The sound tune is high.

Qin Xianyu's qi and blood in his body were getting faster and faster, his viscera was beating faster and faster, and even his mana was running faster.

If you were an ordinary person, your blood would have been running too fast and you would have died.

But the means of the son of Sanssouci Valley obviously do not stop there.

Flowers and trees are in full bloom in the sound of the piano, as if in spring, and like summer, and the vitality is almost blazing. And when it is blazing to the extreme, when it is at its peak, it is withering.

The flowers and trees withered, and then they were cut apart one by one with a sound as sharp as a sword, and then they were wiped out inch by inch.

"The music of Sanssouci Valley...... It's like a heavenly ......."

Mr. Wen's eyes were slightly condensed, although the voice was not aimed at him, but the aftersound was in his ears, which had made his heart awe-inspiring. He knew that if the carefree boy came at him, even if he played a song, even he would not be able to survive.

Unless you beat out the unkind son.

But the voice of Sanssouci Valley is actually one of their true bodies, melted into the fog, invisible and invisible. Even if he can really force the Wuren Gongzi to withdraw, he is not waiting to be killed, because this Wuren Gongzi is also a nine-turn earth immortal from Immortal Island, and his means are extraordinary.

Mr. Wen looked at Qin Xianyu and his heart was shocked.

Qin Xianyu, who was in the tune, did not feel much pain, and he did not look around for the location of the unkind son. He looked indifferent, holding the sword in one hand, the other from his shoulder back, and then holding it weakly.

Before, the sound of the piano hit the back, and a wound was cracked, dripping with blood, and it was finally stopped by mana, but the wound was still there, and the breath attached to it. Still destroying the flesh. Like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

But no one knows. This kind of tarsal maggot that no one wants to erase was saved by Qin Xian Yusheng, otherwise it would have been destroyed by the Dao Sword.

He kept the breath.

Now he pressed his hand behind his back, and as soon as he shook it, he held this wisp of breath.

This is a piano sound, and the sound is formless and substantial, but Qin Xianyu, as a nine-turn earth immortal, has an innate mixed ancestral qi that is almost complete. is extremely sensitive to breath, so from this voice, he caught the breath of the unkind son.

"Mr. Wen, you're the only one left. ”

Qin Xianyu looked at the immortal surnamed Wen, because he received a piano sound, although it was not fatal, but his face was pale.

"This unkind boy has been dead since the moment he hurt me. ”

As this faint voice sounded, Qin Xianyu put this wisp of breath on his hand. Entered into the token.

Siye seemed to have a cold taste to the bone.

"He hurt me, so he died......"

Mr. Wen held the jade Ruyi. chewing on this sentence carefully, I only felt cold to the bone.

......

There are 800 golden-winged eagles on the island, which fill the sky of this island, and sometimes they converge into golden light and swim in all directions.

Inside the island, there is a wooden table, on which there are many things, such as cinnabar runes, incense sticks, and candles.

In front of him is a scarecrow, and the craftsmanship is crude, even ugly. And on the scarecrow's chest, there is a blank piece of white paper.

Yuan Shoufeng weaved a rattan chair and lay on it, humming a tune leisurely, brisk and freehand.

The wild dragon was entrenched behind him, and somehow, there was always a lot of anger, maybe because of the previous incident with the Holy Pavilion Dragon King, or maybe because this old guy was so leisurely and at ease, he didn't seem to care about Qin Xianyu's life or death.

"Although the old man has become an immortal, compared to those characters of Jindan Dacheng, he is really low, shallow and slight. ”

Yuan Shoufeng said slowly: "Since you can't intervene, it's useless to be anxious, so why bother? It's a big deal that in the future, when the old man feathers and ascends, and achieves the immortal fetal Dao fruit, he will take revenge on him......."

Wild Dragon's eyes flashed, revealing a little disdain.

Yuan Shoufeng knew the wild dragon's disdain, but he didn't take it to heart.

However, at this moment, he suddenly let out a shock.

The wild dragon was startled, and he didn't know why.

And Yuan Shoufeng got up suddenly, the rattan chair was still shaking, but the others had already approached the wooden table, looking at the scarecrow in front of him.

The wild dragon was startled, and then looked ahead, and saw two words appear on the originally blank paper on the scarecrow's chest.

Unkind.

The wild dragon was surprised and confused.

At this time, I saw Yuan Shoufeng stretch out his hand and said, "Where are the bows and arrows?"

The wild dragon was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious, thinking to himself how Benlong had ever had a bow and arrow, and this old man was not embarrassed by Benlong? Besides, listening to his tone, it seemed that he had called Benlong as a handyman.

Just when it made a move, it saw Yuan Shoufeng flip it in his hand, and suddenly there was a pair of white horn bows, the color was white, as if it was made of white jade.

The bow is white horns, and the strings are dragon tendons.

There were seven more arrows on the table, and it was pitch black.

It is made of black ironwood.

The last time the arrow shot Qin Xianyu, it was still an ordinary bow and arrow.

And this pair of bows and arrows can be called among the immortal treasures.

"Arrows killing the Nine Turns Earth Immortal are really enjoyable. ”

Yuan Shoufeng took a deep breath and showed a few meaningful smiles.

He drew his bow and arrow, pointing at the scarecrow's chest.

As soon as the hand was loosened, the arrow left the string, like a pitch-black lightning.

I saw the arrow piercing deep into the scarecrow's chest.

One Arrow!

Yuan Shoufeng took the arrow from the table again and drew the bow again.

Two arrows!

......

There was a muffled hum in the void, and the sound of the piano was suddenly chaotic and incomplete.

And then another muffled grunt,

The white fog dissipated a lot.

Mr. Wen could sense that the Wuren Gongzi seemed to merge into the aura of the void in all directions, as if he was descending rapidly.

However, Qin Xianyu didn't pay any attention to it, he used three avatars to surround Mr. Wen, and he himself bullied him.

The unkind boy who was hidden in the void was ignored by him as if he was already dead.

Mr. Wen heard a few muffled hums coming from the void again, and the sound of the piano or flute had completely quieted down.

The pleasant and terrifying voices of Shicai continued one after another, and when they stopped at this moment, they were incredible, as if there was a dead silence.

There were only a few muffled snorts from the unkind son, and in the midst of this, it seemed very painful.

Mr. Wen counted it, and it was about seven.

After the seventh sound, the white mist dissipated, and a figure fell out of the void.

It was a white-clothed figure, out of the dust, with an elegant temperament, looking like a young man, and handsome facial features. But at this moment, he was clutching his chest, his pupils were constricted, and he was no longer alive.

In his body, the golden pill that had been warmed to the fullest had been shattered and gradually dissolved.

The golden pill, the incorruptible thing of Vajra, when this thing is broken, everything is destroyed.

The primordial fetus conceived in it failed to be preserved as the golden pill was shattered, and all turned into nothingness.

If it is preserved, it is a tire.

Qin Xianyu said: "This is the Book of Seven Arrows, the art of Fangshi. ”

Mr. Wen suddenly felt a chill.

Leaving yourself alone?

(To be continued.) )

PS: The author's background has been revised, and I'm not used to it, so I got the chapter number wrong...... I'm sorry......