Chapter 79

The sound of flute and drum is becoming more and more sharp, almost breaking through the roof and rushing straight to the blue cloud.

Ryukyu frowned slightly. If he didn't stop it, the hall would have to be demolished by the two men.

Moreover, even if xuanyuanche and Dugu Ye didn't aim at the people in the hall, such internal power surge could also kill people who don't know martial arts.

She can ignore other people in the palace, but she can't ignore xuanyuanche's mother and concubine.

Squinting at the corner of the main hall, the women who have fainted and are in charge of musical instruments have everything there.

He got up and walked quickly to the ancient zither of one or seven strings. Ryukyu sat on his knees, held back his restlessness and reached out his fingers to adjust the tune.

Guqin, she touched it for the first time. I hope this body still remembers how to play it.

"Clank clank clank." At the beginning, it was hard to hear. Gradually, it was on the right track. It was a first-class instrument skill of Ryukyu.

It's not as clear as flute, nor as solemn as drum. It's lingering and graceful.

It's like the wind and moon tower on the Qinhuai River, the lingering land that comes and goes, the sweet words that surround the ears, the inch and the fragrant tongue that you hear, the graceful posture, a smile that swings all kinds of customs.

The sound of the zither is extremely lingering. In a murderous situation, it's like 18 girls in a wind moon arena enter the murdering arena by mistake. Don't knead what you can't say.

But don't pinch like this. Let the flute and drum vibrate slightly for a moment, and almost slip away.

Ryukyu has no internal power. What she can surpass them is murderous Qi, which is tempered from Shura hell.

No sharp, no killing, no endless iron soldiers in the vast grassland, no hidden killing opportunities in the mountains and rivers, only the breath of death.

The Buddha blocks the absolute death spirit of loving Buddha and killing God.

The lingering piano sound, 18 women enchanting in the killing field, and behind her, is death holding a sickle, extremely disharmonious, but with absolute power.

That's the power to destroy everything.

That's the power to dominate.

The sound of the flute was faintly smothering. Dugu Ye raised his eyes and stared at Ryukyu with his eyes closed tightly. His eyes slipped a little surprised.

How is it possible that the strong murderous spirit of death has affected him and caused him a fear from the bottom of his heart?

At the same time, the sound of the golden drum was slightly weak, and xuanyuanche also looked at it from the side. He had seen it on his little princess.