Shen Yanfei also joined in, and Tie Chenjue released a mad demon-like power, adding fuel to the fire, and saw the white curtain and gauze curtain dancing wildly in the wind, and the figure behind the curtain loomed.

The man was waving the strings intently, his sleeves blowing in the wind, as if the sky was falling and he had nothing to do with it.

The chaos retreated, and the sound of the piano still continued undisturbedly, slowly, calmly, with a wisp of fairy energy. At this point in the fierce battle, some people are clearly puzzled, this murderous aura has long been beyond ordinary manpower.

Shen Yanfei gritted his teeth with hatred: "Those who win the world are not only surnamed Chu. ”

Wang Hong stepped forward and confronted him directly: "Chu Tao is not the only hero of the Black Stone Cliff. At this moment, with the slow sound of the piano, on the high platform of the hill, the sword light broke through the air in all directions, enveloping the white-clothed holy envoy who was forced to surround him.

"Sword formation?" Jiang Shaoyun smiled, "In the end, it's Chu Tao, who keeps his hands behind in everything." ”

Shen Yanfei said incredulously: "Obviously, there is no one here. ”

"But I don't know the secret way. Liu Siren's voice was majestic, and the torches were like lightning, reflecting a solemn face. The swordsmen's robes were stained with blood, but it didn't matter, sixty-four swords, one by one, were neatly arranged.

The sound of the piano was suddenly severe and urgent. "Get up"! Shura Dao gave an order, the sword array suddenly shook like a wing, and it fell to the ground together, sweeping and invincible, the long swords resisted, and the scattered sword light was completely invincible, and the pace of the white-clothed holy envoy array was completely chaotic, although some people fought hard, they couldn't resist the attack of another wing from other places.

As soon as Jiang Shen and the others got out of the entanglement, they heard that the sound of the piano was as soft as water, and a new command came: "Together!" The two wings quickly outflanked them, wrapped everything up, and connected it into a changing Yin and Yang Taiji Array, like a huge grinding disc, the sword light was staggered before and after, positive and negative, and the people crowded in it could not escape the crushing of the sword group no matter what, and in the sound of killing, blood flowed like a river.

Shen Yanfei's face was pale, the cold light of the silver leaf spear flickered, and powerful energy suddenly burst out from his body, rushing towards the formation. Iron Dust!

At this moment, the sound of the piano slammed. "Scatter!"

The sword array spread out in all directions, like the five-petaled plum blossoms, sweeping away the fugitives scattered around. And the energy of the Iron Dust Jue is just a stirring up a piece of flying sand and rocks.

Shen Yanfei was almost stunned. Jiang Shaoyun snorted and said unconvinced: "It's quite a true biography of the old man Juyin." However, the ancestors of the Chu family all died under the pear blossom sword!Chu Tao, do you want to follow the ancients?"

The sound of the piano once again changed from slow to urgent, this time, as if thousands of troops were galloping and sweeping, and like a thousand feet of waves in a long river, rumbling. It was the critical moment of life and death, and the Shura knife ordered: "Gather!" The five-petal plum blossoms suddenly gathered, turned into gossip, and contracted tightly.

Shen Yanfei shouted angrily, and the tip of the gun flew to kill, at this moment, Wang Hong took the rangers to entangle him with the three layers inside and three layers outside, and Ren Tiechenjue shook out a great amount of energy, and rushed towards him one after another, suppressing his edge. Even if it is the end, he still carries a sword and wants to fight to the death. For a moment, he was completely exhausted.

The pear blossom sword rose again, and with a move "Starfire Crash", it smashed into the opposite sword formation, sweeping straight across all the edges. "Stop!" Liu Siren took the two wings of the sword array together, forming a copper wall and an iron wall, trying his best to block, but the pear flower sword seemed to penetrate the spear of the shield, arrogantly moving forward, and in an instant, the sword array was hit hard, and the swordsmen were suddenly knocked down by the huge sword qi. Liu Siren couldn't avoid it, and he also fell down.

But at the moment when the blade of the Pear Flower Sword was about to open the curtain, the sound of the piano suddenly became stronger, and it suddenly gathered into a shock and faced the Pear Flower Sword.

Even more terrifying than the sword array is the murderous aura that is already hidden in the Long River Yinqu. It seems that everything fell apart in this blow.

The sound of the piano suddenly fell, and a bright red splashed on the white curtain, and then in the frenzied wind, eight white flags fell one by one, leaving only the white gauze curtain to fly mournfully. All around was a dead silence after the earthquake. There is no pear flower sword, no iron dust trick, and of course, no long river chant.

Wang Hong's mind was buzzing, and he slowly got up. He saw that Shen Yanfei was also struggling to get up with the spear in his hand, and beside him, there was a small man, this child, covered in dust, but still holding the sword tightly. He also saw that Jiang Shaoyun under the high platform, his eyes were red and white and his hair was scattered like a devil, his face was also as gray as a devil, and the roots of his teeth were ringing, as if he was going to suck human blood, but his steps were faltering - only half a step away from being able to open the curtain, but it seemed that this half step would not be able to cross even if he exhausted his life's strength.

As soon as he couldn't breathe, some blood foam overflowed from the corners of Jiang Shaoyun's mouth, and the more restrained he was, the more the blood foam splashed out uncontrollably, sprinkling on the snow-white placket. He held the bamboo cane tightly, propping up his chest, as if to press down the violently surging breath, which made his white brows twist into curls even more painfully.

There was a dead air around, and there were few survivors. Jiang Shaoyun seemed to be unwilling, and raised the bamboo sword again.

Wang Hong saw that it was wrong, and threw the long sword in his hand fiercely, stabbing straight at the back of the demon shadow. Jiang Shaoyun flickered, and was slashed by the sword blade to the weakest part of his waist and abdomen. Bright red blood spilled out in an instant, splattering all over the white robe. It turned out that it was nothing more than a flesh and blood body.

Wang Hong stretched his eyebrows and laughed loudly, it had been a long time since he had such a smooth breath.

This is not a dream. After all, the demon shadow saw blood in the sword light.

This also means that Jiang Shaoyun's skills must have been lost by half - he has already suffered heavy losses, at least for a short time, he will not be able to do evil again.

"Be careful!" a ranger pressed him to his feet, only to feel the spear whistling past his face, followed by a chill that ran through half of his face. Numbness, from the face to the entire arm. Out of breath. The blood dripping unceasingly on the ground should be his. A hulking body pressed against him, his head resting on his arm, no longer breathing. A slimy stream of heat spread beneath him. He rolled over and pushed the body away, only to see that the man had been pierced by the spear.

His eyes were dizzy, he was panting, and he couldn't get up again. Although it's not over yet. The Shura knife in front of him was swinging rapidly, dyed red by blood, and the sharp swords were one after another, and they were all grandiose. Shen Yanfei held the spear, picked up the heavily injured Jiang Shaoyun on his back, and retreated all the way. There were other white shadows, fluttering and flickering, blocking the pursuit.

He seemed to remember something.

Chu Tao!

Yes, why did the sound of the piano stop there?

He stumbled all the way to the high platform, his heartstrings tense.

The eight-sided white flags had long since fallen in all directions, and the white gauze curtains were rolled up high by the strong wind, and they were raised, with the lament of the spirits. A piano sat unsitting, but it was stained with blood, spreading everywhere from the strings to the board. The man had fallen to the ground, white clothes, white eyebrows, white hair, white beard like frost, soaked in a pool of bright red blood, and the man's body had been pierced by a huge hole of blood. The hot blood rushed rapidly, flowing all over the high platform, dripping down the steps and moistening into the soil. The blood didn't have time to clot, and the warmth of the body passed quickly.

There was no pulse, no breathing. There was no power left to keep him alive.

Wang Hong only felt a pain like a heartstring breaking, and fell to his knees.

There is still no shadow of Chu Tao.

But this person clearly shouldn't be here.

He should have thought that Chu Tao took Feng Ruohan as his teacher, so when Chu Tao was not there, only Feng Ruohan could bring the Changhe Yinqu to the peak of the realm. But hadn't he already wandered away? Could it be that he had known this for a long time, so he never left?

Liu Siren appeared behind Wang Hong with a bleeding knife, staring at his old friend. It seems that he sighed unexpectedly: "The head of the three heroes of Zhuyuan is worthy of his name." It's just that at this point, of the three brothers, I am the only one left alive......" The sad afterglow is infinite. His always sparse eyebrows condensed with indescribable melancholy.

"Do you know it's him?" Wang Hong was shocked.

"There must be a teacher, there must be a disciple, the same stubbornness, the same heart...... There are some things that I have never dared to say: Lao Feng has long known that the Changhe Yinqu is extraordinary, and he always sighs that this may be the fate of the head of the Feather Sword Sect, and he does not dare to teach deeply. It's just a matter of fate, and there is a providence in the dark. Ever since the young master understood the music, he had been worried all night and had trouble sleeping. Now that the young master's injury has reached such a point, as soon as the chant of the long river sounds, he will definitely die. Since Lao Feng is familiar with this song, how can he tolerate him bent on begging for death?" He leaned over indifferently, flattened his body for Feng Ruohan, wiped the blood stains on his face, and tidied up his remains.

Wang Hong didn't intervene, and the decades of brotherhood suddenly became a secret of life and death, and I am afraid that only Liu Siren can understand the taste. More and more swordsmen gathered around and stood around the high platform.

A clean white cloth covered his windy face: "Let him go quietly...... He was born to only like tranquility, and hated the sound of soldiers in the world the most...... "There are no tears, and there is no mourning." Spontaneously, everyone quietly walked in front of them, clasped their fists in respect, and then left.

Wang Hong only felt tired and collapsed, so he had to sit on the edge of the high platform and look at Siye from afar.

In the dead air everywhere, the living only have the strength to sit on the ground. No one pursued again, for there were no more orders, and there was no telling what was hidden behind the night. The blood has been exhausted, and if the white-clothed holy envoy comes again, they will no longer be able to resist.

"Uncle Wang!" the scholar brought Mo'er closer and sat beside him. After this night, I am afraid that I will never forget it.

The scholar handed over a white handkerchief. Wang Hong then remembered the burning pain on his face, thanked him, and took the handkerchief, but found that Mo'er's arm had scraped a scar and had not been treated, so he used the handkerchief to bandage him.

The scholar said, "If they come again, do they have any other plans?"

Wang Hong didn't dare to answer easily, just looked up at the still dark sky, but there was only darkness in the sky, and there would be no answer.

"Heavenly Bless Feather Sword Sect......" he let out a long breath, as if he wanted to spit out all his worries.

But before he had time to catch his breath, he saw a patch of white shadows breaking through the sky above the long river, and the dark night in the north suddenly became as bright as day. The docks are already in flames.

There is the cargo hold of the dart board, and although Shiyu has moved most of the cargo out in advance, and most of the ships have entered the dock not far away, there are always some boats who have not received the news scattered there. And then there's the town that worries - it's full of unarmed innocents, but the white-clad envoy never asks innocent questions.

He turned to Mo'er and said, "Let's gather quickly—the young master will definitely not want to see the lives under the Black Rock Cliff." ”

Yes, he had to lay down his life.