"Are you Huang Dong's descendant? A remnant of that time?"

Ghost Saint Sheng Ling looked at Huang Xuemei with a gloomy face, with a mixture of surprise and joy in his eyes, and then he said with a sinister smile: "Haha, you're good to come. There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell for you to break in. Today is the day to eradicate the root cause.

, I want the Tianmo Qin, and I want to kill people too!”

"Yes, we will never make the mistake we made back then. The Tianmo Qin harms the martial arts world and must be eradicated!"

Ancestor Liehuo said bitterly.

"Why are you wasting so much time talking to her?"

The other people are now staring at the Tianmo Qin in Huang Xuemei's arms, their eyes are burning, and they want to take it for themselves.

Huang Xuemei held the harp on her knees, plucking the strings with her fingertips, her eyes showing disdain.

"Today, everyone is here, let me see how you kill them and how you take them!"

Su Qing stood alone on the side and smiled softly: "I said, it's just a piano, but there are five of you, how can you divide it?"

Dongfang Bai glanced at him.

"Since Qin is not with you, why not join forces with us and kill this remnant of the Huang family first, and then we can determine the ownership of Tianmo Qin?"

Poison Hand Rakshasa He Qinghua agreed: "Yes, Zunjia's martial arts has reached the first level in the world, and those who understand current affairs are heroes. Why not join forces with us, and you will have a share of the benefits when the time comes!"

The smile on Su Qing's face became even bigger. "You are a group of capricious villains. I'm afraid that if the descendants of the Huang family die, it will be my turn next, right?"

"If you don't agree, you will die now!"

The six-fingered man in yellow clothes and white hair said something lukewarm.

Su Qing glanced at him sideways, and said with a warm smile: "That's alright, I'll just tell you. Anyway, I don't intend to let you six sects survive in the world. After today, I will also kiss those who are not dead."

When you reach the mountain gate, you have to level them one by one. It’s a bunch of scourges. What’s the point of keeping them? It’s ridiculous to confuse right and wrong!”

"I still lack the foundation of martial arts, I hope your six sects will not disappoint me!"

Although these words were spoken casually, the content contained an air of arrogance and domineering that could not be concealed.

"I'm not ashamed to say it, but today I want to see who lives and who dies!"

The Ghost Saint Shengling screamed strangely, but before he could get angry, six earth-shattering piano sounds sounded in his ears, like rocks exploding, like thunder and fire bursting out of thin air, and all six people on the lake, including Su Qing, shouted anxiously and jumped to the ground.

The bamboo raft that the six people were standing on suddenly exploded.

The sonorous sound of the piano suddenly turns violent.

The terrifying energy was like ripples, spreading out from the piano wire under Huang Xuemei's finger and covering the six people. Huge splashes of water immediately appeared on the lake.

Just a moment.

The six people seemed to have been hit by a huge force of hundreds of kilograms, and they flew backwards one after another.

When the music of the piano reached their ears, several people felt as if their minds were about to fly and their consciousness was getting blurred.

The tip of Su Qing's sword rippled and flipped in the air, but after the explosion, bamboo knots floated on the lake. The skills of these people were the best here, and their movements were light and agile. They only used their strength on the floating objects, as if they were walking on the flat ground.

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He twisted his body and landed on one foot like a golden rooster, resting firmly on a piece of broken bamboo, rising and falling with the waves.

But as soon as he landed, he felt a frightening wind blowing next to him.

The wind in the palm roared loudly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an old man in yellow robe.

Mr. Six Fingers.

Su Qing raised his arm and slashed horizontally with his sword. The sword energy scattered the force of his palm.

"Haha, the enemy dares to seek misfortune on me in front of me, maybe he thinks I'm easy to bully?"

With one palm slashed out, Mr. Six Fingers yelled and raised another palm. His palms were like waves, one palm covering the other. The palm force was like a big wave in a river, overwhelming mountains and seas, rushing towards Su Qing, and for a while the morning mist stirred up.

"Then I'll give you a ride!"

As she poured out her words, Su Qing swung her green clothes and pointed the tip of her sword diagonally across the lake. The light of the sword was bright and she immediately saw a curtain of water rising up from the lake.

With an astonishing palm strike, the water curtain immediately exploded into mist that filled the sky.

But when he looked again, Su Qing was nowhere to be seen behind the water curtain.

In the air, a person stood up like a dragon. The green light above the sword's edge suddenly rose, and the three-foot green edge suddenly aroused a crisp trembling sound, like a stream of autumn water pouring straight down. The sword was in front, and the knife was behind. The shadow of the knife was like a flower.

, almost like shallow dreams.

The sword makes the sword move, the sword makes the sword move.

The sound of the piano is still lingering. In this battle, he not only has to decide the outcome with these five people, but also with Huang Xuemei.

The sword deviated, the sword moved strangely, the morning fog still lingered, Su Qing's clothes were flying, above the sword, two rainbow lights, one green and one white, flickered, and in the blink of an eye, a crescent moon-like trace was drawn in the air, towards Mr. Six Fingers

Attack.

This guy just thought that he was easy to control and that he didn't have to fight to the death with Huang Xuemei, but he didn't know that he was the first to die.

Apart from boats and boats, the only places on the lake that can draw strength are these floating objects, which restrict their movement and hinder their tossing and turning.

Seeing Su Qing attacking from the air, Mr. Six-Finger roared loudly. "Take my six-finger hand seal!"

The tendons of his right palm suddenly stretched, and the flesh and blood turned from red to black, as if it had doubled in size. He made a seal with his palm in front of Su Qing, and he immediately saw a huge handprint that was condensed out of thin air in the scattered water mist.

Come out from below and give a palm with all your strength.

Su Qing raised her eyebrows, and the three-foot green blade in her hand condensed sharply. The light of the sword was condensed into one. The moment the opponent took out his palm, the tip of the sword had already touched the palm of his hand.

"bass!"

When the two met, the tip of the sword and the fleshy palm were in a stalemate, as if the object being stabbed was not flesh and blood, but stone, gold, iron, or fine steel.

One person leaned forward and flew down, while another person floated on the waves.

The long sword trembled slightly, without any crispness, but instead had a kind of overwhelmed muteness.

When the six-fingered old man saw that his palm was so powerful, he laughed loudly. "You are unlucky to encounter my hands!"

"Is it?"

Su Qing's five fingers spread out sharply, only to see that the sword blade quickly became extremely translucent, as if it were made of jasper. The cold light that was constantly blowing out from it now converged like a line, condensing on the tip of the sword, and became as thin as a finger.

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With a twist of his wrist, he lowered his palm and lifted the sword into a whirl.

The six-fingered old man's smile faltered, but he saw a blood hole suddenly opened in the palm of his hand, and the tip of a sword came out of his palm.

"ah!"

He roared loudly, intending to strike again.

Su Qing's face was expressionless, and the light of the sword in his left hand had already been slashed at the head. It entered from the center of his eyebrows and came out from the two buttocks. The light of the cold sword was as cold as ice and passed by in one stroke.

The eyes of the six-fingered old man dimmed instantly, a line of blood quickly emerged between his eyebrows, and the two halves of his body fell silently into the lake.

He looked at his sword.

Su Qing didn't raise his eyes, but his left hand shook. The knife in his hand flew straight towards a gloomy figure in the distance, which was the ghost saint Shengling.

"court death!"

A poisonous palm strike was struck.

The steel knife broke several pieces instantly.

Now that her enemies are all in front of her, Huang Xuemei becomes murderous, her fingers have formed numerous afterimages, and the strings of her piano quiver and fly, shocking the Taihu Lake. Even the fish in the lower reaches of the lake vomit blood mist and float one after another with white bellies.

On the lake, there were a series of shocking explosions.

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

The vast sound of the piano is captivating and captivating. When played, it is like the tune of killing. When ordinary people are in it, they feel as if there are thousands of troops and horses galloping towards them. Even Su Qing's eyesight goes black.

Even the disciples of various sects on the shore were affected and fell limply to the ground.

"Old Liehuo, help me!"

The sound of the piano reached their ears, and the remaining people spurted blood from their mouths and noses. Sheng Ling roared, but they saw Patriarch Liehuo, He Qinghua, and Dongfang Bai pressing their palms against their backs, converging their own skills on Sheng Ling.

The old ghost took a long breath, and his green and white face turned purple. Then after all the energy was accumulated, his withered gray hair instantly exploded into the sky, shaped like a fierce ghost, and let out an earth-shattering scream at Han Xuemei and Su Qing.

"Ah~"

Howling ghosts.

Stinging eardrums.

The birds in the sky exploded one after another, turning into blood mist, and the fish swimming in the water turned into minced meat.

Two sound-killing methods collided through the air.

Su Qing felt bad, then her eyesight went dark, as if someone had hit her with a sap, and her body swayed.

"Wow!"
To be continued...