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

Demon Saint Qinyuan walked slowly and stood at the entrance of the palace.

He looked at the one-sided killing in front of him with a relaxed expression.

At this time, this normally orderly hall, which was dealing with hundreds or even thousands of things every moment, was in chaos.

This group of demon monks are all carefully selected elite sword cultivators.

This group of civil servants had stayed in this hall for so long that they had almost forgotten the feeling of a life-and-death battle.

They were too vulnerable to the waves of sharp flying swords.

An indescribable pressure enveloped them, leaving them breathless.

The scene was chaotic and the two principals were in charge.

A hidden dragon is missing, and Zheng Changwen's life and death are unknown.

"Om!!"

A stream of light cut off the head of a demon sword cultivator.

Another sound of wind and thunder sounded in the hall, followed by another wave of blood splashing, and another head was cut off.

Zhao Ling'er's tactics changed.

The two flying swords spinning in the air drew a beautiful blue arc and slashed towards another group of demon monks.

The sharp green light collided with the other two rays of light, forming circles of light.

It gets bigger and brighter, and finally turns into a bright circle.

The sword light was like water pouring down, round and bright.There seems to be no interruption.

There were two flying swords, one from the left and one from the right, attacking Zhao Ling'er.

Zhao Linger did not summon the flying sword to defend herself, but twisted her body.

With the movement technique of "moving clouds and flowing water", he avoided the sword curtain.

The two swords, one left and one right, shot out a rain of swords at the same time.

The two men's swordsmanship was so exquisite that Zhao Ling'er had no choice but to dodge and move around.

At the same time, he controlled two flying swords to launch a more violent attack on a demon monk, as if he wanted to trade his life for his life.

In an instant, the monster sword cultivator had countless wounds on his body.

There is also a faint red line. If you look closely, it is also caused by the sword's edge.

One side defends closely, while the other side tries its best to move around.

The battle between strong men can sometimes be very long, and sometimes it can also be very short.

When it's fast it's like electricity, when it's slow it's like a game.

But after all, there is more when it is fast and less when it is slow.

The cyan stream of light erupted at the predetermined moment, deciding the fate of the demon swordsman.

Breaking open his natal flying sword, it penetrated through his head.

Sword cultivators generally don't have any magic weapons with them.

With the magic weapon, there is a way out and there are worries.

Such a sword would be impure.

Therefore, a pure swordsman only has one or two swords in his hand.

After killing the enemy, the green light did not stop.

Instead, one sword returned to Zhao Ling'er's hand, helping her block the flying swords of the other two demon sword cultivators at the critical moment.

Another flying sword roared suddenly and stabbed a demon sword cultivator.

At the same time, Zhao Ling'er waved her sword to meet the attack.

This sword was unexpectedly strong and domineering.

Zhao Ling'er seemed to be aiming at the demon sword cultivator on the right, but her sword force suddenly moved to the left, catching the opponent off guard.

One step forward and one step back, as fast as lightning.

Retreat immediately without any hesitation.

Then the same sword was launched, the same trajectory, the same swiftness and agility.

The two swords drew a bright arc in the air and stabbed each other accurately.

The two demon clan sword cultivators are also masters of swordsmanship.

Each sword has a harsh sound of breaking through the air, as if it is carrying thousands of cold stars.

Every move and move by both sides is exquisite.

However, the two demon monks were ultimately at odds with each other.

"Puff" made two slight muffled sounds.

The two demon monks stared, their eardrums buzzing, and blood spurted out from their mouths.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning, and the three demon sword cultivators died tragically under their swords.

"Clap!"

There was a slight sound of clapping among the noise.

"Good swordsmanship."

Demon Saint Qinyuan looked at this female sword cultivator with admiration.

Zhao Ling'er knew clearly that they had no chance of winning now.

You can only kill one more.

"Yes, yes, but it's a pity that you are a monk from the human race." Qin Yuan said casually.

Zhao Ling'er's face was pale. It was obvious that the three demon clan sword cultivators who had just been killed quickly had taken a huge toll on her.

She had no intention of escaping. The other party dared to blatantly come in, so she was sure that they would not be able to escape.

She touched the blood on the sword and spoke coldly.

"People outside will soon notice the abnormality. I don't think you can come and go freely."

"Little girl, you are too young and you don't know many things."

"I'm more curious about how you sneaked in."

"There is no place in this world that is as impregnable as gold." Qin Yuan sat on the chair that originally belonged to Qianlong, with an indifferent expression. "Even if there is, wouldn't it be self-defeating from within?"

Traitor?

Zhao Linger was not too surprised.

The other party could lurk in such an important position silently. Without the help of the mole, Zhao Ling'er would not believe it even if he killed him.

But who is this mole, and who has such power?

“Haha, little girl, there’s no need to guess, you don’t need to know.

I'm also telling you, don't even think about stalling with me here.

Sister, I'm here to talk to you so much because we still have time. "

Zhao Ling'er looked around and saw corpses all over the ground.

Ninety percent of them are from their side.

These civil servants were not as capable of catching and fighting as the monks on the wall.

But when it comes to arranging troops and formations, which monk's method is better connected with which monk, and who is suitable to form a sword formation with whom.

Which side of the demon clan has the characteristics of the big demon, how to deal with magic weapons, how to organize counterattacks, and deal with internal affairs...

They are unmatched.

"boom--!!"

The sand table, which had existed for thousands of years and contained the efforts of countless generations, was destroyed in one fell swoop.

Stacks of documents stored on high shelves were destroyed using secret methods.

Zhao Ling'er looked sad.

Demon Saint Qinyuan's face was full of pride.

She was still thinking of saying something, but suddenly the thunder outside suddenly stopped and there was a loud roar.

"The Taoist sect's second leader, Yang Jianbai, has rebelled against the human race, and the Wolf Guard has fallen!!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing in the small half of the Demon Town Pass.

Zhao Ling'er heard that it was Qianlong's voice.

That cheap, careless voice was extremely reliable at this moment.

Qin Yuan's original joyful expression froze on his face, "What is this stupid donkey Yang Jianbai doing!? He didn't even capture a hidden dragon!"

"Sir, what should I do now?"

"withdraw!"

Qin Yuan made a prompt decision, and this turn of events caught them off guard.

The original follow-up plan was ruined.

Zhao Ling'er smiled and looked at Qin Yuan mockingly: "It seems you are not very good either."

Qin Yuan looked gloomy.

After a moment, the Wolf Guard burst into flames.

Zhao Ling'er fell in a pool of blood, looking at the ceiling with wandering eyes.

In the distance, Qianlong was covered in blood, standing on a high platform.

He held a loudspeaker in his hand that was obviously made by the Mo family's mechanism technology.

He shouted several times, and then he seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

The body fell slowly, his right hand was gone, and his internal organs were completely exposed.

His whole body was miserable.

No one knows how he did it.

In an unprepared situation, he faced the siege of Yang Jianbai, the second headmaster of the Taoist sect who was a level higher than his own, and his two direct disciples.

He was able to escape, and finally he was able to pass on the news.

This prodigal son, who had mixed practices and wandered around the world in his youth, proved his strength to the world at this moment.

..........

Demon Town Pass.

In the year of Jiyou, the sky is dry and the earth is on its own.

Yang Jianbai, the second headmaster of the Taoist sect, led two of his direct disciples to defect.

Demon Saint Qinyuan led more than thirty demon sword cultivators into the Demon Suppression Pass, and the Wolf Guard was destroyed.

The number of casualties was 53.

Commander of the Wolf Guard, Zheng Changwen, the first-level hub, and Qianlong fought to the death to spread the news and avoid greater casualties.

The early morning sun shines on Qianlong's face.

There was a lot of noise around him, but he seemed to be unable to hear any sounds.

Next to him lay Zheng Changwen.

The two men did not die immediately, and they still managed to breathe.

But that's all, no one can save such an injury.

"Well...I want to drink..."

"I don't know what it's like to die...it's so damn uncomfortable...I should have run away."

"I knelt down and surrendered. I might as well have spared my life..."

Qianlong grumbled.

"Ahem! I'll drink with you when we get downstairs."

Zheng Changwen's faint voice came from beside him.

Qianlong turned his head and looked at this guy who had been at odds with him for more than hundreds of years.

By the way, it seems that the two have never had a drink together.

Zheng Changwen didn't like this careless guy and felt that the other party had always insulted this position.

At the same time, he also insulted his father and brother who died in the battle.

Qianlong also looked down on Zheng Changwen for being such a badass all the time that everyone owed him money.

But at this moment, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Fuck, if I had known... I should have had a drink with you."

Zheng Changwen cursed for the first time.

Qianlong laughed out loud, "Then let's go to the underworld and drink together..."

The hazy fog began to slowly dissipate, and the sun rose higher and higher.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zheng Changwen died.