Yan Zishuang is the only person who is not on the douqin, her eyes are always looking at the surging river through the window, this time the douqin can be said to have achieved half of her purpose, Yang Jun showed brilliance, presumably she can get Jiaoweiqin, and she can get that arrogant heart, but can the other half of the purpose be achieved? She really can't understand this senior sister's unpredictable thoughts, hey, it's just the resurgence of the remnants of the Demon Gate, why do you let yourself bother so much in the green lake?

Just when Yan Zishuang was thinking about it, a sharp sound of meteor tore the sound of the piano like a sharp blade, breaking through the air, everyone was shocked, and when they raised their eyes, they saw Yang Ning playing Tao Meteor with a lonely expression, but the sound of the meteor was chaotic, just penetrating through the gap of the piano sound, and then tearing and burning. Whether they were friends or foes, the four of them felt that the terrible sound of the ape's wailing was surging all over the sky, and each sound hit the beat of the gap in their piano sounds, and the slightest glory was torn to pieces, and they had no choice but to resist forcibly, but in just a moment, the music was no longer sustainable. But the sound of the fall is getting more and more poignant, although there is no trace of beauty, but it is merciless, destroying the sound of the four people.

Yang Jun and the four of them all felt bitter in their hearts, no matter what, there was a bottom line in the way of fighting the piano, that is, their own piano sound had to be in tune, but this Yang Ning didn't care about this tacit understanding at all, and only with a poignant sound that was out of order, he had already taken all the initiative, and everyone's intentional or unintentional attack and resistance came to naught. Where is this still a piano fight, it is clearly a white-knuckle confrontation, Yang Ning alone met the siege of the four, and he was still at ease, but the four of them were already stretched and barely supported. By this time, everyone had already realized in their hearts. If you want to win, it is not so much to look at the level of piano skills, but to look at the depth of martial arts knowledge, but among these people, who else has a martial arts cultivation like Yang Ning? Yang Ning actually chose the most suitable way for himself to carry out the so-called piano fighting, if it is not bad, Fang Cai's retreat and forbearance is to let more people fall into the battle, to avoid being attacked from behind at the moment when the final thunder sweeps the hole.

If she realized, Qiu Suhua wanted to stop and admit defeat, her original purpose was just to disrupt the situation, and when Yang Ning made a move, it could be regarded as repaying the guidance and kindness of the Battle of Chibi, but at this time, she was horrified to find that the sound of the fall was like a magic sound, and her heart seemed to be fast and slow with the change of the sound, and for a while, the blood was chaotic, if she didn't want to resist with the sound of the qin. I'm afraid that I will die of heartbreak, where do I dare to stop. Peeking in, I saw that Yang Jun and Zhan Yun were also pale, although Su'e in the curtain tried her best to play a peaceful and clear sound, but the sound of the piano was intermittent, obviously also damaged by the sound of the fall, and the slender delicate body seemed to be gradually withering.

The sound of the fall became more and more urgent, like the noise of apes and cicadas, the roar of tigers and dragons, which revealed more indescribable misery and pathos, even the people who did not participate in the piano began to change color, the white-clothed maid screamed, she had fallen to the ground, unconscious, Yu Xiufu was reluctant to resist the sound of the fall, but felt that the blood was surging, if it was not for the fact that he did not participate in the piano, he was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of the shackles of the fall. Although Lu Hongjian is a scribe, but the world has been turbulent over the years, even literati tend to dance with swords, and he often travels to and from the deep mountains and Daze, if he has no self-defense, he is afraid that he will die a long time ago, so although his face is pale, he can barely support it. Only Wu Cheng always looked calm, listening attentively there, and did not seem to be affected in any way. Of course, there is another exception is Qingping, although she is closest to Yang Ning, but Yang Ning's other hand pressed on her vest, slowly crossing the Mianmian True Qi and protecting her heart, so she listened to it with her eyebrows fluttering, which made people feel depressed.

Seeing that Yang Ning was about to win a big victory, Yan Zishuang's expression was cold, she didn't bring the piano, she originally wanted to watch coldly, but at this moment, she couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to shout out to stop Yang Ning's wanton behavior, a light and soft flute sound crossed the heavy building of the smoke wave, and the sound was like a sigh, as if it had directly penetrated into many almost dry hearts, and the sound of the flute was silent, and the sound of the flute was already wrapped around like a vine, and the sound of the flute seemed to be free from the shackles of the sound of the flute, and it became more and more poignant and lonely, but the sound of the flute was like a wisp, almost annihilating the sound of the fall. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the four wisps of piano sounds, echoing each other, retreating, gradually falling down, and finally silent, like only the sound of the flute in the pavilion was endless.

Without the interference of the piano sound, the meteorite gradually has a tune, which actually has the jade and stone burning, and the enemy forgets the lonely and unruly meaning, and the wisp of the flute sound is condensed, no longer erratic, the timbre is bright and pathetic, but every time the meteorite is approaching, slowly retreat to avoid the enemy, and then zigzag to catch up, the flute sound falls, a soft lingering, a desolate and lonely, a rigid and a soft, agitating each other, the fight is inextricable, although the momentum is much weaker than the battle of the Qin Fall, but the faint edge in the meantime, but reveals infinite murderous blood, there is a momentum of life and death。

Yan Zishuang's expression changed, a smile appeared on her lips, she calmed down and listened carefully, only to feel that although the sound of the flute was rigid and soft, there was also a trace of forbearance and glory in the poignant and lonely, and there was also a bamboo-like tenacity and unyielding in the soft lingering.

Just as he was listening attentively, Yan Zishuang suddenly felt that the dantian was stagnant, and he was slightly frightened in his heart, and he was about to breathe his qi and blood, only to feel that the sound of the flute that was originally in his ears was entangled in his heart somehow, and the poignant sound seemed to be up and down with his own heart, and the surrounding true qi seemed to have dissipated, forcibly holding back the panic in his heart, Yan Zishuang looked around, only to see that everyone in the piano room had collapsed to the ground, falling into a half-dreaming and half-awake situation, even Wu Cheng, who was unfathomable to himself, was no exception. With a flash of lightning in her heart, Yan Zishuang already understood that she was too careless, although Xiao Yin was the enemy of each other, but I don't know if it was a tacit understanding between the two people, or an unintentional result, but they joined forces to subdue the other people involved in it silently, and without warning in advance, even she didn't notice it in advance, with a light sigh, Yan Zishuang shook her head helplessly, took away her thoughts, and adjusted her true qi wholeheartedly, even with her martial arts, it was only after a stick of incense time that she isolated the Xiao Yin that almost penetrated into the atrium bit by bit and the sound of the heart-rending sound from the heart, and felt that the true qi began to recover bit by bit, Yan Zishuang put her mind at ease, It seems that Senior Sister doesn't want to be in the same league with the Demon Emperor.

Yang Ning stopped playing, sighed softly, and raised his voice: "Since you have already come, why don't you show up yet, there are no outsiders here who can disturb us." ”

A faint sigh came from nowhere, the figure flashed, there was already a thorn hairpin cloth skirt in front of the window, a woman with a long body, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with beautiful facial features, unparalleled demeanor, but her face was as cold as ice and snow, although she was still young, but her temples were slightly dyed, which added a bit of wind and frost to this woman. There is a belt of green silk wrapped with silver around her waist, and there is no ornament on this woman's body in addition to this, only a pale yellow bamboo Xiao in her hand is tied with an ordinary green jade, which is slightly valuable.

As soon as he saw this woman, the surging battle intent in Yang Ning's eyes suddenly froze, and his eyes lingered on the woman's sideburns and eyebrows for a long time before he said, "Miss Ping, are you here to kill me?"

Ping Yan stared deeply at Yang Ning's face, although they were separated not long ago, but this young man's temperament has changed significantly, and there is no longer the three points of immaturity and youthfulness that he used to have, although the gloomy and desolate condensed in his eyes was covered by a faint look, the kind of arrogance that was abandoned by the world, left behind and independent, became more and more distinct, if it wasn't for the chance to catch a glimpse of the eyes of the girl next to him with a little tenderness and sweetness, I am afraid that this young man has no concern for the world. A wisp of sourness was born in his heart, and in an instant, he was overwhelmed by anger and hatred, Ping Yan walked up to Yang Ning and said coldly: "Ten years of covenant, I can no longer keep it, if you have any requirements, you can tell me, I will try to give you a fair duel." ”

Yang Ning's heart turned back and forth, and he said after a long time: "There is no so-called fairness in the world, I accept your challenge, but I want you to make a promise, the grievances between you and me have nothing to do with Qingping, no matter what the circumstances, you can't hurt her." ”

Ping Yan didn't agree immediately, his eyes wandered on Yang Ning and Qingping for a moment, and said lightly: "Do you know what you said?"

Yang Ning said calmly: "I know, I have presented the biggest weakness of my life in front of you, if you talk about martial arts, although I have made great progress these days, although I can't compare with you, but if I insist on escaping, you can't help me, but if you attack Qingping with all your might, I can only fight to the death in order to protect her, the gap of ten years is not something that can be made up in a short time, you have mastered my weakness, that is, I will be put in a place of death." ”

Ping Yan smiled slightly and said, "Are you sure of my temperament and know that I will not do such a shameless act, so you dare to say it?"

Yang Ning said lightly: "If you are as shameless and indecent as others, who else in this world is worthy of being my opponent?"

A bright light flashed in Ping Yan's eyes, and he said half-loudly: "Okay, I promise you, even if she comes to provoke me in the future, I won't embarrass her." ”

Yang Ning lowered his head, caught a glimpse of Qingping's frightened star eyes, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Sister, don't worry, if I don't want to die, no one can kill me, you wait here for me to come back." After saying that, she gently tapped a finger on Qingping's sleeping hole, Qingping finally struggled to wake up, but she could only let Yang Ning's shadow fade away in her eyes, holding on to Yang Ning's clothes tightly and refusing to let go, the deepest fear completely overwhelmed her, as if she would lose everything when she fell asleep, but after all, she could only fall into a deep sleep unwillingly.