Just before Zi Hua was about to run towards the attacking green shadow, Heng Shen fell into the online net. The thin invisible threads instantly cut his limbs and flesh, and he sank uncontrollably towards the water. The pond water roared up instantly.
, swallowing up Hengshen's remaining limbs completely.
The weak Qingqing ran at the end, but only halfway through, he heard a faint "hissing" sound under his feet.
Looking far away, I saw a few chess pieces swaying in the whirlpool on the black jade and white light of the pool. After a while, they were swept to the bottom of the pool.
The dark white figure in the distance raised his hand, only to hear a few "crash" sounds. The distant waterline on the shore was full of archers, stringing their bows one by one. The bright black arrows reached to the center of the pool, and several people were shot.
The fox sisters surrounded the center of the water.
Zihua's iron pen stabs the air with a "clang clang" and cuts across it, standing horizontally towards the east.
Several other people immediately reacted, stepped into the formation of "Three Plum Blossoms", took action with their own magic weapons, and stood facing the archers of Shattered Qiong Forest.
This "Three Plum Blossoms" formation was created by Linghu Ziqin in order for Li Rong's disciples to unite outside and combine various techniques to meet the needs of the enemy's thousands of troops. Just remember the "Plum Blossoms"
"Nong" notation, whether it is three people and three movements, or hundreds of people and hundreds of battles, every time when rehearsing on the mountain, no matter how strong the wind or the sea, it is overwhelming and unstoppable.
Today's competition with Broken Qionglin was the first time that the "Three Plum Blossoms" were used at the foot of the mountain.
The two people from the north and the south leaned away slightly, allowing Qing Qing to stand on the southwest side. They all unanimously made a place for Heng Shen. The archers seized the gap and hurriedly took advantage of it. Dozens of crows pressed in.
Stainless steel arrows struck like raindrops.
Although Qing Qing was more than injured, he still took out the indestructible white jade flute and struck it from the left and right simultaneously, throwing away most of the incoming arrows. Suddenly, he saw the slender jade fingers on his right hand being passed horizontally, and a few waves of tinkling.
There was a faint sound of gurgling, and five or six short golden needles mixed in the long arrow were struck down by the silver needle in Qilang's hand in an instant.
Qilang's round, almond-shaped eyes were raised, and she was more than surprised when she saw Jiang Chenbi with red hair and white clothes, a gold hairpin and green hair, standing on the distant shore. He had lived in the mountains for a long time, and when he first came to Broken Qiong, he unexpectedly encountered the same good use.
A good hand with fine needles, he couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth and quietly buried the embroidery needle in the palm of his hand.
Seeing the golden needle of Shen Bi coming again, the silver light shone slightly under the blazing sun.
I saw the golden shadow in the front row rushing among the steel arrows, running straight towards Qilang's throat and face, but Qilang didn't move the needle, using her ten slender fingers as a dagger, and flicked the six silver needles in the palm of her hand,
He immediately tripped over the menacing golden needle and fell into the water.
Before Qilang could take a breath, the golden needles came again, and Qingqing threw away all the long arrows mixed inside and outside the needles. However, the golden needles roared in formation, and Qingqing panicked. Qilang smiled with crooked eyes.
He said: "See clearly!" Like a magic trick, there were more than a dozen of those golden needles. They came to Qilang and slowed down one by one. Then they lowered their heads and pierced them on their own.
In the pond.
Qingqing was shocked at first, then relaxed his shoulders and smiled slightly at his senior sister.
If it weren't for the fact that there were still archers watching from afar, Qingqing would have put down his wooden flute and applauded Qilang. Zihua glanced at Qilang from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but nod in his heart: "The girl has mastered the 'Smoke Slanting Needle'
Got it!"
Even Shen Bi looked at it from a distance and felt incredible. The beauty of Qilang's "Smoke Slanting Needle" is that the needle does not leave the hand, but it can be passed several feet away, which is quite like hunting a cow across the mountain.
During the ordinary embroidery work, Qilang, who was eight or nine years old, gradually learned to integrate with the needle and thread when she moved her hands. In addition, Ziqin often pointed and worked hard for ten years, and she was finally able to make the silver needle move.
The wind blows like smoke coming quietly, so it is called "Smoke and Slanting Needle".
At this moment, on the Xuantan, Qilang used the special skills he had learned from the thick threads on the cloth, and he was naturally able to do so with ease. When the golden needle of Shen Bi was exhausted, Qilang's ten fingers could still be seen blowing the wind from the tip of the needle, calling for rain in a radius of ten steps.
The wind didn't seem to be strenuous at all.
Just when he thought Shen Bi was about to retreat, he suddenly heard a loud shout from the shore: "My dear wife, Linghu, come and learn your sister's skills!" After saying that, Shen Bi took off the last hairpin from his red hair.
With enough strength in his arms, he was thrown like an arrow off the string.
Qingqing clearly saw the golden hairpin flying straight towards him, but he was unmoved, his eyes were in a daze as if in a trance.
If we say just now, where have we seen Shen Bi's action of throwing a hairpin, there are quite a few scenes in our memory; but if we regard it as a descendant of the Nan family, Shen Bi throws away his hand, and Nan's action of throwing a hairpin
The resemblance couldn't be more similar. Although Qing Qing could not fully see the moves of Master Nan when facing Heng Shen, Bai Chi and Jin Zhen's movements, routes, and even the tones across the air were almost exactly the same...
In the middle of thinking, the golden hairpin was already placed in front of her. Qingqing turned her body less than an inch, letting the shining golden headdress fly past her cheek. The sisters secretly sighed: "This child, the sound is still...
Use dangerous tactics."
Before they could finish sighing, Qichuan and Qilang suddenly turned around at the same time and ran towards Qingqing's back.
No one expected that there was a golden needle mechanism hidden in Jiang Chenbi's hairpin.
As soon as the hairpin flew past, Qichuan on the other side felt something was wrong. Looking back for a moment, he saw several smaller golden needles less than the length of the little finger separated from the tail of the hairpin. He turned towards Qingqing in the opposite direction of the golden light flying.
Head on.
Qilang was close by, and when he saw the needles coming, he took out the six silver needles in his hand one after another, and all of them flew past the golden needles. In the blink of an eye, more than ten golden needles fell and collided, and all of them changed their paths in mid-air. Just then.
When everyone was about to take a deep breath, they saw that the flying needles separated again. Suddenly, more than twenty thin needles were no longer as long as a fingernail, and they were still roaring towards Qingqing and Qilang.
Qingqing finally came to his senses, and immediately fixed his eyes on the direction of the incoming needles. He concentrated on the slight sound of wind in the air, and the white jade flute rose warmly, and he rushed straight towards the formation of golden needles.
A gold needle was aimed at his right eye. Qingqing had no time to think about it and knocked it down. Three or four more hairy needles came with him, but Qingqing dodged and jumped back, smashing them on the hidden line one after another. There was still one last one.
The needle was smooth and made no sound in the wind, quietly lying close to the water and running towards Qingqing's ankle.
Even the disciples of Linghu who were used to listening to sounds couldn't resist the silent needle. It wasn't until he was close to his feet that Qingqing noticed it on his own. Even Qichuan saw it for a moment and suddenly shouted: "It's poisonous!"
Hearing this, Qingqing immediately jumped back and held the wooden flute in his hand, trying to knock the small needle aside.
Unfortunately, the tip of the needle was too small. Qingqing was in a panic. She tilted her hand and missed it by just an inch. Qilang had no needle in her hand, so she used her bare hands and leaned over to try to get the small golden needle.
He was blocked halfway. Unexpectedly, the water was turbulent, and the hidden line under Qilang's feet slipped and tilted out, and he was about to fall on the sharp hidden line in an instant.
Qingqing hurriedly ran forward, but when she was not close, she suddenly heard Qilang shout "Ah", her whole body jumped into the air, her toes touched the water, as if she was sucked up by the power in the clouds.
A familiar feeling came into his mind, and he knew without looking back that it must be the hidden thread in Nan Jianing's hand that pulled Qilang into the air at the last moment.
Although Qilang was in danger now, the "plum blossom formation" had been broken, and the densely packed stainless steel swords suddenly penetrated straight through, shooting wildly at the four Linghu people in the center of the pool. Zi Hua looked at the shore where Nan Xiao left.
Afterimage nodded towards Qichuan, and the four of them rushed out at the same time.
I saw Qichuan taking out a round box in his hand and scattering it up and down in the air. The archers in front of him who had not yet unloaded their strings suddenly became unsteady. They stiffened their backs, glared, kicked their legs, straightened back and then fell.
A few arrows were shot out, but they flew around like headless flies and couldn't hit the four people at all.
The poison in Qichuan's hands is called "Man Ting Powder". He combines his own unique "Man Ting Powder" that can enchant the mind with Mi Yu Tianke's "Biting Poison".
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This Mantingsan Qichuan has never been used before, so I have no choice but to use it to carve out a poisonous path.
The three people running behind immediately closed their mouths and worked hard. They were about to rush out of the wind and poisoning formation. Unexpectedly, Qingqing suddenly heard the footsteps beside him stop. As he ran, he looked behind him and saw that it was Qilang Zhui.
He watched Jianing retreat step by step, trying to pull him aside from the approaching poisonous formation.
At the same moment, Linghu Zihua squinted his eyes and saw Nan Xiao picking up a bow that fell on the ground. The arrow was pointed directly at Jianing. Seeing the critical moment, the steel arrow on the iron bow was about to shoot into the bow.
The heart of the pond.
The pair of bows and arrows exuded the cold light of the snowy moon, and the arrows were covered with frost and smoke. At a glance, one could tell that these sharp clusters were no ordinary iron arrows. Zi Hua quickly quickened his pace, running like a pink bird without touching his feet.
and rushed ashore.
Head Nan seemed to have taken aim, and with a "bang" sound, a steel arrow popped out of the bowstring, and the arrow penetrated the poisonous gas and flew out.
It is said that at the moment when the poison in Qichuan was dispersed and Zihua ran to the shore, Qingqing held his breath and turned around, facing the swishing sound on the other side of the pool, like the sky and the clouds. The pool stretched as far as the eye could see, and the part that had not been enveloped by the poisonous gas.
There were still archers who were bold enough to shoot arrow after arrow at several people in the pool.
Qingqing's injuries were not healed, and the old poison was compounded. Faced with hundreds of steel arrows attacking from the air, Qingqing gradually became overwhelmed and exhausted, and his physical strength gradually became weak and lifeless.
Holding back the pain that penetrated into her bones, Qingqing raised her weak arms and relied on the power of the wooden flute to throw away all the steel arrows facing the direction of her aunt and sister. Finally, she made a move "
"Hundreds of crossbows are fired", the wooden flute and four or five random arrows are tightly folded together.
Suddenly there was a "bang" sound, the wooden flute in his hand kept buzzing, and all the flying arrows in front of Qing Qing were scattered and exploded.
After being apart for many days, he and Muxiao have become familiar with each other, and can still influence each other through an inner force.
Taking a breath, the sound of arrows continued. Qingqing saw that Qilang and Jianing had not yet escaped from the poisonous formation, so he had to continue to hold his breath and move up. With a horizontal stroke of the wooden flute, there was a faint "Thousand Miles of Formation Clouds", and he swept away a large layer of heavy clouds in one breath.
Go for stainless steel.
The moment the flute and arrow collided, Qingqing only heard a strange sound, and the movements of his hands could not help but slow down again.
The stroke of "Collapse of Thunder" happened to collide with two long arrows. The head and tail arrows struck each other, and the white jade flute pushed away the sound wave. Qingqing's arm went numb, and the two arrows were shocked at the same time.
fell into the water.
Just when the arrow body split apart and entered the water, the scene in front of me suddenly overlapped with that in the cave on the mountain: hitting the arrow with the flute at this moment is just the same as hitting the stone as taught by Grandpa Ghost many times!
Thinking of this, when an unlucky arrow hit him, Qingqing was naturally unceremonious, leaning over the flute and turning around. The flute and the arrow rubbed against each other, making a perfect and impartial sound.
Nan Xiao shot out an arrow and looked into the pool with squinted eyes: Although Linghu and the others couldn't rush out for a while, they had a clear division of labor and their formation was not chaotic. He couldn't help but secretly marveled in his heart.
It wasn't until the bowstring banged and one of the four people left the formation that they finally broke through the invulnerable "Snow Plum Blossom".
Just as he was enjoying himself, a cracking sound broke out through the mist, and the sound of water waves suddenly penetrated into Nan Xiao's head. Head Nan only felt that the mountains were faintly shaking under his feet, and he turned around
one look--
It was Qing Qing who intercepted Qilang and Jianing in front of them. The heavy arrow made of fine steel, calcined by fierce fire, broke into two halves at the foot of the wood.
Qingqing imitated the instructions given by Master Linghu Gui, listened to the music with his hands and eyes, and hit every blow of the wooden flute and iron arrow on the correct tune of the music. He seemed to remember that this faint melody appeared in the eight-note concert.
, but my mind was so confused that I had no time to think about it.
Just when he was clenching his teeth during the rhythm of the music, he unexpectedly hit with a high-pitched "dong" sound, firmly shattering the iron arrow shot by Master Nan.
At this moment, my arms were sore and numb, and half of my body was numb.
Tan Xin and the others did not dare to fight, and hurriedly ran towards the shore. However, Qing Qing had finally lost most of her strength. Now that the tune was cut off, her whole body was even more weak, and she might not be able to stand up and fall down at any time.
Taking advantage of the last second to break into the poison formation, Qilang took a deep breath and shouted to Qingqing: "Junior sister, this is your song!"
Your tune?
For a moment of surprise, Qingqing ran halfway, but a string broke in her mind: "My music?" After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered that this was her last try in the Eight Music Club, standing in the Xuantan Lake.
The music played on the bamboo flute above me!
I passed the cups and went down to the small building, and the wind and smoke flew down all over the deep boat. When I was drunk, I covered my red door in search of fragrance, and my head was covered with snow under the branches.
That glass of strong wine seemed to fall warmly on Qingqing's heart drop by drop. I remember that day when I and my "brothers" came to the shore from the boat, the red plums all over the mountains and plains were blooming in huge blooms in autumn and summer.
Blooming in the cold mysterious pool.
"Lin'er, it's still early, do you want to go take a look first?"
Qingqing shook his head: "When we find the master, we can watch it together."
With lovesickness on her face, when the emotion hidden in the corner finally surged into her heart uncontrollably, Qingqing hid her tears and cried into the bamboo flute.
Qilang's words just woke up the dreamer. Qingqing gave a wry smile, turned sideways and made a spin, and happened to place the head of an iron arrow at the hole of the flute. Then he exerted force, and the arrow body moved in the opposite direction.
Flying, one against two, two against four, pair by pair, the remnants of the sky were splashed into the water.
A casual bamboo flute can still be composed into a piece of music, not to mention the white jade flute that has been passed down for hundreds of generations and caused countless bloodshed in four instruments and eight tones?
Seeing that Qing Qing had come to his senses, Qi Lang lowered his head and smiled, pulling Jianing and running towards the shore. Seeing that several people were not injured, Nan Xiao picked up the bow again, picked up a sharp arrow with a flashing arrow, and aimed at it.
On the second son of the family.
Before he could fully draw the bowstring, there was a sound of light footsteps from his side. He glanced sideways and saw that Zihua ran onto the shore, walked straight towards him, and rushed towards him.
She was just a girl who was younger than her disciple. Nan Xiao thought to herself that by the time she came over, he would have killed two birds with one stone.
Just when he turned around, Zi Hua actually looked like a ghost, with his pink figure floating beside Nan Xiao like lightning.
Before Master Nan could turn around to fight, he saw the "Wu Dai Dancing the Wind" move. The iron brush in Zi Hua's hand turned upwards, avoiding the resistance, and struck the "Dazhui point" on Nan Xiao's back with lightning speed.
The sound of "Uh-huh" rumbled in Nan Xiao's throat, and the bow and arrow shining with white light fell to the ground with a bang.
The broad body of Master Nan Xiaonan stopped in mid-air like a boulder. The cold wind blew, and his white hair flew up. His tall back swayed lightly for a moment, and then with a "boom", he fell to the ground motionless.
Only in those wide-open eyes, lines of blood burst out instantly, and gurgling red water rolled on the shore covered with broken ice.
Several other people also ran to the shore one after another, and most of the poisonous gas had dissipated. Jianing looked at his father's dead body frozen at his feet, his nose was sore, and he didn't know if he could shed tears.
Finally, he knelt on the ground with his sleeves rolled up and silently kowtowed three times to his father.
Qingqing turned around, and Xuantan was once again shrouded in smoke. Hengshen's figure disappeared so much that no shadow could be found. His eyes were filled with tears, and he sobbed silently. The other Linghu sisters finally couldn't help it, one
Tears hung one after another.
Although no one cried loudly, there was still a force that tightly bound the four of them together. Qingqing tried his best to hold the last few black and white chess pieces left in his sleeves in his hands, for fear that if he looked down, he would...
Unable to bear it, Zi Hua turned around and fainted. Zi Hua put his hands on his face, quietly wiped away the tears that kept pouring out, and said to Qing Qing: "Let's... go home."
Qingqing trembled her arms and shook her head.
Zi Hua couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Qing Qing, do you really not know where the leader is?"
"If Master Nan didn't take action against senior brother, the disciples really wouldn't be able to guess..." Qingqing choked, "It's just that senior brother ended up like this..." The words didn't make sense, and Qingqing's tears were like bursting from a dam.
Rushing down.
"Senior Sister." After a moment of silence, Qingqing suddenly raised his eyes, "It's July 14th now. If I haven't gone back by the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, I will never go back."
Linghu Zihua froze on the spot, staring into Qingqing's tearful eyes with his mouth slightly open.
After Qing Qing finished speaking, he took a step back, lifted up his clothes and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed to Dongli Rongshan where his aunt, sister and uncle were, without saying a word. He lay down and never got up again.
Vaguely, where Qing Qing couldn't see him, Zi Hua nodded slightly with a tiny movement that could hardly be noticed by others. Then he immediately turned his skirt around, without bowing his head or speaking, and left step by step towards the east.
Qilang burst into tears and was about to lose his balance when he was dragged away by Jianing. Qichuan came to Qingqing and put the small gourd medicine bottle on the ground. Qingqing suddenly
He raised his head, only to see pink and blue and white clothes disappearing into the clouds on the horizon one after another.