Qin Shi said uneasily: "Then you ...... yourself"

Of course, Chu Tao himself has no antidote.

"And hurry to the backyard, there is no need to hesitate. Chu Tao tried to stabilize his voice and said, "But if you ask for a qin, Qin Dashao is willing to agree?"

Qin Shi didn't ask much, and hurriedly asked people to swing the piano.

Under the gaze of the swordsmen of the Qi family, Chu Tao's sleeves danced like the wind, forgetting the injury, forgetting the plot, and fading all the thoughts of right and wrong. The elegant smile, and the sound of Qingyue's piano spread out in the intoxicating atmosphere, the moon shadow behind him is hazy, the white fox fur bears the brilliance of the moon, outlining the lonely height of the world's independence, like a feather ascending immortal, people only feel sunk into a strange and beautiful fantasy.

The sound of the piano carries a transcendent power that calms the hearts of troubled people. Although, beyond the Wangjiang Platform, a mysterious white shadow has loomed over this courtyard.

The fireworks are still gorgeous, swaying in the sky, like poetry, like dancing.

Qin Shi hurried to the backyard amid the sound of the piano. There, it has long been glued into a sword and sword. Cheng Yunhe stood in the court, and the sound of the sword was like wind and lightning. On all sides, white shadows swept overhead, magically, flying. The silver light of the sword shattered the white shadows into pieces, filling the blood mist, but in an instant, a new shadow swallowed the sword light.

Cheng Yunhe was tired of parrying, and he attacked one after another, coming from all directions at any time. The red-clothed Qi Zijun was hiding under Cheng Yunhe's sword, and he was already so shocked that his face was pale. With a sudden sound, the Heavenly Questioning Sword swept through the air and swept around. Zijun is innocent, and no one can hurt her! Qin Shi swore that he held the knife with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

But suddenly, the calm sound of the piano in the front yard stirred up a thick and decisive murderous aura, and it climbed over the courtyard wall to Qin Shi's ears, like a knife soldier pressing in front of him.

The white-clothed envoy finally acted. The breath of blood, the brilliance of blood, in the blurred moonlight and the brilliant fireworks, paved into the background color of the night, the overturning of the strings, the collision of swords, combined into the symphony of the night.

Frightened faces fell in the cold light full of murderous intent, even though they had once dominated the world with their swords. However, at this moment, the poison of the purple ylan-ylang rui, accompanied by the strong smell of liquor, unarmed them all, or tied up, or turned into fish under the sword......

Chu Tao's strings shook, and suddenly there was a desperate crackling sound.

Blood splattered silk strings, and a thick black had flowed down the corners of his mouth.

However, in an instant, the vibrating breath of the strings churned up in his fingertips, hula and went towards the white shadow. Lines of blood burst out from the white robe that looked like whip marks. The white-clothed holy envoys were shocked by his presence, and instantly flew into the sky like locusts.

But listen to the sharp turn of the piano sound, stirring up a higher-pitched melody. The murderous aura swept like a storm in an instant. Before the cold light could get close, the white-clothed holy envoys had already howled and retreated, and the weapons in their hands seemed to be lured by the song. Between them and Chu Tao, it seemed that there was an impenetrable wall.

Chu Tao saw Jiang Shaoyun standing on the wall not far away, the moonlight reflected the white flying clothes, and the empty right sleeve tube was dancing with the wind, like a light and cold isolated from the world. The face that was becoming more and more vicissitudes in hatred was staring at Chu Tao at the moment, quiet and profound. He didn't mean to make a move, just seemed to enjoy the waves in the song.

Terrible indifference, the white shadow was shattered in front of his eyes, blood was swaying like rain in front of his eyes, but his face was full of the idleness of counting the flowers in front of the court.

Chu Tao heard him lazily prolong his tone: "The song of the long river is worthy of its name." ”