Jiang Shaoyun was waiting.

In the tsunami-like slaughter, Yiqin's persistence was extremely fragile. Everyone's lives are sustained by these seven strings. It seemed that at any moment, the sound of the piano would be cut off by a strong flip between the fingers.

But as long as the sound of the piano is not broken, any action of the white-clothed holy envoy is just self-defeating.

Isn't Chu Tao hurting himself?

It's just that gradually, Jiang Shaoyun seems to have lost the patience to wait. "Why?" he waved his hand, and all attacks stopped.

But Chu Tao's piano sound did not stop, and he did not give Jiang Shaoyun more response.

Jiang Shaoyun heard a movement outside the courtyard wall. It was the sound of the swordsmen of the Feather Sword Sect regrouping. Jiang Shaoyun looked at the light of the torches rushing to the sky on the street, surprised and surprised. There is no commander, no one to give orders, but they can line up in the dark, advance and retreat in a very orderly manner, and attack from the front and back in unison.

Aren't they already gone? Jiang Shaoyun was surprised. And it was Chu Tao who gave the order, and got Qin Dashao's permission to let them leave! Chu Tao was shaking his head leisurely and smiling bitterly.

Xie Junhe will not let these people go away, the purple jade order is on him, and Chu Tao can't control what he likes. This kid smelled an abnormal smell, how dare he let Chu Tao be here alone? So the swordsmen walked around the road and came back. The forces outside the walls are weak, but at least they are a restriction.

"Liu Siren, this old guy!" Jiang Shaoyun recognized this old opponent, in Chu Yuan's era, a Shura knife boasted of himself, vowing to kill all the unrighteous people in the world, after Chu Yuan died, he suddenly changed his name, changed his temperament, carried a green sac with him, hung a pot to help the world, and no one saw him kill again. At this moment, the Shura knife actually saw the light of day again, and there was a wave of blood.

The white-clothed holy envoy who was caught off guard was attacked by the enemy on his back and complained for a while.

"Good boy, no wonder Konoha is dead and not blind. Jiang Shaoyun muttered to himself hatefully. He figured out why the attacks of these swordsmen were so orderly: the orders and prohibitions were actually in this piano sound. Because at this moment, the only person who can command them is Chu Tao, and the only person who can give orders and deliver the news is the qin sound in his hand.

But how exactly did this happen? Jiang Shaoyun was puzzled.

Guess, Chu Tao, a quiet idler on the surface, has only been pondering these seven strings and this piece for half a year! So God also favored him, and finally let him discover the mystery in it. Jiang Shaoyun regretted a little that he didn't get rid of Chu Tao immediately in the Beacon Fire Ridge, and he still had such a heart at that time, hoping to drag Chu Tao into his camp one day. But at this moment, he understood that Chu Tao was desperate to fight against him.

"So...... I had to die and the net was broken. Jiang Shaoyun raised his hand slightly, and the white-clothed holy envoys re-set up an offensive posture. He leisurely looked at the quiet Chu Tao: "Such a perfect tune, after tonight, I won't hear it again, it's a pity......" Changhe chanted, a song that captured the soul, he really saw it tonight. If it exists, it will always be a terrible threat. Since you can't really get it, you can only make it disappear forever.

Jiang Shaoyun raised his hand, and silver light burst out from the bamboo cane, and the hulala grass and trees danced wildly in the strong wind.

The qi of the strings collided violently with the qi of the sword. Everyone was on the verge of collapse.

But there was a thunderous bang, and under the poignant sound, the strings had been broken in Chu Tao's hands. On his dark face, a stubborn smile bloomed, and in an instant, crimson blood splattered several feet from his mouth. In the breeze, as soon as the white figure softened, it fell to the sky.

Like a white eagle folding its wings, it withers tragically.

The sound of the piano was overwhelming, and it seemed that the whole world was gray for a moment.

Suddenly it came to a standstill, and all the attacks, all the noise, were buried in the crumbling gray fog.

If he saw the falling flowers withering, Jiang Shaoyun's white eyebrows finally wrinkled slightly......