicted for generations, and not only will they not be able to participate in the liberal arts, martial arts, and the registration of land and household loans, but they will also be punished with felonies for unauthorized land reclamation or commercial work. The only way to survive is to be a woman as a slave, and once again she has to sell herself, and a man is a servant, and once again she can only sell her life.

The middle-aged Le Ling is an incomparably lowly and inferior sinner, who makes a living by licking blood from the knife, and every human life can be counted in silver in the eyes of such people. Although he did not commit any sins that hurt nature and reason before he killed people for money to fill his stomach with a mouthful of hot rice, just because he was born in a family of sinners, he never turned over and became the most despicable bastard. The torrent of life will only oppress him and exploit him layer by layer, and in the end he is destined not to have mercy and kindness.

also revealed his final end - death. An irreversible repetition of the mistakes of the same generation!

The middle-aged Le Ling exhaled, her heart was like the Dead Sea, and there were no waves. Regardless of the fact that the nearly 1,000 silver needles in the bamboo fungus had not yet been issued, the mouth closed one by one and bit a pill stuck between the teeth, and the pill was a strong poison that was refined and purified, and it would not take more than half a moment to kill a person.

It's just that the next moment there was an unexpected bloody scene of middle-aged Le Ling, a red and shriveled hand shot at him, and ripped open the man's entire jaw, and at the same time, the red thread on the back of the hand came to life, bounced up, wrapped around the upper row of teeth, and pulled out all the teeth stained with medicinal powder.

The man who had been injured countless times in his life rolled on the ground in pain, and the screams that should have been terrible and painful turned into a strange throat grunt. Just because the jaw is connected to the muscles and muscles of the throat, the entire vocal cord is torn out by brute force.

The red threads that popped out of the back of the hand were stained with blood, and they looked particularly lively and restless.

One of the branches of the dark fox brocade, the red fox department cultivates a secret method, and after cultivating Xiaocheng, the red filaments will spread under the skin, and the more advanced the cultivation, the denser the red filaments, and the more and more widely distributed and infected skin.

And the one who taught this secret method is here.

Red mango butterfly!

These secret methods are of little use against ordinary enemies, and only appear to be of great use when life and death have to be exchanged for life. At that time, the red silk that usually inhabits the flesh will pierce the skin, devour all the qi and blood that can be touched, and turn into essence breath to supply the owner with all the qi and sea points.

Although it can only be used once, as long as there is enough blood around it, the person who performs the arcane spell will have an endless amount of aura to maneuver. If it is placed on the battlefield, it can almost directly determine the outcome of a small and medium-sized battle.

Of course, there are very few martial artists who can practice red silk after all, and besides, this method of suddenly filling the sea of qi is extremely expensive to use, and once it is opened, it cannot be stopped. Ordinary warriors can't control the greedy red silk, and finally end up with a sad end where their own blood is sucked and dried.

There were hundreds of red threads popping out of the back of Chimangdie's hand, gathering at the wound where the middle-aged Le Ling rarely went to his jaw, but although the red silk was restless, it drilled in and out in an orderly manner. In less than ten breaths, all the wounds and blood vessels that bleed were mended were sewn up. Although the wound was still shocking, the life of the middle-aged Le Ling, who tried to commit suicide by taking poison, was temporarily saved.

The red thread reluctantly returned, shrunk into the human body at the other end, and finally returned to peace. The red thread of the red butterfly is not hidden under the skin, but is hidden in the meridians, which is not only free to retract, but also unprovoked.

This kind of foreign body that devours qi and blood, in fact, evolved from the blood-colored little Jiao of Liu Longchi, a big guest, she once came to the door to ask for advice, and Liu Longchi also taught generously, but unfortunately the red mango butterfly can only comprehend the fur, handed over to the red fox department of a "blood drinking method", the person who understands can often only raise red silk, and can not manipulate bloodthirsty red silk like her.

The red mango butterfly has been immersed in these evil crooked paths for half a lifetime, but it is still unable to go to the next level, reaching the state where the red silk is separated from the body and wanders away like a dragon. It can't act as another great river of qi veins and accumulate breath.

Crimson took out four half-foot-long steel spikes and pierced the limbs of the fainting and sleeping Assassin, preventing him from struggling after waking up.

Inside the curtain, Chu Xiaoting was pregnant, seeing the bloody and terrifying scene, his chest was burning, his throat was choking, and the sour water in his abdomen was pouring out, and he was vomiting.

Feng Dongyan hurriedly patted her sister-in-law on the back to help her breathe, and ordered Chimangdie: "Take it down!"

The red butterfly picked up the corpse-like limp assassin and disappeared in a flash.

The old Confucian Qin Yun gradually stopped hiding his body, and the breath around his body was like a steaming cloud dream, and he rose up with great anger, struggling to make his feet, obviously running out alone, but he was like thousands of students accompanying him. A dark shadow swooped down, and the two collided together.

The black shadow was the first to pop out, landing four or five feet away, revealing a lewd old man with his eyebrows and eyes furrowed. Holding a long hole flute with a long golden spike tied at one end. This elegant object fell into his hands, which really made people sigh that it was a violent thing.

As soon as Qin Yun saw someone coming, he immediately frowned, "It's you?"

The obscene old man grinned, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and said, "It's me, senior brother!"