Only senior brother is amazing

Shujiao and Heipao fell silent at the same time.

A moment later, a disciple hurried over covered in blood, rolling and crawling.Shouting: "Master, Master, Junior Brother Song has been taken away!"

Jinglian's expression froze, and she hurried to the direction the disciple said.He Bei, Xie Juan, and Qi Nian also followed closely.

When they arrived at the place where Song Liuying was robbed, they only saw four or five scorched bodies lying on the ground that had been drained of essence and blood.

He Bei was still wondering why that person wanted to rob Song Liuying.A special voice came from the dark, with an old and resentful tone, like a ghost: "I guessed right. This kid must be the remnant of Li Guo. I should have guessed a long time ago that you wouldn't let him live and die at will. .It was raised secretly.”

He Bei:? ? ?

Thank you tired:? ? ?

"Sang Lijian has not been seen for many years... Now things are different. In order to get this sword, His Royal Highness once begged for the Kunlun Snow Region three times, and exchanged ten dragon blood stones for the sword... ...At the beginning, when His Royal Highness received Grandmaster He under his command, he used this sword."

Only then did He Bei understand that Shujiao mistakenly took Song Liuying as the son of Princess Shaoning.He didn't know the origin of Sang Lijian, so he gave it to Song Liuying in a daze.Now it hurt him instead.

"The evil son is in my hands. The key to the coffin... Young Master He, please give it to me obediently, I can let you live."

After a moment of silence, Xie Juan's voice sounded, which seemed extraordinarily cold: "Chongshuanglou, a dignified and upright sect, actually used such despicable means to coerce my Jianzhuang disciples."

"It was you Fengyu Jianzhuang who snatched our things first, so don't blame me for being merciless."

Xie Juan asked back, "Is the coffin key yours?"

Shujiao paused for a moment, then raised her voice a bit. "Don't talk nonsense with you."

The black butterfly arrow struck again from the darkness, and the target was still He Bei who was holding the coffin key.

He Bei turned sideways quickly, his ink raised, brushing the tails of his reddened eyes.He straddled the black butterfly arrow, turned over and landed on a branch closest to him.

"Grandmaster Shu, you just want the key? I'll give you the key, and give it back to me. Our Fengyu Jianzhuang is not like your Chongshuang Tower. The interests are the greatest. We would rather not have this key, but also keep our disciples safe. Isn't he You don't have to worry about the remnants of the Li Kingdom you mentioned."

Shujiao retorted coldly: "If he is really an ordinary student of your sword village, how can he use such a good sword like Sang Li? His age is suitable, and his appearance is also three points similar to Princess Shaoning. The group of black clothes just now When you tied him up, you were so nervous about him, I really can't see the reason."

He Bei just wanted to say that everything was a coincidence.To blame can only be blamed on Song Liuying's bad luck.He suddenly regretted giving Song Liuying the Sang Li Sword. First, he was criticized, and now he was mistaken for the remnant of Li Guo.

Shujiao suddenly said again: "You are really a child who values ​​love and righteousness. It's a pity...you can follow your father to enjoy the happiness in the southwest, don't you want to come to this muddy water. The hero is sad Beauty Pass..."

"Jinglian, don't worry, I won't hurt this bastard, after all, he and the coffin key are indispensable. I didn't come to Fengyu Jianzhuang to fight or kill. I just want to discuss cooperation with you. Why don't we go to Beifu together and take the scroll of "Feng Qi Mo" out of the jade coffin..... Then, I will naturally let this evil son live."

He Bei didn't want to hear Shujiao talking nonsense to himself, so he took the key off his neck and shook it in the air: "Return the key to you. Man, give it to me."

Shujiao was silent for a moment, then said quietly: "An ordinary disciple, is it worth you to exchange the coffin key? I am not stupid." She became more and more sure that Song Liuying's identity was the remnant of Li Guo.

"Either cooperate, or - let's die. I will kill him, and no one will get the slightest benefit."

Jinglian sighed deeply: "Sister Shujiao, after so many years, you still don't have any brains in what you say and do. In the battle of Taiziling, the survivors could be counted on their fingers, and the mighty and powerful Prince was not able to survive. Putting your life on the line, do you expect a baby to survive that catastrophe until now? Back then, He An and I were too busy to take care of ourselves, so why not bring a bottle of oil? Is it possible... Li Guo died long ago You really believe in such things as Modu, Tianque Pavilion, and Fengximo. You have been in the rivers and lakes for so long, and you are quite old, and you insist on fighting for these headless things. It's meaningless."

Xie Juan looked complicated, and silently said next to He Bei: "For Hetu Luoshu, people can become demons." Ever since the Zhenwu Conference was attacked by the demon sect, Xie Juan understood that for the fragments of Hetu Luoshu, people can become demons. To what extent.He has witnessed too many bloody disputes along the way, which made him feel confused.

He Bei said to Shu Jiao: "If the remnants of the Li country you said were really in Fengyu Jianzhuang, we would have rushed to Beifu with the coffin key, and it would be your turn to turn the clouds and rain on New Year's Eve."

"Who—" Shujiao shouted loudly.

The next moment, the sound of fierce fighting came from the dead bushes not far away.

Jinglian, He Bei, and Xie Juan followed the sound and left.

Jinglian never imagined that the first meeting with Shujiao in ten years would be such a tragic scene.

On the thick trunk of the phoenix language tree, Shujiao was nailed to death by her own black butterfly arrow through the chest cavity on a thick phoenix language tree.Opening his eyes angrily, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the inner corners of his eyes slowly.His mouth was slightly open, and black, foul-smelling liquid flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Those who are shot by the black butterfly arrow have no power to recover from death.

Shujiao was dressed in white, and the black butterfly arrow pierced through her chest and abdomen, piercing two cracks like butterfly wings.

From the crack, the gray and black smoke that spewed out was actually mixed with a strange fragrance.It is like the smell of burning smoke in an ancient temple, and also like the quiet fragrance of water lilies in the pond.

On Shujiao's naked and defeated skin, there are blood veins soaked in poison, intertwined and winding like black vines.On the vine man, there are large flower-shaped red corpse spots blooming, which are charming and cruel.The sharpest end of the arrow body was completely hidden in her body, and the exposed butterflies rested on her chest, bathed in fresh blood.

The next moment, as if the sky exploded, the black butterfly arrow was suddenly dragged backward by a strong force, piercing through Shujiao's body, splitting the trunk of the Phoenix language tree behind Shujiao, and the trunk of the Phoenix language tree was shattered into pieces. Two halves, and Shujiao's body exploded directly, shattered into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

Jing Lian judged: "She snatched this black butterfly arrow, and she deserved to die under this arrow in the end. It's just that those who can control the black butterfly arrow must form a blood contract. Can control the Black Butterfly Arrow..."

Jinglian didn't dare to think about what kind of strength that was.

"Junior Brother Song!" He Bei tried to call out, but no one responded.

Xie Juan had never seen such a cruel scene, and subconsciously squeezed He Bei's sleeve tightly.He Bei held Xie Juan's wrist with his backhand, and pulled him back a few steps.

Qi Nian completely forgot about the pain on his body, and stood in the cold wind.With blood splattered on his face, he gasped, wiped his eyes, eagerly, everything tonight was just a ridiculous dream.

Jinglian slashed fiercely in the air with her sword, and killed the black butterfly arrow that suddenly turned back into the darkness.

He Bei understands that at this time the person controlling the Black Butterfly Arrow has become Heipao, and it was Heipao who killed Shujiao and took Song Liuying away.

He felt that the smell of dead silence was getting closer and closer to him.

Before Xie Juan could react, He Bei pulled him to the side quickly, and the black butterfly arrow silently brushed He Bei's ear.

A few drops of bright red blood flowed down He Bei's ear and onto his shoulder.

He Bei sneered at the black robe who refused to show his face: "It seems that you are quite good at using the Black Butterfly Arrow."

The black butterfly arrow struck He Bei again, with such a speed that even Jing Lian couldn't stop it in time.He Beifei leaped, dodging left and right with a body that the naked eye could not catch, and dodged three consecutive non-stop attacks by the black butterfly arrow.

With a "puchi", warm blood splashed on Xie Tired's cheeks.

Xie Juan looked back hastily, a large piece of flesh and blood was wiped off He Bei's shoulder by the black butterfly arrow.Only then did he realize that the blow just now was aimed at him, and it was He Bei who blocked the blow for him.

Xie Juan couldn't imagine how desperate he would be if the black butterfly arrow hit He Bei.

The peach blossom phantom released by Jinglian chased the black butterfly arrow, retarding and slowing down the speed of the black butterfly arrow.

She jumped into the air and stepped on the black butterfly arrow. The black butterfly arrow grazed Jinglian's soles, flew high and jumped down, and rushed straight to Jinglian's Tianling Gai.

Jinglian leaned back and dodged, the black butterfly arrow brushed her body and fell to the ground, piercing the ground, an irregular crack the length of her index finger exploded on the ground, vegetation, mud and rocks flew by in front of her eyes, and the dust was alluring.

From the darkness, countless ghostly men in black emerged.

The silver-winged bird, which had been hidden in the snow branch early, flapped its wings and went out at this time, releasing silver needles in the air, and attacked the man in black.

More and more disciples from Jianzhuang came to help the war, and all of them came from Pingzhangyuan.

A moment ago he was still drunk and singing, but now he is holding a sword and posing in battle.The disciples had just sat up from their drunkenness, but facing the enemy criminals at this time, they were much calmer than when they were dealing with the Demon Sect for the first time.

In addition, Jianzhuang is now full of institutions, with the assistance of institutions, the disciples of Fengyu Jianzhuang are always in the upper hand when fighting against the man in black.

Next, a zither sound tore through the long night.

He Bei raised his eyebrows and murmured: "It seems that everyone wants to get a share."

Yu Yingxian's zither sound was not as restrained as in Tiangong Quanzhuang, and the beginning was like a broken bamboo.The sound entered the ears, like a sharp needle piercing the heart of a person.

The disciples of Jianzhuang were disturbed by Zheng Ming.Some disciples who lack internal strength have already started to hold their chests in pain and vomit blood.Thoughts are like a jumble of hemp, which is constantly being cut and reasoned.Painful, dirty memories came flooding back.

The most embarrassing thing is always the mental blow.

He Beida shouted, "Old Man Ye!"

Ye Yu suddenly appeared, holding a blood-jade-colored phoenix-headed konghou with transparent silk strings.This harp is exquisitely crafted, with a clear and soft luster flowing under the moonlight.The patterns on the tail of the piano are like phoenix feathers, but there is no trace of carving, which seems to be natural.

He Bei flew past Ye Yu and took the phoenix-headed konghou in his hand.With a flick of his fingertips, the strings of the piano fluctuated slightly, and several clear strings joined together, echoing on the top of Hewang Mountain.

Everyone was shocked that He Bei could play the harp.

The prodigal son in the eyes of the world actually used the sound of the piano to create a situation of high mountains and flowing water.Like the cerumen of spring water when the forest is deep, the deep space and tranquility after falling into the bottom of the sea, contain the restlessness and restlessness in the whole dark night, just like the sound of nature.The clear snow on the branches is slowly shaken off, while the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are the interlude of killing, and the night wind blowing wildly becomes the end tune of the rhyme.

The tune in He Bei's hands is completely different from the Sanyi Breaking Array played by Yu Yingxuan, but there is no sense of disobedience when playing together.The irregular tune directly uses Yu Yingxian's zither sound as a useless foil.

One is the sky and the moon, purifying people's hearts.One is the dust on the ground, which makes the whole body messy.

Yu Yingxian doesn't believe in fate, this is a song that even he has never listened to.He has always firmly believed that no one in this world has ever been able to resist their Yu family's Liuyi Breaking Formation, but He Bei easily deciphered this song.

Yu Yingxian speeded up his hands almost crazily, and directly promoted the sound of the piano from the three instrument to the six instrument.

When the buns were scattered, fingers were broken, a string was broken, hot tears overflowed from the hot eyes, all over the face full of unwillingness.

He Bei held the phoenix-headed harp in his arms, and his slender, jade-white fingers waved the strings methodically.His expression was indifferent. In his world, the tunes he played were emotionless. He tapped one note after another full of inner strength, just to kill the enemy.

He played this song to save the disciples of Jianzhuang.

He only heard this kind of piano sound once in his last life, and he didn't memorize the melody silently. It's just that in the following years, this song was like a nightmare, and it often lingered in his dreams. engraved in the bone.

In the Tianque Pavilion of Modu, he was lying down in a pool of blood, and when the silver-feathered and beautiful Tsundere Phoenix pecked at his heart, the blood exploded violently in front of his eyes.His eyes were covered by a cloud of blood mist, and it was this song that brought back his nearly annihilated consciousness from the abyss of extinction.It's not redemption, it's just a trace of pity for him from the superior.

Xie Juan beside him was holding Shenxue in his hand, as if to kill Jiuxiao.The light of the sword drawn down was cold, like a firefly blowing a tree, and the sky was full of bright blue light.He never left He Bei's front three steps, and tried his best to stop the attack of the Black Butterfly Arrow.

Under the cover of Xie Juan and Jing Lian's main force, He Bei performed this song perfectly.

The zither sound played by Yu Yingxian is no longer a melody, it is like a group of weird notes put together one after another, piercing the ear, but that's all, it can no longer intrude on people's spiritual power.

When his zither sound stopped abruptly, all the strings under his finger broke.He vomited a puddle of hot blood from his mouth, and dyed the body of the zither red, creating a totem like autumn leaves and late maples.

He was convinced that he lost.

This kind of tone, he will never forget in his life, maybe every night, it will linger in his dreams.

His eyes are full of envy and admiration for the young man.

Yu Yingxian smashed the qin against the giant in front of him. His clothes were messed up, his body and spirit were in a mess, and his head was full of silver hair.He staggered slowly out of the dark place and asked He Bei: "What song is this?"

He Bei said word by word: "Qin, heart, three, fold."

This is the title of the song that Yu Yingxian has never heard before.He asked again, "Where did you learn that?"

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of He Bei's mouth: "Dream."

Yu Yingxian suddenly had an almost crazy posture, with red eyes, and his hands were about to climb He Bei's shoulders: "You are talking nonsense! Please, tell me, where did you learn it... please .” He thought he had read all the Divine Comedy in the world, and he thought Liuyi was unrivaled.He thought that the boy in front of him was just an easy prey for him.

He Bei raised his finger to the sky, and the red sleeve fell down to his arm, revealing his bloodstained forearm.The corner of his mouth curled into a smile that seemed to be endlessly joyous: "This song is only because it exists in the sky."

"The one you want to go to the most - the Tianque Pavilion in Modu. This is the song that Qin Xian Si Jiao hates the most...Hetu Luoshu...Fengqi Mo...Mo The most rubbish treasures fall into the world, and they are all supreme treasures."

"And you and I are both ants."

"The rubbish he doesn't want, you treat it like a treasure, and you fight to the death, it's ridiculous."

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, He Bei thought it was time to end everything.

"The key to the coffin. Either you want it or... come and get it."

He Bei held up the coffin key and walked towards the peach grove that Xu Tang planted in summer.

In the summer, he angrily chopped off all of Xu Tang's peach blossoms, leaving a mess of bones on the ground.

In winter, there are no peach blossoms.The snow covered with dead branches, under the sad moonlight, looks like white pears, fresh and weird.

Xie Juan stared at He Bei's back, in a daze for a moment, but then understood what He Bei wanted to do.

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It took a long time to fix it, and I missed the update time... I will update another chapter in the evening.