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The first thousand two hundred and seventy-ninth chapters

A middle-aged man laughed and said, "Miss Lan Xin, what you said is a bit absurd. The eldest lady is a disciple who was carefully taught by a powerful man of the Emperor level. She has unique qualifications in the piano. How could it be comparable to that of any person in the outside world?"

According to the Emperor's powerful man, Zhu Ling'er's qualifications must be above him, and her future achievements are limitless.

Maybe it is not impossible to reach the realm of the God Lord in one fell swoop and shine the universe.

"Hehe, that's right."

The girl Lan Xin smiled. Her sister's piano skills are indeed not comparable to those of ordinary people.

Wang Teng, a rude man, wanted to compete with her, which was too unrealistic.

She was just too surprised that Wang Teng understood the piano skills, so she asked this question.

She has admired her sister's piano sound since she was a child. Now she thinks Wang Teng is very charming, which makes a trace of blurred color appear in her sarcastic eyes.

Zhu Ling'er's pretty face was noble and cold. Looking at Wang Teng, she also felt a little interested, wanting to see how Wang Teng's piano skills were.

Bang! Changsun Guo was openly mocked by Wang Teng, and his face turned a little red and hot. The bastard dared to mock him and didn't want to live anymore.

"Boy, I underestimate you. Now let you know that I am really powerful."

At this moment, his eyes were so fierce that he decided not to hold back and to erase Wang Teng in the most shameful way to avenge his previous shame.

Especially when Wang Teng was playing the piano calmly there, he was even more angry. This was a kind of contempt for him.

"kill!"

At that moment, he shouted loudly, took out a black sword from his arms, swung it violently, and slashed it hard at Wang Teng's head.

The sword is made of unknown materials and is full of a heavy feeling.

Just as it was chopped down, the void was cut in half like a wave, causing huge waves to fly out, and the scene was spectacular.

The harsh killing sound also made many people cover their ears, looking painful and feeling uncomfortable.

The momentum of the battle knife is too strong, and the friction between the blade and the air makes people feel a little unbearable.

"Sacred Venerable Artifact?"

Zi Yue was surprised that this Saint Venerable Artifact was obviously much higher than Xia Wei's purple bowl, and it was a killing soldier, so it was even more powerful. At this moment, the pressure was indeed very strong when the knife slashed.

Even if it wasn't for her, she could feel a cold murderous aura, and her pink and pretty face felt a little numb.

Changsun Guoze smiled grimly.

He had to cut Wang Teng into two halves with one knife before he could feel happy.

Xia Wei also looked at him with anticipation.

Ding! However, at this time, Wang Teng sneered and was not moved at all. He picked up a string of the piano and made a cold killing sound. Then, a shiny big sword also appeared in the void, slashing towards the Changsun Kingdom's big sword.

This sword carries his energy and spirit, just like his original deity taking action, with vigorous power killing the world.

Moreover, the attack is sharper and trickier, making it hard to resist.

When! A metal collision sound came from the void, deafening, causing many bowls and cups on the table to explode one after another.

Then, a powerful force swept away, causing Changsun Guo to spew out a mouthful of blood in an instant, and he took four or five steps backwards, his face turned pale, and even a shocking gap appeared on the black sword blade.

"What?"
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