The thunder spear in Jiang Haofeng's hand was blocked by a black Xiao-like weapon.
"Who is it? Sneaky?" Before the attack was successful, Jiang Haofeng felt the pain coming from the palm of his hand, took back the Thunder Spear, and took a few steps back.
After taking a few steps back, Jiang Haofeng became very serious, his eyes fixed on the deep pit on the ground. Maybe others didn't know it, but he himself knew very well that he had just struck with all his strength, and the thunder spear was like a thunderbolt.
Even if they are also four-fingered arrow disciples, they will pay a heavy price if they want to resist.
But unexpectedly, the powerful attack was casually deflected by the black weapon in front of him, which was a bit unbelievable.
"Hahaha, Prince Haofeng, long time no see."
In the deep pit of the earth, loud laughter could be heard, and soon a skinny figure was detected along the Xiaoqi. This person was wearing a light black cloak, with a few strands of silver-gray hair floating out of the cover. From this, it can be seen that he should be
The seventy-year-old old man said: "Prince Haofeng, we meet again..."
As he spoke, the man raised his palm holding Xiao Qi and pointed it at Jiang Haofeng. The palm was wrinkled, red and swollen in many places, and looked very rough, which made people feel sick when he saw it.
Taking a few steps back, Jiang Haofeng avoided the man's palm and struck him twice with serious eyes, but there was no impression in his mind: "Who are you?"
"Why, it's only been a few years and you don't recognize me anymore?"
"Don't come here. Who are you and why are you in my mother's tomb?" Jiang Haofeng shouted after taking a few steps back.
The man sneered, and immediately moved violently, like a ghost. The whole person turned into afterimages, appearing directly in front of Jiang Haofeng. He raised his hand slightly and moved his head. For a moment, half of his face was revealed.
The looming face looked very aged and decayed: "Prince Haofeng, do you think you are old and decayed?"
For a moment, before Jiang Haofeng could react, he looked at the wrinkled, dark-gray face in front of him, and his whole body trembled suddenly: "You...it's actually you?"
"Haha, okay, okay, Prince Haofeng still remembers it like an old man."
The old man was as dry as a loess, whether it was his skinny bones, his rough palms, or his gray-black, disgusting wrinkled face, he looked like a mummy.
But it was this mummy-like old man that made Jiang Haofeng's eyes widen, his whole body trembled violently, and then he kept backing away, looking very frightened, as if he had encountered a ghost: "It's actually you...It's actually you
...You are still alive? How is this possible?"
The old man in front of him, even if he turned into ashes, Jiang Haofeng could still recognize him. This man was Ma Zheng, the former first instrumentalist of the royal family.
The natural sound of the forest, graceful and empty, almost caused a sensation in the entire empire at that time.
But for Jiang Haofeng, this person was not just a famous instrumentalist. There was a deep connection between the two, especially the shocking burn scars on Ma Zheng's withered face, which made him unable to help himself.
I remember that night five years ago.
Jiang Haofeng will never forget a night five years ago. At that time, he was only fourteen years old. He was constantly practicing his cultivation in the palace of the capital. He wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible and investigate the person who framed his mother as soon as possible.
The real murderer wanted to avenge his mother.
The memory is very deep. That day, there were beautiful bursts of Xiao Xiu in the backyard of the Imperial Palace, which was full of sadness. Jiang Haofeng couldn't help but follow the sound.
When Jiang Haofeng found the source of the sound, Ma Zheng was sitting alone by the moat of the palace, holding an ancient Xiao in his hand and playing heart-shaking music.
The sound of the flute is full of tenderness, and there is also an indescribable softness and sentimentality, like the song of a lark. If you read it carefully, it is like the cry of a lonely ghost. It can't help but affect Jiang Haofeng's heart towards his mother.
The feeling of longing for her made the tears flow out uncontrollably.
Unexpectedly, just when he was indulged in ancient Xiao tunes and longing for his mother, the inexplicable sky-burning fire suddenly fell from the sky and struck down hard on the young Jiang Haofeng. The flames attacked quickly and fiercely, as if they were very hot.
It is a ferocious beast, constantly trying to swallow Jiang Haofeng alive.
At the moment when he thought he was certain to die, the sound of the flute echoed along the horizon. Ma Zheng actually stood in front of Jiang Haofeng, blocking the violent attack for him, and finally turned into ashes and completely dissipated.
"Uncle Ma Zheng...are you still alive? I clearly remember that you...aren't you already dead?" Looking at Ma Zheng in front of him, he swallowed hard. Jiang Haofeng now recalled the inexplicable incident five years ago.
The fire that burns the sky still makes me feel extremely scared, like a nightmare that I haven't woken up from for a long time. If Ma Zheng hadn't taken action, I'm afraid he would have been dead at this time.
Because of that inexplicable disaster, there was quite a stir in the palace, but even now, no one knows where the fire that burned the sky came from.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Prince Haofeng still remembers this old man. It's worth it, it's worth it." A loud and harsh laughter came from Ma Zheng's mouth, and then he slowly untied his cloak, revealing his skinny body.
When Ma Zheng's whole body was exposed, there were many burning scars all over his body, including his arms and face.
Looking at Ma Zheng in front of him, Jiang Haofeng's whole body was shaken. He still couldn't believe it. His heart was filled with shock and fear. What shocked him was that Ma Zheng was still alive. He had clearly seen with his own eyes that Ma Zheng was under the burning fire.
, turned into flying ashes all over the sky and disappeared into smoke.
As for the fear, it was the fear of the sea of fire that filled the sky and the feeling of being burned by the fire.
"What on earth is going on? Uncle Ma Zheng, why are you in my mother's tomb?" In shock, Jiang Haofeng's murderous intent disappeared and he couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Haofeng really couldn't bear any anger towards Ma Zheng. If Ma Zheng hadn't taken action, he would not be what he is now. He thanked Ma Zheng from the bottom of his heart and felt that he owed Ma Zheng, even if the latter still had
While alive, scars all over the body are inevitable.
The old Ma Zheng held a long Xiao in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, and showed a trace of stiff concern in his eyes: "It's all over, it's all over, Prince Haofeng, I am here just to wait for you, come here quickly,
Let me take a look, five years have passed, let me take a look."
Hearing this, Jiang Haofeng's eyes were also wet, and he took a few steps forward and let Ma Zheng hold him in his arms.
But for just such a moment, Jiang Haofeng didn't notice that Ma Zheng's lips twisted into an evil smile.
"Uncle Ma Zheng, what exactly happened? What happened to the fire that burned the sky?"
"The fire that burned the sky back then, cough cough cough..." Ma Zheng mentioned this and coughed hard several times. Then he suddenly raised one hand from Jiang Haofeng's back and made a very amazing move.
He stabbed Jiang Haofeng's chest violently: "The fire that burned the sky was just to kill you, hahaha, go to hell..."
Boom boom boom!!
Unexpectedly, when Ma Zheng's attack fell, there was a violent explosion and the space rippled. He was able to resist it, and then he heard a sweet woman's voice rising from a distance: "I've already seen that you old man is in trouble.
Well-intentioned, hehe, I didn’t expect him to be so cruel and ruthless.”