There are no shocking scenes of destruction of heaven and earth on TV, no turbulent waves of earth-shattering in novels. Those who confront each other are as silent as the eternal green pine trees on Mount Tai.
Feng Ba's long hair was flying, his evil eyes dimmed, and under the pressure of the air, the Beiliang Saint Monk's expression became dazed, and he slipped two steps back. Feng Ba took advantage of the victory to pursue him, pressing down with both palms, and the clothes of the two monks were struck by the palms.
The wind opened holes one after another, and blood seeped out slowly.
Feng Ba gathered his inner strength in his palms and was about to make the final blow. Suddenly, his expression changed - the wind passed by, the tree branches danced lightly, the dark clouds dispersed, a bright moon hung high, and the twinkling moonlight was like a phantom, covering the whole day.
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Feng Ba's body suddenly tensed up, his face gradually turned from red to pale, and a slight trickle of sweat seeped out from his forehead. At this moment, he seemed to be suffering from huge pain, his body swayed, and the breath under his palm suddenly weakened.
Three points.
Seeing this, the two monks couldn't miss the opportunity. They calmed down in a tacit understanding, and their stronger internal energy surged up to attack each other.
Feng Ba's figure swayed again, and he was forced back a few steps. With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
When the people below saw this, they were shocked and frightened, and exclaimed in unison: "King!"
"Self-proclaimed king, you are treasonous and immoral, go to hell!" The two monks shouted loudly, and with their anger moving, they moved a few minutes closer to Feng Ba.
Feng Ba's chest suffocated, and another mouthful of blood spurted out. However, he suppressed the severe pain in his body and still held the Moon Drinking Sword firmly in his hand, resisting with all his strength.
"Ba——" Yang Xi rushed out of the crowd, raised his head and shouted: "Stop fighting, go away, go away!"
She doesn't know about reputation, honor, justice, benevolence, and bravery. She only knows that his poison has taken effect, and if he continues to beat him, he will definitely get blood on the spot! He can run, and as long as he wants, no one can stop him! He can't be beaten.
, he can run, he can!
"Go! Please, go!" She is not afraid of dying here, as long as he can run away, as long as he can live!
"Go back!" When Feng Ba saw this, he shouted in a deep voice. His mind was distracted, and another mouthful of blood was forced out by the two monks.
The ghost-faced woman and the masked woman stepped forward and blocked Murong Xi's cold arrows flying in the chaos with their swords. They guarded Yang Xi. Feng Sufu even strode past the two of them and stood firmly in front of the three of them, with five fingers.
Chengzhao snatched the sleeve arrow from the ghost-faced woman's crotch out of thin air, raised his right hand, and a man not far from Murong Xi fell down. The sleeve arrow pierced his chest deeply, killing him with one arrow.
Damn it for being cold-hearted to a weak woman!
Murong Xi had no regrets about his death. He had no intention of taking Yang Xi's life. This man was so smart that he died well! However, Feng Ba was surrounded by many masters. No matter who he was, all the trash around him were useless.
Enemy!
His eyes turned cold, his murderous intent became even stronger, and his eyes filled with hatred fell on Feng Ba and the two monks.
Feng Ba was forced to retreat step by step, but he still resisted with all his strength. Blood continuously overflowed from his lips, staining the green clothes on his chest red.
The ghost-faced woman and the masked woman felt their hearts ache, and they all jumped up and attacked Beiliang Saint Monk with a sword and a staff. However, they heard two bangs, their bodies swayed, and they were sent flying wildly by the fierce internal force.
He came out and fell heavily to the ground.
The world's masters are fighting. They look invisible and colorless on the ground, calm and peaceful, but they don't know how deep and terrifying the aura power surrounding them is, and they can't get close at all.
Feng Ba spit out more and more blood, and his face became paler and paler. Every heart of everyone in the General's Mansion was in severe pain.
Yang Xi's eyes were filled with tears and she cried loudly: "Go! Go! Please, please! Postscript -"
He ignored it and had no time to pay attention. However, a pale smile slowly appeared on his lips.
Fool, if I leave, can you still live? If you are not here, what is the point of my life?
From such a long distance, she could see that smile clearly and clearly. Tonight, he would not leave, and he would never leave her alone. Therefore, he must stay, and stay
The result is death.
Her heart sank to the bottom...
Through her tearful eyes, she could no longer see his face clearly. Two figures appeared dimly in front of her eyes - "You are injured!" The girl held the back of the boy's hand and looked at a deep scar on the back of his hand.
With tears in the corners of his eyes: "It hurts so deeply, does it hurt?"
As soon as the little mouth is flat, it will burst into tears.
"It doesn't hurt." The young man smiled, and that smile was alluring. "Sing to me, and I won't feel pain."
...
Sing to me, and I won’t feel pain! Sing to me, and I won’t feel pain, and I won’t feel pain...
Suddenly, Yang Xi turned around and ran towards the inner courtyard.
Fu Qing left the guqin in the backyard, in the backyard! She had seen it before! Fu Qing left a guqin in the backyard!
Seeing her like this, Feng Sufu wanted to catch up with her, but was afraid that something would happen to Feng Ba when he walked away. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed Yang Xi closely.
"Where are you going?" Seeing Yang Xi running wildly in the backyard, he was anxious and angry. It could be seen that she had a determined look on her face and the deep pain in her eyes, but the anger could not be released no matter what. She cared about her elder brother more than anything else.
Half a point less for yourself!
The harp left by Fu Qing is in the backyard!
Literally in the backyard!
Picking up the guqin, she hurried back to the front yard again. Feng Ba was already three-thirds of his body unstable under the pressure of the Beiliang holy monk.
Yang Xi's heart tightened, and she grabbed Feng Sufu with all her strength, pointing to the high roof not far from the three of them: "Send me up!"
Feng Sufu did not doubt that he was there. He hooked his long arms, hugged her, jumped up, and landed firmly on the roof.
Yang Xi sat cross-legged, with the guqin lying flat on her lap.
Sing to me and I won’t feel any pain!
Sing and it will not hurt...
She closed her eyes and took another deep look at Feng Ba. The blood in her eyes made her heart ache again and again, endlessly.
Taking a deep breath, her long fingers fell on Qin Xuan and started to tease it gently.
This time, she wants to bet, bet on a dream, bet on their past life or this life!
As long as I sing, you won't feel any pain, right? Right?
The faint sound of the piano swept through every corner. The cold jade on her chest was faintly glowing with blood, and the light became more and more obvious and brighter.
The sound of the piano is soaring, neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow. It is like singing and dancing, and it inexplicably touches everyone's heart.
In the wind, Yang Xi pulled off the silk on the back of his head, and a handful of black hair flew in the wind, shining brightly.
Postscript! Look, is this her? Is it her?
You see, isn’t it?
If I sing, you won't feel any pain, right?
Open your eyes, look at me, look at me!
She raised her head, hiding the tears in her eyes, and a flowery smile slowly formed on her lips.