Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

"Quick! Let me out."

"I finally came out."

B, B, D, three prison areas.

One after another, freed prisoners rushed out of the prison.

"Damn it! Those brats guarding the prison, I have endured them for a long time!"

"......"

There was chaos in the prison area.

When they learned that there was still No. A prison area that had not been broken through, they rushed over in a swarm.

"Old Zhou, it seems that those prisoners have been released."

A disciple lowered his voice, his calf trembling uncontrollably.

"If all those prisoners get out, it will be very difficult for us to get out."

Old Zhou said in a deep voice: "Each cell has a special forbidden formation, and the higher the prisoner's cultivation level, the higher the level of the forbidden formation.

The prisoners released now are estimated to be not too high in cultivation.

Shushan's support must be on the way. "

Lao Zhou's consolation obviously didn't have any effect.

After a while, someone made a sound.

"Ping An, how long can you last?"

"Could it be... already dead?"

"Small people like us, no one should notice."

Some people have a fluke mentality.

Old Zhou gave him a cold look.

He really wanted to scold this person a few words, but he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

Why isn't he hiding here, being a shrinking turtle.

..........

Number A prison.

"Boy, I advise you to run away quickly.

You can kill the sixth grade with a knife, but a good tiger can't hold back a pack of wolves. "

Li Yanluo in the prison pricked up his ears, "Listening to the movement, I guess there are many prisoners rushing here."

Li Pingan did not speak, and sat on the ground without moving.

With full consciousness, he muttered.

"21, 23... 26..."

27 people in total.

"Brother, drink tea!"

Li Pingan picked up the tea with one hand and drank it down.

He reached out and took off the half of the chopsticks that tied his hair, leaving his long hair behind.

Then tie the hair into a small ball and tie it with a cloth band

Before, it was half-bundled and half-drapped hair, which was not suitable for fighting.

Now that my hair is tied up, I feel much more comfortable.

"Boy, don't say you changed your hair style, even if you change your hair, it won't work." Li Yanluo sneered.

At this moment, he was both excited and apprehensive.

He was imprisoned here for 230 years and 23 days.

Li Yanluo remembered it every day, even if he could leave here one day.

Originally, he had lost confidence in this idea.

I didn't expect it to become a reality one day.

"Boy, run away!!"

Li Yanluo persuaded again.

Li Pingan clenched the knife tightly, his legs tensed.

The center of gravity sinks, the tip of the knife faces the ground, and the handle of the knife forms a straight line with the bridge of the nose and the center of the eyebrows.

The lights flickered, and the cold light reflected from the blade reflected his face.

"Shhhhhh!!"

The sound of the knife being unsheathed and the sound of many figures breaking in rang out at the same time.

Li Yanluo glanced at the first few people who rushed in, "Chiyang Swordsman, a stroke of ecstasy, a wave-riding sword...I didn't expect them to be caught in too, tsk tsk~"

The sword energy swept past like a gust of wind, and a strange sound sounded in the darkness ahead.

That was the sound of flesh being pierced, the sound of blood splattering.

Every knife is a head

Streams of bloody light danced on Li Ping'an's body, making his figure blurry.

In an instant, several people were killed by the knife.

"kill!"

"Kill him, he is only one person."

All kinds of magic weapons hit Li Pingan like bricks.

Li Pingan escaped one by one.

A white light flashed across his body, and then a white tower jumped out.

From small to large, the higher it goes up, the higher it becomes, in the blink of an eye, it becomes a large tower more than ten feet high.

"Fuck!?"

Bai Yujing's law enforcement.

The flying sword in the gourd of raising swords drizzled out, and the sword light seemed to cover all directions.

Li Pingan took a step across, twisted his waist and swung his knife.

In an instant, six more people were beheaded in a row, and each knife hit the vital point of one person.

"Pfft" sound.

One fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The other had his wrist severed and jumped backwards.

Immediately afterwards, he was stabbed again on the shoulder, and the shoulder bone broke immediately.

A moment later, more than twenty people fell in a pool of blood.

Call ~

Li Pingan exhaled lightly.

"Run! Run!"

Seeing that all the prisoners who rushed up were killed, the rest of the people did not dare to go forward any more.

After all, years of prison life have caused their cultivation to regress a lot.

Some of the better ones can drop half a rank and one rank, while the worse ones can't wait to fall directly into the latrine.

Most importantly, they lack the courage to fight to the death.

After finally regaining freedom, life matters! !

"boom!!"

A heavy hammer hit a prisoner in the face

The prisoner flew upside down, his face distorted out of shape.

Teeth shattered and blood spattered.

"Useless trash!"

A man who looked like an iron tower strode over.

"Song Zhongzhi, a disciple of Jiuxuan Cave, please enlighten me!"

A thick qi and blood emanated from his body, like a mighty sun.

Li Pingan made sword fingers with his hands.

"The sword arrives!"

A dazzling sword light flashed, and the deafening sound of the sword sounded.

This sword was like a shooting star, piercing straight past.

Song Zhongzhi only felt his chest tighten, and soon there was a crack in the cassock he was wearing, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

The sword came so miraculously that he didn't realize it was bad until he was hit.

With a cry of surprise, he quickly backed away.

Song Zhongzhi roared loudly, and the cassock on his body had already been scattered in all directions.

The breath in the body vibrates, and the blood is boiling.

Fang showed signs of getting better, but the blood seemed to stop flowing within a moment.

True Qi was suppressed inch by inch, making it difficult to resist.

Song Zongzhi had no choice but to keep retreating.

As soon as the true energy in the body was vented, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Unable to even stand still, he sat on the ground with a plop.

The sword force finally stopped.