Longmen Mountain.

In mourning, the heroes on the mountain are all powerful. How they live and how they die is beyond their control.

On the mountain peak, the Qinglong flag buzzed and whirred.

There are many members of the Qinglong Society, and they are guarding the main roads up and down the mountain. If one does not reach the peak of Qinggong, he is like a person who rides the waves, climbs the clouds and rides the wind, and is destined to be unable to escape with his wings.

So no one can escape, and no one dares to escape.

Today's meeting was launched with such an astonishing momentum. Who didn't think that various sects and forces could suppress the "Qinglong Society", curb its power, and even capture Su Qing alive and leave Shangguan Jinhong behind?

The huge wealth has been divided up, and I want to witness a grand event.

The success or failure of a sect is not only determined by martial arts, but also by its heritage, foundation, and money. As the saying goes, a penny can't make a hero. These people keep saying that they uphold the right path and have lived in the mountains for a long time to practice hard.

Even if you have practiced martial arts to perfection, and you have no money, your incense will still be cut off, your disciples will wither, and everyone is still greedy for enjoyment. If you can have good clothes and good food, who wouldn't want it.

Among them are the true secrets left behind by countless people in the "Huiyan Peak" battle in Hengshan in the past. These are priceless treasures that everyone will envy, and even the hundreds of years of knowledge of the Qinglong Society.

The wishful thinking was pretty good.

But now, under the sound of the piano, it is really devastating, without any suspense. It is dead and broken. Who could have imagined that this conference that everyone has been looking forward to will have such an outcome.

It was said that Di Qinglin was instructing the gang members to gather all the forces. Even when he looked at the broken and broken corpses in front of him, his heart became cold. He only felt a kind of affection for the man who used to speak softly and have a gentle expression.

Deep fear and apprehension.

It can be said that he just takes it easy and does not take any action, and he uses thunderous means to do so.

It seems that that person always surprises and even horrifies people in a different way every time. His methods are endless, and no one knows who will shock the world next time by what means.

"What? You still want to resist?"

He put his hands behind his back and looked at the remaining seriously injured people, including Jing Wuming, Guo Songyang, and Hu Bugui.

"Ahem, since they have been defeated, why not let them go!"

As he coughed, Li Xunhuan climbed down a steep wall with a wine bottle in hand.

He is begging for mercy.

But even if he didn't ask for permission, Di Qinglin didn't dare to be careless when he appeared. What's more, there was Old Man Tianji beside him and some people who had not taken action. The old Taoist priest from Wudang Zhenwu had not taken action yet.

Xiao Siwu had already seen it and his whole body was trembling with excitement. He wanted to become famous, and he didn't like Xiao Li Feidao even more. But now, after seeing Su Qing's invincible methods, he developed a kind of fanaticism towards this gang leader.

He felt that Su Qing understood him, recognized him, and even supported him. Therefore, anyone who dared to violate the Qinglong Society was his enemy.

Peacock was also there, his martial arts skills were so low that he was almost non-existent, but even if he didn't know martial arts, he only moved a little step forward, and old man Tianji couldn't help but grimace; he was holding a dry cigarette in one hand, and the other was carrying a

The hand behind him has been taken out at this moment, and it is holding an indescribable thin steel rod, but it is unknown how rare and rare it is. The body of the rod is as green as jade, and the length of the eyebrows.

As soon as the thin rod came out, everyone present felt like they had hope to see each other again.

"Tianji Bang? Old Man Tianji?"

There is also Ah Fei. He is still not famous in the world, but he can already stand side by side with Li Xunhuan and Old Man Tianji, which undoubtedly explains a lot.

"Let them go, Mr. Su will definitely agree. After all, he never worries about the life or death of the loser!" Sun Xiaohong looked at the tense situation in the field and said cautiously: "The Demon Sect's eastward advance is imminent. When the time comes, these

The mainstay of the martial arts world will be of great use!"

It is only said that the two sides are discussing the stalemate among themselves.

Across the Yi River.

But suddenly there was a loud roar rising into the sky.

"ah!"

This long roar was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, thunder from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

This was Su Qing's voice. Although he was still calm and deep, those who were familiar with him knew that he had encountered a formidable enemy.

How is this possible? The man who restrained all the heroes on Longmen Mountain actually encountered a mysterious enemy at this moment.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound, and quickly turned their eyes, and saw two figures above Xiangshan Mountain, under the clear sky, one green and one white like a dragon flying in the clouds, flying cranes soaring into the sky, soaring into the sky.

One person palmed the purple light for a great victory, and the other held the harp and took action. The wind blew the leaves under the palm, and it only flew four to five feet into the air. The two of them had already exchanged palms in the air. The waves broke the shore with one palm, and the clear sky suddenly roared with thunder.

The energy was so strong that even people on the other side of the bank could hear it clearly and clearly. The rivers were shaken to the point of losing their voices and the mountains were horrified.

"Ah? This is the big purple yang hand from the Demon Sect's magical power of suppressing the yin and yang to conquer the Great Compassion!" Sun Baifa's eyes widened as he spoke out word by word.

"Demon Cult!"

Surprises spread.

Sun Bai made a move and was about to move towards him. To find out what was going on, he saw that the two men, after striking in the air, each rested like a flying feather on the top of Xiangshan Mountain. Far ahead, it looked like there were two statues of gods standing on the top of the mountain.

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"Wait a minute, he hurts people with the sound of the piano, and he has not yet reached the state of transformation. If he goes there, he may be tied up!"

Di Qinglin scolded.

As soon as he finished speaking, the music of the piano began to sound from the top of the mountain in the distance. It was faster and deeper than before. It was like a sword cutting rocks and lightning striking the earth. It made people lose their consciousness and lose their mind and blood.

Difficult to stabilize.

"Haha, look how I can break your piano sound!"

Startled with laughter.

Everyone saw the mysterious man who was fighting with Su Qing. He said something to himself and kept laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

He seemed to have gone crazy or crazy. He raised his head and laughed wildly, his white hair flying upside down. He then raised his left hand to draw a virtual circle in front of himself, gathered Qi in his palm, and pushed Su Qing far away.

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The purple light is like the sun, and it is struck out from the palm.

Crazy laughter spread everywhere, causing the roaring wind to sound like a lion roaring and a tiger roaring. On the mountains, the frightened birds and beasts scattered in panic, and the rocks trembled.

"Hahaha--"

"hiss!"

On Longmen Mountain, countless people took a breath of cold air.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

Sun Baifa's face was solemn, and he said solemnly: "There are thousands of wonderful skills in the world, but we know only a few. Buddhism has the unique skill of lion roaring. It is said that the great monks who have achieved great success in practice have great power with every word they speak.

It can conquer heretics and has the power to subjugate demons!"

"This demon sect originated from the West and has a close relationship with Buddhism. I am afraid that what this person performed is a stunt similar to the lion's roar. Su Qing used the sound of the piano to kill people, and this person also used sound waves to compare. This is where he met his opponent.

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On the distant mountain, two figures were more than ten feet apart.

While laughing wildly at the sound of the piano, the two of them fought in the air, raising their fingers to pluck the strings, and the strings vibrated. The energy was like wind and blades. One vibration was a ray of sharpness, and the eight strings vibrating together were eight rays of sharpness. Su Qing

One hand holds the piano, and the other hand has turned into endless finger shadows, and it can only be played so many times in an instant.

But his opponent is also extraordinary.

Bai Yujing has broken his right arm, but his left hand has actually mastered such a set of shocking palm skills. He pushes his hands and passes his palms, with an endless supply of palm power, and his purple intention splashes into the sky, transforming into a purple cloud.

Between the two, there was a collision of sharp palms, wild laughter and entangled music, and the internal force of the energy rushed violently, like a turbulent wave against a raging wave. For a moment, the wind suddenly rose, and the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and trees were all affected by the residual energy, causing shocking explosions and explosions.

"Su Qing's internal strength has been depleted before. Now after fighting for a long time, I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic!"

Li Xunhuan frowned.

As soon as he finished speaking, something changed on the field.

"Dang!"

Amidst the sound of the piano, a subtle crisp sound suddenly appeared.

If you suffer, break a string.

On Longmen Mountain, several people have bad thoughts.

But I saw Su Qing's left hand suddenly dragging, breaking the string and then picking it up, and his right hand hooking and lifting, twisting the eight strings into one, and the eight notes penetrated the heart.

"Whoosh~"

The sound of the piano suddenly changes strangely, the brilliance flows, and the power surges.

With his energy fluctuating, Bai Yujing stopped laughing wildly and shouted: "Okay!"

The purple light in his left hand skyrocketed, and the floating leaves all over his body turned into powder. Without any explanation, he struck out a palm from the air, and the palm energy met the energy energy.

"boom!"

All eight strings on Su Qing's piano suddenly broke in unison, one after another.

At the bottom of the mountain, Di Qinglin and others have rushed over.

But Bai Yujing has long since disappeared, and so has the young man.

"How about it?"

he asked.

Su Qing didn't say anything, but the xylophone body in his hand was melting bit by bit in the wind like spring snow. It was shaken into wood powder and scattered with the wind. He raised his fingers to take a few strings. Su Qing looked down at it.

Silently, his tightly pursed mouth suddenly opened, and a wisp of bright red blood flowed down silently in an instant.

He looked at his left hand again, and the transparent palm actually had a hint of purple, as if it was painted with purple paint.

With five fingers clenched, Su Qing put his hands behind his back, raised his feet and walked down the mountain, saying calmly:
Chapter completed!