Jiang Shaoyun is waiting.

Amidst the carnage like a tsunami, the persistence of a piano is extremely fragile. Everyone's life is only maintained by these seven thin strings. It seems that at any time, the sound of the piano will be cut off due to the strong overturning between the fingers.

But as long as the sound of the piano is not cut off, any action taken by the Holy Envoy in White is just seeking death.

Isn’t it that Chu Tao is hurting himself?

But gradually, Jiang Shaoyun seemed to have lost his patience in waiting. "Why bother?" He waved his hand, and all attacks stopped.

But Chu Tao's music did not stop, nor did he give Jiang Shaoyun any more response.

Jiang Shaoyun heard the strange movement outside the courtyard wall. It was the sound of the swordsmen of the Zhuyu Sword Sect regrouping. Jiang Shaoyun looked at the light of the torches on the street, surprised and surprised. There was no commander, no one giving orders, but he could stand in the dark

They all lined up in formation, advancing and retreating in a very orderly manner, attacking from both front and back in unison.

Didn't they leave long ago? Jiang Shaoyun was surprised. Moreover, it was Chu Tao who gave the order and got Young Master Qin's permission to let them leave! Chu Tao was shaking his head leisurely and smiling bitterly.

Xie Junhe Duan will not let these people go away. With the Purple Jade Order on him, Chu Tao can't control what he likes. This kid smells something strange, how dare he let Chu Tao be here alone?

So the swordsmen wandered around on the road and came back. Although the power outside the wall was weak, it was at least a containment.

"This old guy Liu Siren!" Jiang Shaoyun recognized this old rival. In Chu Yuan's time, he had a Shura sword and vowed to kill all the unjust people in the world. After Chu Yuan's death, he suddenly changed his name and temperament.

The green bag was carried with him, and the pot was hung to help the world, and no one saw him killing any living beings. At this moment, the Shura Sword actually appeared in the sky again, and a wave of blood appeared.

The holy envoy in white was caught off guard and was attacked from both sides. He complained for a while.

"Good boy, no wonder Konoha has not closed his eyes even though he died." Jiang Shaoyun said to himself bitterly. He figured out why the attacks of these swordsmen were so orderly: the orders and prohibitions were actually all in the sound of the piano. Because at this moment, he could command them.

There is only Chu Tao, and the only one who can give orders and convey messages is the sound of the piano in his hand.

But how on earth was it done? Jiang Shaoyun was puzzled.

Guess, Chu Tao, a seemingly quiet and idle person, has only been thinking about these seven strings and this piece of music for half a year! So God also favored him, and finally let him discover the mystery. Jiang Shaoyun regretted not playing in Fenghuo

Lingli immediately got rid of Chu Tao. At that time, he still had the intention to drag Chu Tao into his camp one day. But at this moment, he finally understood that Chu Tao would fight him to the death.

"So... we have no choice but to break the net." Jiang Shaoyun raised his hand slightly, and the white-clothed envoys resumed their offensive posture. He looked at the silent Chu Tao leisurely: "It is a pity that such a unique tune will never be heard again after tonight.

..." The long river chants, a soul-stealing song, he really saw it tonight. If this song exists, it will always be a terrible threat. Since it cannot be truly obtained, the only choice is to let it disappear forever.

Jiang Shaoyun raised his hand, silver light burst out from the bamboo stick, and the hula-la-la grass and trees danced wildly in the strong wind.

The energy of the strings and the energy of the sword collided violently. Everyone was on the verge of falling.

But there was a bang like thunder, and with the sad sound, the string was broken in Chu Tao's hand. A stubborn smile broke out on the dark face, and in an instant, scarlet blood spattered several feet from his mouth. In the breeze

, the white figure softened and fell to the sky.

Like a white eagle with broken wings, it withers tragically.

The sound of the piano was so powerful that it seemed as if the whole world turned dark for a moment.

It suddenly came to a standstill, and all attacks and noises were buried in the collapsing gray mist.
Chapter completed!