The blind pianist tweaked his fingers, and the sound of the piano was gushing. It was clearly a full moon night, and the snow in the yard was shining. Ordinary people were able to see things.

But Du Qi felt that the light in front of him became dizzy and his mind became dizzy.

In his blurry sight, a light white figure appeared in front of him, walking slowly towards him, his face was blurred, but Du Qi thought from the bottom of his heart that this person was the one he had killed and was here to avenge him.

With his elbows bent, a rush of heat emerged, sweeping towards the shallow white figure.

Du Qi's eyes are full of evil light. If you can kill you once, you can kill you again.

The air bursts due to heat waves.

A faint light of fire broke out in the dark night.

When the fierce palm power was about to attack Qianbai's figure, the figure suddenly burst into pieces. The shallow white figure was incredibly fast and avoided Du Qi's palm power that he must have.

At this time, the bald head slashed out with a slash, and there seemed to be only the sound of a knife in the world, and there was no other.

A powerful sword actually hit the light white figure who dodged away.

The power and skills of this knife are enough to make people amazed.

Du Qi couldn't help but cheer.

But soon, Du Qi and the other two monks showed extremely surprised expressions.

It turned out that this sword divided the shallow white figure into two, and then it became two shallow white figures. They attacked the bald head in two directions.

The bald man cut off the two shallow white figures in half with another knife.

This time the simple white figure is divided into four.

Du Qi felt cold in his heart, and then said, "Brother Lu, Brother Liang, this must be an illusion. Let's go and kill the piano master."

The monks surnamed Lu and the monks surnamed Liang responded, and the iron umbrella spread out and the sword chanted endlessly.

The iron umbrella rose into the sky and then fell at high speed.

It's like a comet, and its target is the blind pianist on the roof.

The sword light shook the sky like a long rainbow, and it was necessary to swallow the blind pianist.

The blind pianist showed a hint of ridicule in his numb expression.

His fingers quickly tweaked the strings of the piano, as if flowing water was coming out, and the iron umbrella seemed to be trapped in the turbulent flow, and it was no longer difficult to gather strength and swayed left and right in the air.

The sword light also sank in the flowing water, making it difficult to exert its power.

Du Qi pushed the ground with his feet, his body shot up, and his palms looked like red soldering irons, breaking through the invisible flowing water in the void.

Two big iron-like palms headed towards the blind zither's sky cover.

The blind zither flashed, the roof immediately clattered, and a large roof tiles fell.

At the same time, the shallow white figure around the bald head slowly disappeared.

The bald head stood with his knife closed, just gasping for breath.

Xu Qingteng said: "Hurry up and solve them, I want to ask Gu Qing where he has gone."

The blind pianist stepped on a tiles on the roof and said lightly: "Then I won't play with them."

The sound of the piano sounded again, and it was still the song just now, but it became much more rapid in an instant, and many light white figures appeared.

They shuttled through the bodyguards who were lying on the ground, and every time they passed, their figures condensed.

Du Qi obviously felt that his bodyguards were dying one by one.

"Yellow Spring Song, seeking life."

The cold and ruthless voice of the blind pianist sounded.

Footprints appeared in the snow, and white figures slowly and firmly headed towards Du Qi and others.

In an instant, seven or four people were swallowed up by the white figure.

The sword, sword, umbrella, palm, and all kinds of sounds of energy are endless.

The white shadows dispersed and gathered again, gathered and dispersed again.

Du Qi and others felt that their physical strength was being consumed constantly, but when the white figure touched them, they all felt that their bodies were frozen and their movements became slower and slower.

Whenever they were about to escape, there were three or five white figures in front of them, which made them have no hope of escaping and could only be exhausted a little bit.

At the same time, the sound of the piano was like a silk thread, hanging from their hearts.

As the tone of the piano grew, their heartbeat also accelerated.

The physical strength is also passing faster and faster.

Sweat fell into the snow.

The bald man calmly said, "Master, I'll kill you, you can go."

After he finished speaking, his entire aura became extremely fierce, and the evil aura burst out in an instant, and his body was covered with a layer of black smoke, and there seemed to be flames burning inside.

"Rien evil!"

The blind pianist said in surprise.

I saw a black sword energy slashing forward.

The yard was filled with violent wind, and the blind pianist's sleeves were blown away.

That sword is like slashing a river.

The obstructed white figure was unstoppable.

Clear out a way to escape.

Du Qi didn't have time to say thank you and escaped towards the life path opened by the bald head.

But suddenly, the sound of the piano became infinitely high.

His heart thumped to the limit.

I could no longer help but spewed out the blood, and felt that all my energy dissipated with the mouth of blood, my body lying on the cold snow, and my heart became extremely cold.

The bald man sat down calmly and inserted the knife in front of him. The corners of his mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears were bleeding continuously, but he didn't take it seriously, clasped his hands tightly, sat quietly, and seized the time to gather his internal energy.

The monks surnamed Lu and Liang were both like Du Qi, spitting out large mouths of blood and stumbled on the ground, making it difficult to have the power to fight again.

The blind pianist didn't care about the bald head's movements and smiled and said, "You four are not as good as one Li Jingfei, which disappoints me a little."

Du Qi said hatefully: "Give me some fun."

The blind pianist said to Xu Qingteng without commenting, "What do you say?"

Xu Qingteng said: "You can deal with the people you defeat."

The blind zither said: "It's a pity to kill it, so it's better to let me become a zither slave."

Du Qi said: "I will not give you this opportunity. My life will not be left to you as a blind man."

The blind pianist gently plucked the strings. Du Qi originally planned to bite off his tongue, but it seemed as if he had been imposed on a fixed body, and his body could no longer perform any movement.

The blind zither said leisurely: "Your life is mine now. If you want to live or die, what you say doesn't count, but what I say does not count."

The monks surnamed Lu and the monks surnamed Liang couldn't help but sigh.

If it falls into the hands of such people, life is really worse than death.

The bald head's eyes were hanging down, and his hands, which had been tightly clenched, seemed to have accepted his fate.

Du Qi was also in despair, and he thought to himself: "Brother Gu, don't come back."

But he immediately fell into deeper despair.

"Who does your life give you, what you say is not the limit."

Du Qi heard Gu Qing's voice.

He was very reluctant to hear this voice now because he knew very well that the strength of the blind pianist had not been fully demonstrated.

What's more, there is a more unfathomable Xu Qingteng next to it.

No matter how mysterious Gu Qing is, can he really deal with these two people?

For the Du Qi, this is almost impossible.

Now that Gu Qing is coming back, he is dying for nothing.

He opened his mouth desperately, trying to say something to let Gu Qing go. For him, Gu Qing was a life-saving grace, and today's disaster was irreversible, so why bother with Gu Qing again?

"Walk."

Du Qi finally said only one word, and he blew up blood into the snow. He felt that his whole body was boiling and his blood would be boiling and he would die suddenly on the spot without leaving it.

An ice needle was inserted into Du Qi's spiritual acupoint, and a cool feeling rushed into Du Qi's body in an instant, like a basin of cold water calming Du Qi's boiling blood. His life was temporarily saved.

On the roof, Gu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, and a little crow stood on his shoulder, looking at everything in the yard with a calm expression.

Although his clothes were extremely torn at this time, they gave people a sense of elegance that was beyond the world.

It is unignorable, but it is elusive.

The blind zither said sternly: "Who are you?"

"Gu Qing."
Chapter completed!