The old monster Night Spirit's eyes had returned to normal, but blood was spilling from the corners of her mouth, her towering chest was undulating, and the dagger between her hands was still being held tightly by her.

The flame long knife in Zhu Rong's hand was clenched, but the flame had already been extinguished on the long knife, and he coughed from time to time, his face was pale.

Tian Wu was still standing in front of Houtu, not taking a step back, but his hands were dripping with blood, and the tiger's mouth was cracked as if the hilt of the sword had been smelted together, which looked a little terrifying.

Qiang Liang looked around, he glanced at Ye Ling with an expressionless face, looked at Zhu Rong with a calm face, looked at Tianwu and Houtu, and his eyes flowed, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his extremely deep eyes.

It's just that no one noticed, because everyone put their hearts on his hands, and at this moment, the white hands were like the call of death, although he knew that Qiang Liang was very powerful, but he never imagined that he would be so powerful and ruthless. lest that pair of hands pluck the strings again, even if one of the strings has broken.

The hands just stagnated slightly, and then quickly stirred up again, even if there was a missing string, it could no longer make such a sound of drums, but it was still terrifying, the sharp sound of the piano seemed to have changed at this moment, it was no longer the sound of drums, but it revealed a sense of slaughter and fierceness, it was the way of the sword!

How is it possible that the guqin actually contains hammer power and sword path, and it is still so powerful?

You must know that monks have a unique weapon of their own, this weapon is varied, it may be a knife, it may be a sword, it may also be a spear, but without exception is that anyone who cultivates to a certain realm, will always comprehend his own way, at this time there will be sword intent, sword intent, gun intent, and so on, but almost no matter how talented a monk has not been penanced for several years, he is not able to comprehend his weapon preferences, but at the moment, this strong Liang first used the sword intent, and then there was the hammer intent, and then there was the sword intent, how could it not be surprising, and such a terrible power of every kind"Yi" cannot be cultivated without decades of penance, after all, this is the "Yi" that traumatizes the strong people who have a small world.

Although surprised, although puzzled, but the facts are the facts, and the eyes never deceive people. At least that's everyone's perception.

The sonic sword qi fell with a bang, unstoppable.

Zhu Rong's hand holding the flame long knife began to tremble, it was not that he couldn't resist such an attack, but he was also shocked by the current scene, he really couldn't imagine that Qiang Liang, who was silent and cold on weekdays, would be so powerful, the long knife in his hand was still waving without flames, he was blocking, the long knife trembled non-stop, and the buzzing continued.

Zhu Rong was forced to retreat again, and those dense sword qi like raindrops still followed him. Sound waves were everywhere, and Zhu Rong gradually retreated, never imagining that this cold-faced and hot-hearted junior disciple would seem to be a completely different person.

Strange, cold, and unforgiving.

Zhu Rong kept retreating, coughing non-stop, and he didn't know how many stones he had broken.

The sword intent is drumming, the sword qi is raging, the sound of the piano is in harmony, and there are bursts of thunder, which resounded throughout the lake world.

There were flying gravel everywhere, the lake water was splashing all over the sky, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and only Zhu Rong's coughing sound could be faintly heard.

In the end, a monster appeared behind Zhu Rong, stepping on the red dragon, and the beast body and human face spewed flames, which was able to block the sword qi pouring from these sound waves.

At this time, Zhu Rong was already in the lake outside his body, and the warm lake water submerged most of his body, and the huge monster phantom roared in the sky, as if angry and puzzled.

Zhu Rong looked at Qiang Liang, who had an indifferent face, and shouted, "Are you crazy?"

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Qiang Liang didn't answer, just turned his head and put his hands on the strings again, he didn't need a weapon, because the guqin in his hand was the best weapon, and all the eighteen weapons could be unleashed by him.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, he stroked the guqin, and the sound of clanging started again.

Knife intent, sword intent, gun intent,.........

The edge of the empty lake was filled with the sound of gasping cold air, although there had been some speculation before, but now I really saw with my own eyes the "intention" of the eighteen weapons, this is simply a myth!

Because one of the strings broke, the hammer intent was not used, strictly speaking, the "intent" of the seventeen weapons, but it didn't make any difference at the moment.

Whether it was seventeen or eighteen, it was not something they could easily resist, Qiang Liang set his eyes on the back soil behind Tianwu, and the fierce killing intent was very obvious.

Houtu's breath was stagnant by this strange killing intent, she finally understood, looking at those cold and indifferent eyes, she finally understood, that person was going to kill her!

What else can I say, being killed by someone she loves deeply, Houtu thinks it's ironic enough, but she still stands up, wipes away her tears, and stands up.

But she still didn't raise her sword, just quietly looked at the strange eyes, where she couldn't see any mood fluctuations, and naturally couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Step by step, Qiang Liang walked towards this side, his steps steady and cold, and he walked towards the master of those foolish eyes, murderous.

A few steps away, he suddenly stopped his steps, but the cold murderous aura did not decrease, but became even colder, like substance, and sure enough, the next moment, the sound of the piano started again.

An indescribable coldness bloomed from this moment above Ziqiangliang himself and his guqin, and there was a loud bang, as if far away, as if it was in the abyss of thousands of miles, or the last thunder in autumn.

This is another hammer!

He unleashed the most powerful hammer intent again!

In just a moment, his face turned pale, and blood was oozing from his white fingers as his white sleeves waved. Anyone can see that this is another time he is exerting all his strength, as if he wants to tell everyone that he is going to kill, kill Zhu Rong, kill Houtu, and kill everyone present.

The white clothes were floating, and Tianwu was in front of the back soil, full of incredulity, and said in shock: "You are crazy!"

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Ten thousand swords fell, and it was thunder.

Ten thousand swords and dragons are thunder.

Countless thunders resounded throughout this world, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the thunder is the hammer, the hammer of thunder, but this hammer is not angry, but cold, ruthless, indifferent, and cold.

This thunder is merciless, this hammer is cold, and it wants to crush all emotional fetters.

Everyone knows who Qiang Liang has the best relationship with, Zhu Rong and Hou Tu, because they are a combination, and because Senior Brother Zhu Rong always carries a brother's care, he is more like a brother.

And then Tu, the entire Tianji Pavilion knew that she liked him, and in the eyes of everyone, they were a match made in heaven.

However, now he wants to crush all this with the piano in his hand, isn't it crazy, what is it?

So Zhu Rong shouted out in shock, and Tianwu also exclaimed.

Boom! The wind was spitting, the thunder was howling, and the breath was crushing, and the entire lake, centered on Qiangliang, suddenly collapsed, revealing a deep pit.

Broken rocks and splashes of water were everywhere, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and then they were knocked down by the lake.

This loud hammer intent affected not only Houtu, but also Qiangliang, Zhurong, and Yeling.

In the middle of the night, the smoke and dust cleared, and the night spirit knelt on the ground, coughing blood from his mouth. Zhu Rong coughed and held the flame knife with his hands trembling, Tianwu stood in front of Hou Tu, his face was pale, and there was a bewitching flower blooming on his chest, which was blood.

This was a blow he blocked for Houtu, but when he saw Houtu still looking at Qiang Liang with an anxious and bitter expression, he could only sigh deeply in his heart.

And that person is still the same, calm and indifferent, is he still the strong and good of the past?

Looking at this familiar and strange person, everyone couldn't help but think so.

At this moment, before the smoke and dust had completely dispersed, the lake had not yet completely calmed down, and the light had not yet completely illuminated every dark corner, two people walked together from the farthest darkness.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The applauding voice seemed to be very satisfied with all this on the scene, but he said: "Didn't I tell you before, don't do things absolutely, we have lived together for hundreds of years." ”

As he spoke, his eyes showed that he was very satisfied at the moment.

Who is he? Could it be that he is the one in the shadows?

Finally, when the smoke and dust completely cleared, the people opened their eyes wide and looked at those two people, they were the ones who made the Kuafu people disappear, and they were the ones who made Qiang Liang become so ruthless, they were the ones who made Qiang Liang so ruthless.

"Gonggong, it's you guys who harvest?!"

Zhu Rong's exclamation sounded on the lakeside.