The villain of Kuai Chuan Jiao is paranoid and black-bellied

Chapter 327 [The Killer]

With a clear sound, the sharp scabbard slipped to the ground, the sound of the piano stopped completely, and the bead curtains under the corridor swayed and collided with the wind, making a clear and pleasant sound.

His bony hands were pressed on the strings, and the man looked over from a distance through the overlapping bead curtains, the bead curtains were shaking very gently, and he inadvertently glanced, "So the girl is not blind?"

That sentence seemed to be a question, but it was also a word of affirmation.

Jiang Zuilan held the sword lightly in her hand, and her flat tone was full of gloom, "Ask knowingly."

After saying that, he raised his sword and turned over, leaped across the atrium with his toes point by point, and leaped down the corridor with a light sword through the glazed bead curtain, the light of the sword and the glazed glass complement each other.

The sword blade cut iron like mud, blowing the hair and breaking the hair, and the beads on the bead curtain lightly touched the beads, and the beads fell on the wooden floor one by one, scattered in all directions, and occasionally a few slipped down the boat rail and fell into the water.

In an instant, people have crossed the bead curtain.

The person sitting at the piano table raised his hand slightly to touch the strings, and a simple and melodious piano sound jumped up, and the simple and ethereal sound of the piano swayed from his fingertips as he stroked the strings.

Hair-like slender silver threads swayed silently down the corridor, Jiang Zuilan stopped, turned her head slightly to avoid one, and turned several times to avoid the successive silver threads blowing behind her.

The blue silk white dress is fluttering, light and floating, the slender waist is lightly folded, and it lands silently, as light as a swallow, as if dancing to the sound of the piano.

If the thrilling and unusual confrontation falls into the eyes of others, they may think that the two are dancing alone and playing the piano to accompany the dance.

The silver thread is slender and sharp, with a bit of a biting cold light, layers of bead curtains are all cut off, all the paragraphs, the beads are pouring down like rain, falling on Jiang Zuilan's sword and making a crisp sound, the beads all over the ground are a little careless It will slip with one foot.

Yinsi crossed Jiang Zuilan and came back again. She swiped her sword and slashed at the silver thread. The seemingly slender silver thread remained motionless, forcing her to turn over and back into the courtyard.

Seeing that the blood-sealed throat was glowing sharply, the silver threads became denser and denser like a net, no matter how good her lightness kung fu was, she couldn't divide herself into several small strips and jump over.

This formation is extremely difficult and weird, she can't find a single flaw, the sound of the piano is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the silver thread is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the people in the corridor are sitting on Mount Tai.

A strong murderous intent flashed in Jiang Zuilan's eyes, luck reached the edge of the sword, and the sword flashed past like a stream of light, and the sword shadows pierced the air with the piercing sword energy, the sword light flashed across the court, and the sound of the sword There were bursts of tinnitus.

Where the sword qi touches, the roots of the silver threads break off, and the sound of the zither vibrates like pearls and jade on a plate, and the successive silver threads follow the sound of the zither, avoiding the sword qi one by one, as if they had eyes, and swayed around. The whole water-decorated painting boat swayed endlessly.

The sound of the piano resounded, and the net moved quickly from four directions. There was a bird song next to her ears, and the net shrank smaller. Second.

A blue bird strayed in, and the mesh gathered in the blink of an eye. The bird song stopped abruptly, and only a few pieces of green feathers fell melodiously in the air. The bright red blood fell like a plum blossom, and it was like a meat grinder.

The silver thread was hit with one blow, but there was no blood on the thread, Jiang Zuilan's skirt fluttered and fell lightly, the sound of the piano eased, the silver thread slowly dispersed, and Jiang Zuilan was trapped in the net.

The last piano sound fell, and the song ended.

People outside the painting boat heard this song and only felt that it circled the beam for three days, the lingering sound was endless, and they couldn't feel the danger in it at all.

The person sitting at the piano table stood up and walked, bypassing the bead curtain that had long since disappeared, and came slowly.

(End of this chapter)