Hearing the "ding" sound of the hidden thread between the fingers of the crazy devil on the opposite side, the white figure in white immediately approached Ziqin. Ziqin turned sideways from the side of the sharp hidden thread, stretched out his hand, and grasped it tightly.
The wrist of the person opposite.
Before they could blink, the two hands clicked, and the white-clothed madman's wrist bones were broken.
She seemed to feel pain spreading on her arm, and the hidden line on the opposite side finally stopped the howling wind, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing. "There are always people who think they can beat the sound of the Baiyin Qin." The woman.
The words quietly rang in Ziqin's ears, "Once you fall into the cage of self-righteousness, you will be bound by ambitions that are not yours..."
"Look, isn't this crazy?"
Thinking of this, Ziqin suddenly raised his eyes - the eyes opposite had clearly lost their inner strength, but they were burning with a life-and-death flame, like hot blood rushing down, and even the trembling and weak fingers were about to burst into heat.
Come.
This mute young master is still silent. He is clearly Nan Jiayou who has lost his mind!
Jiayou held the moon-like white collar tightly with one hand, and blood gurgled down from the gaping wound. On the contrary, the intersection of the white collar and the fingertips shone with a sparkling light and shadow through the faint candlelight.
I don’t know if it’s not enough for Mr. Nan to have the Baichi music score. Where did he learn the skill of hiding the line?
I saw that the young man in white was making messy moves, and his uninjured wrist bones danced with the white hair in his hand like flowers. There was nothing in front of him. It was clearly a life-threatening attack. Hearing the hidden line of attack, Ziqin took a step forward.
He stood up, turned around, and grasped the hidden thread firmly in his hand. Before Jiayou realized that he had let go halfway, he had already swung through the soft quicksand, and was within easy reach of Jiayou.
Jiayou let out a low roar of "kekeke" in his throat like a beast, stretched out his white hair, and was about to light Ziqin's vitals. Unexpectedly, Ziqin just raised his hand and flicked his fingertips, and saved Jiayou thousands of dollars.
Jun pushed back all his internal energy. Then Baofeng took out his hand, holding Jiayou's slender neck in the palm of his hand while holding on to the rolling sand.
With just a slight movement of five fingers, Mr. Nan's neck bones would be broken into countless pieces.
At the moment when he was about to start, Ziqin saw the young man's eyes popping out in front of him, and he let out a hoarse roar uncontrollably. The hand that had not been shaken away by the internal force was still tightly grasping the hairpin as white as the moon.
He was just a young man who was obsessed with the Baiyin Qin during his struggle. The young man also went crazy to snatch the white jade flute and searched for "Fan Ya Ji" like crazy. Now he finally found the Baiyin Qin in Yiyamo.
"Before, I forgot who I once was.
Maybe he shouldn't be blamed, at least, it's not entirely the fault of the boy from the Nan family. Ziqin remembered that when he was a child, he was also fascinated by basic ancient music, but fortunately his master was by his side and he didn't go crazy.
Ziqin remembered Qingqing leaning against the window, playing with the strings...
The resentment of Wuming Valley in the first year of Hua Chu, and the blood-stained West Lake when Qingqing was a child, are definitely not crimes that Nan Jiayou can bear alone. Ziqin sighed lowly and took away some strength from his hands.
After all, Nan Jiayou's madness is different from the Ruixinta woman who killed twenty-four people in a row with her ruthless voice. In contrast, the Nan family child just lost his mind temporarily. If you want to kill, just kill
The one who is truly obsessed.
That person who once the sound of the zither is heard, all the birds in the mountains disappear, and everything is completely silent!
The moment Ziqin let go, Jiayou felt a cool feeling on his neck.
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The huge force pressing on his neck gradually disappeared without a trace. He hurriedly turned over and jumped up. Sure enough, the person opposite him pushed him a few steps away and shot in front of him, as if he was waiting for where his next move would be.
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Then come and try the power of "Heavenly Thunder Sharp Light"!
Jiayou raised Baichi high above his head, and let the remaining strength in his body penetrate his arms, all of which shook the hard whitechi. For a moment, light and shadow swept away from Baichi, and Jiayou's "Heavenly Thunder" move
"Drop", and he was about to hit the person opposite him on the forehead, but his opponent seemed to be unhurried and dodged sideways, allowing the hidden thread of his other hand to knock off the green hair crown, and the long black hair was scattered behind him.
But the other end of his white hair was already caught in the palm of his hand.
Suddenly numb, Jiayou felt an indescribable pain, just like ants biting the bones, crawling along the arm and into the veins bit by bit. When facing the enemy, Jiayou had never felt such pain.
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Rather than putting himself to death, the opponent's constant internal force counterbalanced it, but it actually had a sense of guidance. It was as if the internal force in his hand increased by one point, and the momentum of the enemy on the opposite side immediately increased by one point.
At this moment, although the person on the opposite side has not exerted enough strength to break his elbow, he has fallen into a competition that he already knows the outcome. When he thinks of the elbow bone and meridians that are about to be broken, Jiayou can't restrain himself.
He held Bai Chi's hand tightly and couldn't help but feel that he was in so much pain that he almost lost consciousness.
Continuously holding his breath, Nan Jiayou tried his best to put all his strength on the white body. But helplessly, a drop of ice water fell into the warm ocean. In an instant, there was no trace of the ice. And on the opposite side, there was no trace of the ice.
The internal strength is as unfathomable as the mountains and valleys. No matter how hard I try to break free, the strength coming from the other side of the white pole will never end.
Jiayou panicked, and his boiling blood seemed to be cooling and condensing under the quicksand - this was the first time he had experienced the meaning of "powerful" after practicing martial arts for many years.
In a daze, Jiayou opened his eyes wide——
Who is that person opposite?
His face is like a crown jade, his skin is like glass, and his green clothes and robes are stained with yellow sand and blood stains. The feeling of familiarity is coming out, but he still has no name.
I just remembered that my father had told me that someone had taken away Nanlin’s gate treasure. What was it called the flute? Also, my mother often cursed in those days, saying that it was the people on the mountain who caused her serious injuries... Jiayou only felt that
I had a splitting headache, staggered, and almost fell out of the quicksand.
Seeing that Mr. Nan was unsteady, Ziqin didn't want to end his life here, so he quickly leaned out half of his body from the quicksand stone wall, grasped the hidden thread in his hand, and wanted to pull him up. Who knows that Jiayou's eyesight is not enough?
It became clear for a moment, then dimmed again.
In a daze, forgetting where he was, he kicked down hard with both feet, almost pulling Ziqin down from the air.
The two people moved up and down, exerting force in opposite directions, and were stuck in the mid-air covered with quicksand, unable to move. Ziqin pulled the hidden thread hard, but who knew that Jiayou's internal strength was still a little behind, and he couldn't help but brush the sharp edge of the thread against his palm.
, it was embedded deeply into the flesh, and it looked like it was about to break three or two fingers.
I'm afraid that such a confrontation is not a long-term solution. Ziqin thought to himself, and when he looked around, he felt that the ground here was not very high. He wrapped the hidden thread around his wrist and held it tightly, taking a deep breath.
, jumped down.
Nan Jiayou suddenly felt his hands loosen and came back
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Before he could react, he was taken to the ground by the other side of the thread.
As soon as Fang fell, Jiayou didn't care that his limbs were thrown and he was gnawing on the mud. He bounced up as if he had no consciousness. The whole body's strength went straight through his body, he roared, and in the blink of an eye he lowered his head and rushed towards Ziqin again.
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Leader Linghu looked at the young man across from him with great interest. He felt that as he moved around with his magic skills, he did not learn all the moves from the Nan family. Every move he made seemed to be one with Bai Chi.
, very much like a melody technique that has been integrated into a whole school of its own.
Before she could take action to block the white light that was already shining in front of her eyes, Ziqin suddenly heard a clutter of footsteps coming from behind, and then she shouted with great energy:
"Headmaster Linghu!"
Distracted, Ziqin turned around and saw a man and a woman walking quickly towards the place where the two were fighting. The man was about thirty years old, dressed like a strong man from the Northern Desert, and was walking
In front of him, his eyes were staring straight at him. Zi Qin secretly wondered: "How does this man recognize that Qin is the leader of the Linghu clan?"
Before she could recognize his face, there was another woman following behind this man. Looking around, Ziqin felt that she had seen this tall and thick young woman somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it for a while. The two of them hadn't come close yet.
, then shouted in unison:
"Master, be careful!"
Ziqin could only hear the sharp sound of wind behind her. It must be Nan Jiayou Baichi approaching her. He had no room for his men and was looking to take his own life. Without turning around, he calmly reached out his hand behind his back.
, turned his arm, exposing half of the white hair under his palm.
Then he struck with his palm sideways, and heard a "dang" sound, and the white hair flew melodiously into the air.
"I'm sorry for my poor eyesight..." Ziqin was still staring at the person who came, as if he wanted to identify which kind of heroes the two of them were. On the one hand, he said hello, but on the other hand, it sounded like Bai Chi was entangled by hidden threads, and
Jiayou was grasping the hidden thread in circles, trying to retract the white hair from its original path. He circled his palm halfway in the air and performed a "tang flowing water" move, which was so strong that it melted into bones.
The power of thunder that Master Nan held on the hidden line disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"I wonder what kind of heroes and heroines you two are from. Have you ever met each other by chance?"
As he spoke, a hidden thread fell from mid-air, and the white jade flute landed squarely in the palm of Ziqin's hand.
The strong man and the woman in straw clothes looked at each other, hesitantly stepped forward and said: "I am just an unknown person from the Northern Desert, so I don't worry about it... There is just something, which must have come from Lirong Mountain. I came here here."
Find the master and return it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint purple light appeared - a wooden flute as warm as jade appeared in front of Ziqin's eyes.
Ziqin recognized the appearance of the white jade flute in a moment, and was shocked. She quickly asked the two of them: "Where is Qingqing?" Tadi was stunned, and then he understood: "So the name of the heroine Linghu is
The word 'Qingqing' sounds really nice."
After that, he hid the three of them in the tent, drank wine and ate meat, and told the leader Linghu about it.
Zhiyu stood aside, feeling frightened: If the head of Linghu, who has strict sect rules, learns that his disciple stole fat and drank wine, I'm afraid Qingqing will be beaten up!
However, Tadi's expression remained unchanged and he offered the flute with both hands: "Thanks for getting to know Linghu, the heroine. This flute is a rare treasure. The heroine gave it to me, but we are both ashamed and dare not accept it...