flapping wings

Mu Xiaoque pointed at the wrist of the hand that was attacking Qi Ping's chest, there was a crackling sound of tendons and bones, and the hot zhenqi immediately traveled all over the body along the acupuncture points on the man's wrist.

"You are, Puchi!" A large mist of blood sprayed out from his mouth, and the man stared at Mu Xiaoque with empty eyes, and fell to the ground.

The detached artistic conception was poured with blood, and the atmosphere was instantly disturbed.

At this moment, the sound of the music suddenly became high-pitched, as if a sharp sword was suddenly shot, mercilessly slashing at everyone's heads.

The chanting sound was broken, and the balance was tilted. Seeing that the hearts of the people were no longer peaceful, Mu Xiao jumped to the front and flicked his fingers on the sword.

For a moment, the crisp humming sounded like a dragon's chant, and it slammed into the sharp sword fearlessly.

At the same time, the sword in Qi Ping's hand had pierced into the chest of a malicious attacker.

He wiped the blood splattered on his face, and with a sideways kick, he kicked another sneak attacking man flying straight into a circle, and happened to bump into Xiang Qing'er, who cut off his head with a sword.

Suddenly there was a bang, the dragon collided with the sharp sword, and Mu Xiaoque took a step back, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Qi Ping slapped a woman flying away with his palm, looked over worriedly, and saw Hua Buluo suddenly jumped to Mu Xiaoque's side with his palm supported, with the bamboo flute lying on the side of his face, he began to play lightly.

The sound of the flute is clear and eloquent, sometimes it is eloquent and low-pitched, and sometimes it is warm and high-pitched, shaking the nine heavens.

He and Mu Xiaoque actually formed a vague intention to dance like a dragon and a phoenix. Although he was very pleased that the flowers never fell, Qi Ping was so jealous that his eyes were red, and he secretly hated that he didn't have the slightest talent, otherwise who wouldn't praise them as a natural match?

Listening to the ear-piercing sound of the flute, he slashed left and right at the enemy.

The chanting sound continued, and many people who had fallen into hallucinations gradually became manic due to the confrontation between the two voices.

They lay on the ground hugging their heads and huddled together, scratching their hair with their fingers, humming strangely unconsciously.

More and more people twitched and stopped moving, completely lost their breath, and stayed in the terrifying illusion forever.

Khan slipped from Mu Xiaoque's cheeks, and Hua Buluo had already retreated to the edge of the crowd.

Those masters of Mo Dao haven't found a way to deal with Duan Qingyin. If this continues, I'm afraid that all the fallen people will never be able to wake up again.

As far as Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque were concerned, once they failed at this time, it would be tantamount to wishful thinking to deal with Qingyin Pavilion in the future.

The tune changed again and became more majestic, and a picture scroll seemed to unfold in front of everyone's eyes.

The desert full of yellow sand, the soldiers on the bloody battlefield, the headless corpse, the flag with a corner leaking, the horse full of arrows and the simple blood-stained knife.

The trumpet of victory suddenly sounded, the victorious general returned, the people cheered, and the head was placed on the Golden Temple.

The last expeditions, the waist and abdomen are covered with bandages, the injuries recur, the hero is late, and there is another headless corpse on the battlefield. Everything seems to be a sad cycle.

There was a plopping sound, and the powerlessness brought about by the cycle of fate seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. Many people squatted on the ground with their hands covering their faces, completely losing their fighting spirit, and then they were completely slaughtered by the attacking sound waves.

The sound of chanting is also getting lower and lower, and everyone's faces are full of sorrow, seeing that their original intentions are about to collapse, and they are about to fall into confusion.

The singing of the dragon and the singing of the phoenix resounded through Qiongyu again like two bright lights guiding the way. The flying dragon and the phoenix danced vigorously and unyieldingly rushed straight to the barrier, grasping the gap where Duan Qingyin was about to rest, and went straight to the enemy.

Zheng!Zheng!

The strings of the piano were broken, and the nails of the girl surrounding Duan Qingyin turned up, and blood spurted out of her mouth.

They looked at Mu Xiaoque and Hua Buluo angrily, drew their swords from the zither and stood up to fight against the devil.

"Continue," Mu Xiaoque fell limply to the ground, tilted his head slightly, and said to the crowd who recovered, "Calm down and concentrate."

Qi Ping threw off the last enemy, jumped towards Mu Xiaoque, grabbed him and jumped onto a perennial tree, and hugged him in his arms.

With the palm resting on Mu Xiaoque's back, the source of true energy guided the turbulent inner breath to gradually calm down, and after another two big circles, Qi Ping withdrew his hand and leaned against Mu Xiaoque's shoulder exhausted.

Mu Xiaoque took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat dripping from Qi Ping's chin on her forehead, and exhaled: "It's okay."

"Be brave," Qi Ping leaned over to kiss her, Mu Xiaoque hurriedly turned her head away, and glanced at her lower body worriedly.

Qi Ping secretly pursed his lips and smiled, changed his posture, put his hand on Mu Xiaoque's cheek and kissed him passionately.

Sweat dripped into the mouths of the two of them along the gap, and the panic in Mu Xiaoque's eyes disappeared, and she slowly closed her eyes with enjoyment.

Suddenly awakened from the happiness, he held down Qi Ping's hand that was stretched into his waist, panting heavily and reprimanded: "Keep an inch!"

"It's just touching, and I don't do anything." Qi Ping broke away from his hand, squeezed it maliciously, and patted it again: "It's so soft, I want to hit it, and I'm all red when I hit it." , screamed for mercy while fucking and then stopped."

"Shameless, put me down, I'm still hitting!" Mu Xiaoque pulled out Qi Ping's dishonest hand, and before he could put on his belt, he was completely restrained again.

Qi Ping said softly: "Don't move, the battle situation has stabilized, there are people who have awakened from the righteous way, and the evil way has finally gained the upper hand. Let's take a rest first, I'm afraid there will be danger soon."

Mu Xiaoque turned his head to observe for a while, completely relieved, and was forced to face Qi Ping's violent storm again. He clutched his belt belt that was almost thrown from the tree during the disturbance, and punched Qi Ping angrily, "You are crazy ?”

"I didn't take advantage of your weakness to kill you now, so you're lucky," Qi Ping tapped Mu Xiaoque's forehead, and said a lesson: "I'm not dead yet, you flirted with people, and if you yell again, you'll be stripped naked Throw it down and let them all see who you are!"

"Pants fell off!" Mu Xiaoque frantically picked up her clothes, her sticky tsk-tsk sound spreading ambiguously in this space.

The atmosphere gradually heated up, Qi Ping leaned into his ear and boldly suggested: "I want you so much, can you go back and give me a fuck?"

"Presumptuous!" Mu Xiaoque's brows were displeased, apparently extremely repulsed by this word.

Qi Ping came back to his senses in an instant, patted him on the back soothingly, tied Mu Xiaoque's belt, straightened his clothes, and said carefully: "What are you kidding, why are you so overreacted? Fuck you. I can do it too."

Faced with Mu Xiaoque's glaring look, he smiled weakly, "You don't like me, you definitely don't want to, I forgot, I'm sorry, I'll tell you when I go back."

"You are really now," Mu Xiaoque turned her head, and said with a bit of lamentation in reproach: "You are getting more and more unruly, and I can't control you anymore."

Qi Ping kneaded Mu Xiaoque's buttocks with one hand, and stroked his back with the other hand.

Seeing this person's unlovable look in the cold, his sourness just now was wiped away, and he couldn't help but smile and say: "Hey, no one loves anyone before, but now it's different!"

Mu Xiaoque glared at him, pushed away the man's face that was stuck again, and looked down intently.

The repeated attacks just now obviously caused the girls of Qingyin Pavilion to lose a lot of their true energy. In addition, they lost some combat power for no reason, so the formation was a little weak, and they had to switch from offense to defense.

The style of music has changed from bold and magnificent to elegant and minor. Although it is a good opportunity to gather strength, it is obviously on the decline.

Although the heroes of the righteous way were not clear about this battle, and their chests were filled with disgust towards the evil way, but because they were thrown together by the Qingyin Pavilion just now, and there were heavy casualties, at this time the chest was covered with thick clouds, and the meddling spirit was gone. Heart.

Only Zhou Mingde hesitated for a moment, before asking: "I don't know why the girl hurt me just now? How did you provoke this group of demons?"

"It was not my intention to hurt people, but it was all deceiving people too much. What's the reason for the majestic heroes standing together with these monsters to deceive me?"

Duan Qingyin's words were sad, and she plucked lightly with her skillful hands. The style of the song changed suddenly, it was beautiful and elegant, and the small bridge and flowing water were like a dream. When she woke up again, it was still frosty and full of sorrow.

There were already people crying in this atmosphere, but not for Duan Qingyin, but for those relatives who died innocently.

Duan Qingyin gritted his teeth and complained: "I was originally a commoner in Yunhe City. I learned a little bit of kung fu but wanted to start a small business to fool around. However, thieves broke into my Qingyin Pavilion at night, slaughtered my sisters, and burned my foundation. This enmity is irreconcilable, you wait for the righteous way, don't think about defeating demons, but instead help the tyrant to abuse, your heart can be punished!"

The ending trembled, and the world mourned for a while, but suddenly thunder exploded, and the cold wind hit, everyone couldn't help shivering.

In the middle of the choking sound, Qingyin raised his eyes to look at the sky, and then turned his head to Qingyin Pavilion surrounded by thick smoke, with despair in his eyes.

Crystal tears suddenly fell from the corners of the eyes and hit the strings, causing a slight trembling, and the true feelings were revealed from the song, making it even more mournful and beautiful.

Hua Buluo looked at Duan Qingyin from a distance, the light in her eyes flickered for a moment, and finally went out.

He entrusted all the awakened disciples of the Tianshan School to his uncle to take them back to the Zhou family, climbed up the tree trunk and appeared in front of Qi Ping and the others: "I have killed four people from the Tianshan School. Although she should be blamed, I have... Have some love."

Mu Xiaoque looked up at the sky, and the person beside him who had been watching him finally moved his scorching eyes and looked up, it was going to rain.

The color of the world changed, but it was not for Qingyin Pavilion after all.

Except for the sound of music, there is silence all around, and the wind and drizzle pass by those corpses that are still warm, and pass by the door of innocent people who can no longer turn on the lights, as if they want to take away all unwilling souls.

Hua Buluo glanced at Qi Ping who was holding Mu Xiaoque in an absolutely protective posture, hesitation appeared in his eyes again.

The woman who was once gentle and pleasant in his heart seemed to glance at him through layers of branches and leaves.

In the end, he still couldn't help jumping down, and said in a serious tone: "Qingyin, although the friendship between us is shallow, if you promise me to be honest from now on, I will save you from trouble today even if I get killed by the magic way."

"It turns out that my love is deep, but in the eyes of the young master, it is actually shallow." Duan Qingyin sneered, and her disdain was even more disdainful under the dim light of the fire: "If the young man really took pity on me, he must have already held the sword in front of him, so why bother?" So many words."

Hua Buluo sighed: "Miss Duan, don't you really feel that you are being too harsh? Not only did you possess high martial arts overnight, but you also got involved in some disaster. Miss, what reason do you think I should use to convince myself to protect you?" And you!"

Mu Xiaoque turned her head to look at Qi Ping: "What do you think if the flowers don't fall?"

Qi Ping pondered for a moment, then resolutely commented: "Although he is shrewd, but his mind is not bad, it should not be him."

"Don't play with the truth?" Xiang Qing'er interjected with a smile: "Miss Duan wants others to sacrifice their lives to save you, so she must look worthy of being saved, right? Killing so many people from the same family, now Wouldn't it be disgusting to take advantage of these tongues?"

The ugly camel pointed his stick and laughed loudly: "Today, I advise you heroes not to get into this muddy water. This woman's identity and background are not clean, so be careful that you will burn yourself when the time comes."

Zhou Mingde said seriously: "How can my Zhou family watch you hurt people on the border of my Yunhe City?"

The ugly camel glanced around, and although he couldn't find anyone, he still smiled meaningfully: "Master Zhou said that Yunhe City belongs to your Zhou family. I can hear this, but some people can't hear it. You have to be more careful with your words and deeds.”

When everyone heard this, they unconsciously looked around in the crowd. Mu Xiaoque got up and dragged Qi Ping to jump off the tree, and stared coldly at the ugly camel.

The ugly camel shrugged, and glanced at them casually: "Forget it, I really dare not say it. If I talk too much, I will let someone take off my old arms and legs."

After finishing speaking, he continued to attack Duan Qingyin with his sword in his hand. Everyone on the right path looked at each other and took half a step back, clearly indicating their position.

"I, Duan Qingyin, don't ask the heroes to come and save me." With a thud, Duan Qingyin plucked the strings lightly in the rain, "But if you join forces with these monsters to bully us and other weak girls, don't blame me for being cruel, and I will die with you. "