The void was distorted by an immense force, and a water mirror as black as ink stood erect on an unassuming back mountain among the peaks of Taiyi!
The simple black and white robe led a seemingly elegant young man to step out gracefully from the dark water mirror!
Stepping on the soft grass, the water mirror behind him that changed like ink suddenly disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye. The elegant young man stared at the beautiful scenery with a smile.
In the open space in front of the elegant young man, a graceful figure in a purple dress fluttered. She looked like a delicate and beautiful fairy. She looked at the Taiyi peaks in the distance, as if she was not aware of the strange thing behind her!
The graceful and exquisite figure of the purple figure carries a long green guqin on her back, looking lonely in the breeze on the top of the mountain.
If at this time, a Taiyi disciple were present and saw the green guqin behind the purple figure, he would definitely be shocked from ear to ear!
According to legend!
Among the founders of Taiyi, there was an unparalleled founder who carried the Guqin Spirit Soldier.
The guqin only has five strings, and its workmanship is extremely rough. It looks like an ordinary qin, but this is something that only all Taiyi disciples know.
Since Taiyi founded the sect, he has passed down three Qinxuan to his descendants!
They are three-leaf guqin, five-leaf guqin, and seven-leaf guqin————
Although they are called by their names, every Taiyi disciple knows that the three-leaf guqin and the seven-leaf guqin are not as simple as their names superimposed on green leaves!
The elegant young man looked sideways slightly and stared intently at the guqin behind the purple silhouette. If his judgment was correct, that guqin should be a spiritual weapon handed down from one of Taiyi's ancestors. It was the legendary Taiyi instrument thousands of years ago.
An ancestor of B made the original harp by "cutting branches to make a harp and using green leaves as strings".
The strongest guqin is the seven-leaf guqin, which is the "King's Soldier". It is said to have seven strings, and each leaf represents a harp. Every time the seven-leaf guqin appears, it will cause a bloody battle in the underworld.
The appearance and depression, wandering in the dark world for thousands of years, finally disappeared completely?
Since the strongest king's soldiers have long since disappeared in Taiyi's thousands of years of decline, only the five-leaf guqin and the three-leaf guqin are left in Taiyi.
Although it is not as good as the real king's soldiers, there is no doubt about the power of the five-leaf guqin.
The breeze was caressing, and a man with wild white hair appeared strangely behind the elegant young man, looking at the two people in front of him calmly.
The rather powerful crystal spear on his back was still tightly attached to his back. He stood in the breeze, with his wild white hair floating freely in the breeze. The three people's eyes felt strangely out of place.
One person stared at the other person's back, silent and speechless.
The three of them seemed to have made an agreement, standing quietly on the top of the mountain as dusk fell, letting the golden and soft sunshine pour on each of them, and no one said a word first.
"Chichi" A few fallen leaves were gently blown to the ground by the breeze, and a figure appeared quietly behind the three of them.
The person who came was an older man. The man's figure was thin, his eyebrows were raised, his face was slightly pale, and his bloodshot and bright eyes revealed a deep exhaustion, like a cushion.
He was like a crouching beast, exuding a bloodthirsty energy. Bloodthirsty and sinister became synonymous with this thin man's appearance and temperament.
"Have you arrived so early? It seems that everyone hasn't arrived yet——" The thin man was obviously very happy to see the three of them, and his eyes were filled with a scarlet smile.
"What is your relationship with her? Why do you have her guqin?" The white-haired man ignored the words of the thin man behind him, his eyes filtered out the elegant young man in front, and his powerful energy locked on the purple figure in the front, tightly
pressed to ask.
"……………………"
The beautiful purple figure stood calmly on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the distance with her graceful figure, motionless, with only her long purple skirt swaying in the wind, without answering the white-haired man.
"You..." A powerful wave flowed through the tall body of the white-haired man, and he took a step forward with the body of a dragon and the steps of a tiger. No one dared to ignore his existence like this, regardless of whether it was because of his responsibilities and combat prowess.
The reason is that very few people dare to so directly disobey his speech.
"…………………………"
"Oh, do you need me to ask for you?" The elegant man crossed his arms, stood aside, and looked at the tense atmosphere between the two people with a smile.
"Hmph..." The white-haired man saw the gentle smile of the elegant young man beside him. He suppressed the anger in his heart and took two steps back with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Yilei, call Zilin back! You don't want her to get involved in our fight." The elegant young man looked at the energetic figure and said softly.
"Zi Lin?" The white-haired man standing behind him trembled slightly, with a frown on his face. He looked at the purple figure in the front in surprise, then turned back and looked at the elegant young man with disbelief on his face.
"You guys? Zilin is still in Mingqi Peak???"
The purple figure did not move, still standing quietly in front of her, as if everything in the world was of no concern to her.
The thin man and the elegant young man looked at each other, and chuckled slightly as they looked at the man with wild white hair.
"You...how could you drag her in? You..."
The white-haired man looked around stupidly at the elegant young man and the thin man, then suddenly turned back and looked at the purple figure in the front;
"I know you, you are Zi Lin's master? Why didn't you help her and dragged her into your dispute..."
The last thin man shook his head, with a smile on his pale face, and his bloodthirsty energy was well hidden. He looked at the white-haired man with a serious expression and said: "Did we drag her in? As long as
No one in Taiyi can escape this catastrophe."
The faint blood on the white-haired man's chest attracted the thin man's cold gaze. The thin man quietly looked at the white-haired man's wounds, showing a hungry expression, and kept licking the corners of Xieyi's mouth.
Regarding this scene, the gentle and elegant face of the elegant young man did not seem to say anything.
He didn't seem to care much about this group of subordinates, who had mixed seniority and had weird tempers, and could also be said to be allies, and allowed the atmosphere on the scene to become more and more stalemate...
"Hmph...you, do you want to die??" The white-haired man looked back and looked at the thin man's bloodthirsty eyes. Even though the anger just caused the wound, the pain made his brain dizzy.
But he still looked at the thin man coldly and deeply.
The thin man looked at the expression on the elegant young man's face, pursed his lips and said to the white-haired man: "Hey, it's nothing."
"If you can't stop the internal fighting, no matter which mountain she stays on in Taiyimen, the outcome is doomed." Maybe she is not good at words, but I have to say that the voice of the purple figure in the front is really nice, like the sound of nature.
"It's just that an unstoppable gear has started to rotate quietly three hundred years ago. This is not something we can decide." The gentle face of the elegant young man said softly, without any intention of giving up revenge.
Listening to the exchange between the two people in front, the white-haired man in the back had a ferocious look on his face. He suddenly remembered something and stared at the front with his eyes wide open. Suddenly the young man said: "What did you just say? What happened three hundred years ago,
What does that have to do with us? Why did you come to me? You..."
The thin man at the end looked at the crazy scene of the white-haired man and laughed sadly: "I'm sorry, you can't choose your life, and her life is also beyond your choice."
"That's enough!" The white-haired man suddenly opened his sharp eyes, and the resentment that had been accumulated for more than ten years in his chest turned into a faint neighing that merged with the light air around him.
The white robe on the chest was gradually infected by the scarlet liquid, and a bright and delicious smell was intoxicated by the thin man behind him. He looked greedily at the white-haired man with blood gradually flowing out of his chest.
The elegant young man in front felt the change in the atmosphere. His soft face did not become solemn at all due to the white-haired man's gradually increasing momentum. A faint smile appeared on the slightly curved corner of his mouth: "Don't forget the seal, your power is mine.
Given to you, if you can't control your emotions anymore, I think you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"I don't know what you are talking about... I don't understand why you are so cruel, but if you want to hurt her! I will kill you." The white-haired man roared angrily at the elegant young man in front of him.
They touched the very precious Ni Lin in his heart.
"Pa!" A heavy slap hit the white-haired man's face without any warning. The white-haired man covered his face in shock and looked at the thin man with a happy face.
"This slap is for the "boss" to wake you up! Don't forget the responsibilities on your shoulders. You are the guard of the evil palace and the warrior of Blood Cherry. You have the responsibility and obligation to spend your whole life guarding it.
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Instead of being obsessed with that damn woman, do you know how many people dream of this honor?" The thin man changed the bloodthirsty smile on his face and looked at the white-haired man solemnly,
And he said solemnly, word for word: "Remember your point! Guard, your body and soul do not belong to you, you are a proud member of the evil palace."
"I'm not!!" All the strength in the white-haired man's body seemed to burst out of his throat, and his strength exploded in the air.
"You are!" the thin man said with great certainty. He raised his solemn face and said with pride, "You should be proud of this identity!"
"Fuck your pride, die!" The white-haired man grabbed the collar of the thin man in front of him, wrapped his fist in extremely hot flames, and swung his fist towards the face of the thin man.
The white-haired man was stunned by the unreal piercing sensation as it passed through the thin head, looking at the phantom in disbelief.
"The speed of your punch is too slow and the force is too light. Is this the temperature? You might as well tickle me." The thin man's voice suddenly sounded behind the white-haired man, and let
The white-haired man was surprised that he couldn't feel any trace of the thin man moving??
The white-haired man turned around, and he saw the thin and piercing eyes, which declared his cold cruelty, and his gentle smile was like a bloodthirsty snake lurking in the dark.
"Let me teach you. Even if you have an extremely powerful body, you still have to learn how to punch. With your speed, you can only sit and wait for death." The thin man's cold voice was just like his smile.
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The white-haired man's head had just turned back, and he didn't have time to react! A huge soul-trembling pain came from his lower abdomen, and a cold iron fist had already hit his lower abdomen, followed by another wave of huge pain from his chest.
Come on, he had no resistance at all. He didn't even know where the other party was. He just felt a black stream of light flashing in front of his eyes. Even his powerful spiritual consciousness could not catch it, and he was easily used by this thin man at a speed.