Thanks to Nanwu Xiaofat Jun for his support, the first apprentice in this book was born, thank you.

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Yue Jingtian's mind was spinning, his five fingers suddenly flicked, and the four strings burst out at the same time.

Like thunder, like a dragon groaning.

Han Sanbao felt that his heart was bored, and his fist was blocked.

He was seriously injured and had not recovered, and he could barely exert fifty percent of his strength, thinking that it would be enough to deal with the second master of the Yellow List, but it was still too big.

"Yuelou pipa, the sound of the heart calms the soul, it is not empty talk. Be calm, don't be disturbed by the magic sound, and defeat him in one go. ”

Wind Boundless reminded.

Han Sanbao smiled bitterly in his heart, the magic sound was pervasive, like maggots on tarsal bones, constantly eroding and interfering with his sanity, his head was like an explosion in severe pain, and he couldn't even speak.

Seeing that the wind is boundless to fight against it, he is leisurely, thinking that Yuelou Pipa is not unique.

At this moment, he personally experienced that he was forcibly resisting the magic sound with a deep internal force.

The master of the yellow list, sure enough, no one is a waste wood.

But how can the little overlord be restrained?

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, stimulated by the severe pain, his spirit was shocked, and he urged his true yuan to bombard it again.

"Break it for me!"

Juyi Hall.

The officer and soldier who pretended to be a common man finally couldn't bear the endless torture methods of the bandits, and said angrily: "I...... Say. ”

The thieves smirked and lifted him up to the big boss, "Say it quickly." ”

"Yamashita ...... There are 4,200 soldiers and horses, led by Lord Zhu, the chief soldier of Yongzhou, and there are ...... under his command."

"Who's going to hear you say this, and what are flares for?"

The big boss stopped the smiling bandit and asked, "Although my Qiong'e Gang is well-known in the rivers and lakes, it is not so powerful as to alarm the general army of a continent, right?

The officer and soldier replied: "There is a king in Eshui Town, who is the richest man in the town......"

"Is it that fat-headed, big-eared, rich and unkind Wang Wenchang?"

"Exactly. Mr. Wang has a thousand gold under his knees, and his name is Wang Guyan, who is both talented and beautiful, and his name moves Yongzhou. After Lord Zhu learned about it, he intended to include her as the thirteenth concubine. ”

"Master Wang is naturally willing to fulfill this family business, but Miss Wang is beautiful and refined, she is only eight buckets high, and she would rather die than obey, she released words in the rivers and lakes: In this life, she only marries the true hero of the Qiong'er Gang......"

When the thieves heard this, they scolded angrily.

That Wang Wenchang, they naturally knew that the big boss had personally led the team and came to the door several times to borrow grain and money. ’

I think it was because of this that Miss Wang was resentful, and she took the opportunity to provoke the hatred of the people in the world and fight against the Qiong'er Gang.

The big boss asked: "So, Lord Zhu worked tirelessly to win the beauty, and personally led the army to come and fight for the real hero?"

The officer said, "Exactly. ”

"Huh!"

The big boss sneered, "Since you know the inside story, it's not easy to come to the identity, right?"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the officer and soldier, and he hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I am a ten-person squad leader." ”

"Yes. ”

The big boss didn't pursue it and asked, "What is the purpose of the flare?"

The officer and soldier replied: "Lord Zhu heard that Qiongshan is steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the local yamen sent troops to besiege it several times, and returned again and again, because he wanted to lend the hand of the condolence group, let me wait to go up the mountain, poison you, if it happens, release a signal, and he will lead the army to attack again." ”

"I see. ”

The big boss nodded, and said to the thieves: "Why are you stunned, didn't you hear what the official master said? We are all 'poisoned', why don't you go and release the signal?"

"Yes, boss!"

The bandits smirked.

Back Mountain.

Han Sanbao blasted out with a punch, the fist was magnificent, and the air in front of him was shattered like glass.

Kiss!

It was the magic sound barrier played by Yue Jingtian.

Han Sanbao smashed it with one punch, swept away the restraints around his body, and felt refreshed when he landed, and suddenly another punch bombarded out.

"Wang Ba Fist!"

Yue Jingtian was surprised.

Yuelou Pipa is the housekeeping skill of Yueloumen, and he has made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and he has entered the second place on the yellow list.

During this period, countless masters were defeated under his jade pipa, either died tragically, or were ruined like the wind, and since then they have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes and have not asked about the world.

Of course, there are also times when there are setbacks, those great masters who break his pipa magic sound are either so strong that they are not affected by the magic sound, or they feel invincible, and the strong man breaks his wrist and pierces his ears, so as to get rid of the interference of the magic sound.

But he had never met a person like him, who smashed the magic sound barrier with one punch.

What a strange force that is!

This...... Is it Xiuzhen?

"Hmph, it's really a good means. ”

Yue Jingtian snorted coldly, drifted back, and at the same time his five fingers were flying, and he played a song 'Ambush on all sides.' ’

He has been firmly in second place on the yellow list, and the throne under him is made of the dry bones of countless masters, his heart is as strong as iron, he is shocked but not confused, and he changes his strategy at the right time, no longer trying to destroy the opponent's mind with magic sounds, but changing to a more offensive tune.

This ambush on ten sides, not the other ten sides ambush.

It is a song he created himself, named "Merry Killer", if there is no internal force to urge, it sounds pleasing to the ear, elegant and vulgar, like a handsome son, shuttling through flowers without getting a piece of dust.

But once it is prompted by internal forces, he is immediately a ruthless killer, and every syllable is a killer, ambushed in all directions and on all sides.

The beauty of "Merry Killer" is that it is not limited by the number of strings, and can be played with five strings, four strings, and even one string.

This is his trick to press the bottom of the box, and he has been in danger countless times, all of which turned the tide with "Merry Killer".

He believed that the cultivator in front of him would also be defeated under "Merry Killer" and die of hatred.

"What the hell!"

As soon as the tune changed, Han Sanbao couldn't help but scold.

The tinkling of the ears is like a clear spring dripping, like the water of a small river, which is extremely pleasant and calm, but its danger is far better than the previous magic sound barrier.

Each syllable, which started as a beautiful note, turned into a sharp sword in an instant, stabbing at it with a bang, and it was impossible to prevent it.

In all directions, wherever the sound of the pipa could be heard, a mouthful of swords suddenly pierced out, or in groups of three or five, or densely, covering the sky.

Xiao Bawang's heart was beating wildly, and his true yuan was raised to the extreme, his fist speed was like the wind, his body was like lightning, or counterattacking or dodging, and in an instant, he was already sweating like rain.

Burst!

Finally, there was no way to avoid it, and a breath of energy slid leisurely, and a bloody cut was cut out of his arm.

"It's ......"

Feng Wuya's face turned pale, and his brows were deeply furrowed.

He could see that Yue Jingtian's song was extremely powerful, and it was definitely beyond his control.

He fought Yue Jingtian twice, but he had never seen him perform such a treacherous and unpredictable music killing move.

In other words, he did not do his best in the face of his boundless sword.

The wind is endless, and the heart is like ashes.

Burst!

Burst!

In a popping sound, Han Sanbao's whole body shot up and down with pieces of blood mist, and his whole body was covered with blood in an instant.

Fortunately, he cultivated in the early stage of Peiyuan, and his body was constantly tempered by Zhenyuan, and his tenacity far exceeded that of ordinary people, although there were many wounds, they were not deep.

But there are too many ants to bite and kill elephants, and if this continues, there will be no doubt that they will be defeated.

"Master, go on. ”

Qiu Yixuan snorted and threw the fairy urn to him.

She saw that Han Sanbao was covered in blood, as if she saw the endless tragic battle in the Xuan Realm again, and the scene of her uncle, uncle, and brothers dying tragically in front of her one by one, her heart was filled with grief and anger, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Han Sanbao originally used the immortal urn as a crutch and pestle, but she had her support before, and he didn't need the immortal urn, so he handed it over to her to hold it on his behalf.

At this time, when I saw her throw the fairy urn over, I was secretly grateful.

As soon as he caught it, all the true elements were poured into the immortal urn, and regardless of the dense and boundless sword qi waves around his body, he stabbed straight out with a sword, like a stormy wave.

A fierce momentum emerged.

Seeing this, Feng Wuyan's godless eyes burst into a cloud of essence.

Once upon a time, when he was young and frivolous, in order to enter the yellow list, he also fought countless times in this way regardless of life and death.

As he gets older, that edge is gradually worn out by the ruthless years.

Maybe it's because of this that he can't defeat Yue Jingtian, right?

"Die!"

Han Sanbao shouted, his speed increased to the extreme, and the black Suo Suo Di Immortal Urn pierced the air, like a streamer, and it came in an instant.

Yue Jingtian's expression sank, and he hurriedly raised the jade pipa to resist.

Burst!

Airplanes!!

The string was broken, and the pipa was destroyed, and Yue Jingtian's face was like ashes.