Before Jing Lingyu could stand up, changes had already occurred in the formation.

Cang Shuilan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly stood up, her silver hair was fluttering, her big sleeves were flying, her fingers were like the wind, and she played in the air. The syllables changed from the muddy and thick palace sounds to the smooth and loud Shang tunes. The guqin

It was floating in the air, hanging by his hand, and the strings were vibrating and the sound was flying. He put his finger on it, but it didn't fall to the ground.

Gu Changxin was secretly shocked, knowing that the reason why the piano floated in the air was not due to some magical suction, but that the strings were supported by strong points when they came into contact with the fingertips. It was similar to inserting a finger into a cup and shaking it, causing the cup to revolve around the finger.

But ordinary wine glasses are relatively light, so it is relatively easy to do this. This piano can be lifted with just the strings in the hand. It would be extremely difficult to do it without decades of effort.

The screams of the warriors in the formation rose sharply. As the music of the piano continued, the strength of the sword also changed, from a soft and dense siege to an earth-shattering assault!

The sound of the piano combined with the power of the sword, playing an extremely gorgeous movement amidst the stern murderous aura.

The sharp increase in sword power forces Liao Gushi into a desperate situation. The climax of the movement is the death of the enemy!

The three people on the ridge of the palace saw a thrilling sight. At this time, they were about to come to the rescue, but it was too late. They saw Liao Gushi turning around quickly, and the oriole's resentment glowed with blue light, swaying like ripples, and there were tinkling dots.

On the tip of the incoming sword, he blocked the front wave of attacks. When the sword's power was exhausted, he suddenly shook his hand, wrapped around the sword of a warrior, and with a sudden strike, the warrior was thrown into the air.

With one swing, the warrior became his meteor hammer. His huge body flew in the air and smashed into the second wave of attacking warriors. He heard a scream, and the warrior in the air was hit by dozens of swords, and his limbs flew everywhere.

It was like a water bag bursting in the air, and blood splattered everywhere, like rain!

However, when the warrior was wielding the sword, the force of the Yingying Poison Sword had slowed down. Several warriors came behind him and sent flying swords. However, Liao Gushi was able to avoid it quickly. Several cuts were opened on his back, and blood flowed out.

Using warbler's poison to entangle the enemy's soft sword is a life-threatening strategy. Liao Gushi killed the red eyes, so he ignored all these and waved his hand backwards. The blue light flashed and caught the soft swords of the warriors.

His inner strength surged, and he threw several people into the air. The other warriors couldn't help but turn pale in horror when they saw that he had thrown several people into the air with just one person's strength!

At this time, the sound of the piano suddenly turned into a Zheng tone, burning and angry, like a fire swallowing the forest, extremely violent.

The warriors have long been accustomed to moving according to the sound, as if the sound of the piano controls their brains. They all hear the sound and attack each other to the death!

There were several soft swords wrapped around Ying Ghen Po, which became knotted and difficult to break free. Liao Gushi had no time to take care of it. He swung out his sword, and the soft swords at the tip of the sword bloomed like scattered flowers, as if he was waving a sword.

It was similar to a large broomstick, and its power suddenly increased sharply. In an instant, more than a dozen soft swords were wrapped around it.

Liao Gushi was overjoyed. It turned out that he had always been afraid that the power of the sword would weaken, so he did not dare to touch the enemy with his sword, lest the soft sword would entangle him and make it difficult to escape. He did not expect that this fatal blow would actually bring about a turn of events. He couldn't help but feel refreshed.

With increased confidence, I swung this big sword and broom, and dragons and phoenixes were flying for a while. It was really a hero sweeping the world!

Within a few seconds, three or four out of ten of the soft swords in the hands of the warriors had been entangled in his sword broom, turning the tide of victory and defeat!

Jing Lingyu stood on the ridge of the palace, with a happy face, and smiled at Chang Sihao: "To say that you underestimate my brother is to underestimate me. Look at the current situation, are you still tough?"

Gu Changxin praised: "Young Master Liao's martial arts skills are extraordinary after he was put to death and then resurrected."

Chang Sihao looked unmoved: "He looks like an ant picking at a growing peony flower. No matter how strong the ant is, there will be times when it can't pick it up. What's more, he is injured now.

If he persists for too long, the enemy only needs to switch to a defensive posture, surround him, and continue to consume him, and victory will be certain."

As soon as the sound of the piano turned, the horns and feathers suddenly joined together, warm and round, relaxing and joyful. The warriors' attack rhythm also slowed down. Those who lost their weapons gradually retreated to the periphery as the tone changed, and the entire formation turned into a violent storm.

On a blue sea and a sunny day, the waves are gentle for a while, advancing and retreating at will, the sword's power is ethereal and willful.

Following Liao Gushi's attack and killing, they retreated, defended, joined together or broke off, just like the head-to-head dance performed by uncivilized barbarians, trying their best to stick together and weaken.

The sound of the piano is getting lower and softer, and the seven-note cloud and water formation is becoming more and more erratic, like the vast river water, shrouded in a layer of mist, flowing slowly and silently.

The blood and sweat on Liao Gushi's body mixed and flowed, soaking into the blue shirt. Every time he took a step, a few drops fell off with the hem of the shirt.

Jing Lingyu saw it from a distance, and those blood spots seemed to suddenly magnify tens of millions of times, like huge meteors, slowly falling on her heart. She already understood that what Chang Sihao said was not true.

Don't wait too long, Liao Gushi will run out of gas.

"Brother Xiaohei, please..."

When she looked to her side, Chang Sihao was gone.

He has taken action!

Cang Shuilan was concentrating on directing the formation. Suddenly, he felt that the palm behind his back was not good. He plucked the strings with four fingers, turned forward on the tiptoes, loosened his fingers in the air, and four white lights flew backwards along with the whistle of the piano, towards the direction.

enemy!

These four rays of white light were extremely fast, emanating from the head, chest, abdomen, and knees, and the sound of piercing the air was as sad as a ghost crying!

Chang Sihao made a mistake with his foot, and the white light passed by him, cutting three cuts on his clothes, and the skin nearby was burning with pain. Cang Shuilan shouted: "Who is it?" Three words came out, Chi - Chi -

Chi——, three white lights shot through the air and shot towards Chang Sihao's chest and ribs. At the same time, several warriors who had lost their weapons jumped up and attacked with their palms raised.

The Qiyin Yunshui Formation suddenly lost control of the sound of the piano, and the formation was slightly chaotic. However, a moment's hesitation in front of the master was fatal. Liao Gushi swung his sword and broom quickly, screaming repeatedly. The bodies of the seven warriors had been crushed by the swords, and their skeletons were torn apart.

, the five internal organs are in the sky.

Chang Sihao ducked down to avoid the attacking palm, reached out with both hands, grasped the ankles of the two warriors, and flew the two men into the air. They collided in the air, causing their flesh to burst. At the same time, white light struck, hitting both of them in the middle.

The body of a human was cut into four pieces with a loud crack and then flew away diagonally!

When Chang Sihao looked at it, there were only two bloody thighs left in his hand. White light entered the ground. It turned out to be a small crescent moon dart shot out by Cang Shuilan using the piano as a bow. He secretly screamed in his heart that it was awesome!

Without any time to spare, Cang Shuilan flicked his fingertips quickly, and six rays of white light broke through the air and came again. Chang Sihao used the two human legs as two long swords, and used his strength to move forward. The two human legs were still broken.

There is blood dripping, bones laid out, and the mouth is as sharp as a sword!

Chang Sihao spread his arms, his internal energy rushed to the place, blood was like mist, and the sky was filled with blood!

There was only the sound of squeaking into flesh as all six crescent darts hit the "human leg sword", causing the bones to protrude and pieces of flesh to fly.

Chang Sihao shouted loudly and stepped forward to attack. The two leg bone swords penetrated his inner strength and stabbed forward like dense white shadows covering the sky like a rain of cold stars.

Cang Shuilan raised her arms to move the instrument and turned the piano like a wheel. She only heard a continuous sound, mixed with the clanking and buzzing of the strings, and the piercing cries.

Chang Sihao attacked dozens of "swords" in a row, and suddenly made a move, causing Cang Shuilan to step back for a moment, then suddenly shot up, and moved his legs up and down to take out the vital parts of his throat.

Before Cang Shuilan could catch his breath, he knew that the attack was inevitable. He shouted loudly, and his body-protecting energy instantly rose to its peak. He grabbed the strings with both hands, and Bailongqin stood up in the air, blocking most of his body.

There was a loud bang, and the Paulownia piano body had been pierced. Two leg bones were stripped of flesh, covered in blood, and came out from the back of the piano!

Cang Shuilan hurriedly twisted his arms and made a round shape on the piano body. Chang Sihao couldn't hold it anymore. He let go of his wrist and his two legs were thrown into the sky.

The two of them each took a step back, their bodies returned to stillness, their eyes met, motionless as a mountain.

The moonlight shines through the hole in the piano body and prints two round bright spots on Cang Shuilan's black robe.
Chapter completed!