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Pei Ruhai bowed his head to stroke the piano, his eyes were not open, his long beard was elegant, his left ring finger was half supported, his right index finger was lightly supported, the five strings trembled slightly, and the sound of the piano seemed to be absent, as if the mountains were flowing water, listening to the pine wind.

The five strings belong to the water as the feather, and the feather sword is clear like a wave, converging in the cold pool from all directions, and the water of the cold pool rises in an instant, forming a hundred-foot high screen, blocking Li Siyuan's strong palm power.

The palm wind enters the water and is silent, but when I see the water wall covering the sky and the sun, a pair of palm marks from shallow to deep, gradually drawing clear five fingers on both sides, faintly with a tendency to expand. The wall of water is clear and transparent, with sparkling ripples, as if it is about to burst, but it is so indestructible.

Li Siyuan could see the twisted terrace and the broken armor everywhere through the water curtain that covered the sky, and the white-bearded old man on the terrace still closed his eyes and stroked the qin, not taking himself seriously.

Due to his thin figure, Pei Ruhai's green coat looked slightly loose, accompanied by a gentle breeze, drumming and elegant, at first glance, it looked like a fairy wind bone.

Li Siyuan's anger increased in his heart, and he added three points of strength in his palm, and couldn't help but secretly say: "This old man is really powerful, it is beyond my imagination, and it is really terrifying." He didn't move half a minute, he only moved his fingers, but he had already waved his sword intent like a sword, if the old man didn't use all his strength, I was afraid that he would suffer. ”

Thinking of this, the lack of robe was immediately puffed up by the heat wave, and the palm marks touched the continuous strong internal force in Tingyu Xuan, and suddenly protruded from the water curtain and shot straight towards Pei Ruhai.

Due to the containment of the water wall, the palm marks traveled with great difficulty, and they wilted after a short time, leaving two empty hand prints and the water wall in a stalemate.

At this scorching moment, the palace sword stabbed straight in, and with a loud sound like a bell, the hundred-zhang high wall immediately collapsed, and the palm prints were torn apart, with splashes of water, as if heavy rain was pouring down, and the sobs were pouring down.

Before everyone could get up, they were shocked and scattered, the swords and crossbows in their hands were broken and bent, and none of them were well dressed, and their faces were full of horror, thinking that they had never seen such a big battle in their lives.

The water curtain that covers the sky is cracked into 10,000 beads, and the feminine water splashes in all directions like a hidden weapon, and unconsciously has pierced through all the four walls, and the sunlight leaks in from outside the garden, and the little spots of light converge like the sea. Some of them fell on the crow army, and they all passed through their bodies, only hearing the wailing fragments, and the blood flowed like a river in an instant.

An Chongzhi was shocked, and saw that the water beads on his head were covered with a curtain, and he was so dazed that he was splashing wantonly, and if he hesitated, he would be shot into a meat sieve. He shouted, got up to protect Shi Jingjiao, then took out the Five Tiger Soul Breaking Spear from behind him, and scolded the sky: "No matter what bullshit you are, what Yaoqin Nine Swords, Lao Tzu is afraid that you are a grandson!"

He is burly, with a dark iron face, a wide forehead and a wide mouth that looks vulgar, and the sword eyebrows and nose are full of fortitude, even through the heavy armor, you can faintly see the rugged muscles, if it is not for such a majestic body, how can you control a spear of three feet and two inches.

But see this gun tiger head chiseled gold, is made of stainless steel forging, the golden light shines so murderous, the spear edge is multi-edged, point to death, the body of the gun is carved with floral ornaments, weighing more than 100 catties, so sweep to death. According to legend, the Five Tigers Soul Breaker Gun is the ancestral heirloom of Luo Cheng, the Duke of Yueguo, and I don't know how many brave generals have been picked down, and I don't know how many heroes have been hung with blood.

An Chongzhi clenched the tail of the spear, waved his arm, and the beast head incense burner in front of the stairs rose in response, spinning rapidly in the air, firmly blocking in front of him.

This furnace is more than one person high, it is cast in bronze, and it is three-legged below, and it is engraved with a fierce spitting mist, which is brought up by this provocation force and stays in the air. Faintly visible in the furnace high incense extinguished, only to hear the "poof" several sounds, the pool water hole through the copper furnace, suddenly the incense ash scattered, rushing to the face.

An Chongzhi waved his hands again and again, dispersed the ashes, and then saw that the furnace body was already full of holes, and it was actually smashed in his direction.

The Five Tiger Soul Breaking Spear immediately crossed his chest, resisting the downward trend of the copper furnace, An Chongyu didn't expect the counter-action of the pool water to be so huge, he only felt like a mountain, the body of the gun had been bent and bent, and he pushed his arms and bounced off suddenly, and immediately felt the violent vibration from the body of the gun, which made the tiger's mouth hurt.

An Chongzhu retreated again and again, and finally stopped, watching the copper furnace swirl in the air for several weeks, and suddenly scattered in all directions, scattered at his feet.

Shi Jingjiao hurt his heart, he couldn't move for a while, for the first time in his life, he felt the weight of water droplets, the bursts of dust around him were charming, and his ears were full of the sound of broken stones.

He adjusted his breath, and when he looked at it again, the surface of the stone base was full of deep pits of different sizes, densely packed with fear, if all the water in the pond fell on him, where would there be a whole corpse at all, and he thought that it had already been shattered into powder. Fortunately, An Chongzhi helped to pick up a life, although he was grateful, but he remembered Li Siyuan in his heart, so he shouted: "Don't care about me, ...... Go and protect the Steward!"

Listen to the low curl of the veil in Yuxuan, like thousands of clouds chasing the moon, ethereal like a dream, and like dancing sleeves, graceful and picturesque. My Fair Lady got off the vermilion lacquer square platform and hid beside the marble pillar, hiding her face with a barrier fan, on which all kinds of bird feathers were fluffy and rich, swaying from side to side with her breath.

This woman's name is Shen Mengliang, Li Siyuan likes to call her Shen Beauty, she is usually wearing heavy makeup, she can't see her age, and at this time she covers her face with a fan, hiding the fear from the bottom of her heart.

Her eyes fluttered, and suddenly saw that the table under the stairs trembled, and the wine and food on the table shook and jingled, and the wine was also spilled on the ground, it turned out that Sang Weihan's face was pale, and he was squatting under several cases with his head in his hands, trembling all over, Shen Mengli mocked: "What are you afraid of as a big man? The chief manager has not yet exerted all his strength, otherwise where will it be the turn of the mountain village to spread wild here?"

Although Li Siyuan's palm was fierce, it was dissolved by Qin Demon's understatement, but he accidentally injured his own people, his face was extremely ugly, but when he heard Shen Meiren's words, his face softened slightly, and when he looked down, he saw Sang Weihan curled up under the table, his face was frightened, and he said angrily: "What a waste, it is really a good subordinate trained by Shi Jingjiao, so cowardly, how can he lead the troops?

The white stone outside the Xuan is the railing, surrounding the outer edge of the cold pool, and the stone bridge beast is spitting on its face, which should be a luxurious scene, but it is washed by blood and water, and the smell of fish is permeated.

There were the remains of battle armor floating in the pond, and the road was full of bent and broken swords, Li Siyuan stood in the middle, lacking a robe and dancing wildly in the wind, Huang Long seemed to be alive, and the dragon's eyes glared at the terrace.

He stretched out his five fingers, and the Chixiao Sword detached from Shi Jingjiao's hand, and instantly held it in the palm of his hand, Li Siyuan stroked the sword surface with two fingers, feeling the faint heat flow from the sword body.

This sword is the sword used by Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, the sword is three feet long, the sword grid is decorated with colorful beads, Jiuhua jade, the sword body is red, engraved with a totem of a strange beast, Li Siyuan smiled: "The old man will use this sword to meet your qin music for a while, I am afraid that after today, Lu Qi will be extinct in the rivers and lakes!"

He laughed and brandished the Chixiao Sword, rose up, his body was as high as the sun, and he raised his sword above the top, slashing straight at the pale head of the Qin Demon Pei Ruhai.