Chapter 212

All people's eyes are cast into the void, looking at the domineering shadow.

I saw a sneer on the black shadow's face, and said faintly, "you don't need to know that. Give you ten rest time, give you self-determination, or I'll take action and let you die."

"My husband, He Xi, died. Liu canglan would rather die for the war, but it is a pity that I am implicated in the officers and men of the three armies."

Liu canglan raised his eyes and looked at the black shadow in the void. His body was burning with a strong sense of war. His body, rising from the sky, would rather fight and die than humiliate himself.

The soldiers of the snow moon all showed a look of incomparable grief and indignation. The robbery of the snow moon was not a crime of war.

"Since you want to die, I will do it for you."

The black shadow looks indifferent, and the black real yuan is surging together again, full of destructive power.

"Angry hair crown, by the fence, Xiaoxiao rain rest."

"Look up at the eyes, look up to the sky, roar, strong bosom fierce."

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon."

A melodious sound of singing came from afar, which was full of excitement and blood. Then, only the clear voice fell into the ears of all the officers and soldiers.

"If Liu canglan dies, Capricorn Prince Capricorn will be buried here today."

This voice is very mild, not overbearing, but it gives people a sense of no doubt.

The dark shadow looked at the distance and said coldly, "who is talking nonsense?"

"Calligraphy, you deceive me, snow moon nobody?"

Rolling sound waves from far to near, slowly come, not a moment, in the void, there will be a figure.

Under this figure, the cloud of Zhenyuan is floating, and the man is sitting on the cloud of Zhenyuan. In front of him, there is a guqin, bending knees and playing the piano.

"A drizzle, a misty rain, a lifetime."

Looking at this figure, calligraphy eyes slightly coagulation, eyes flash thick sharp color, this person, unexpectedly appeared here.

"Ambition hungry food is very human flesh, laughing about thirst drinking Mo Yue blood." The fingers of the middle-aged cross legged player fluctuated. In the guqin, a melody appeared, and endless white brilliance floated from the strings of the Guqin. In an instant, a dull sound came out. Below, the chest of nearly a thousand moyue soldiers was pierced by the music of the instrument, and they were killed in an instant.

When they talk and laugh, they die in smoke and ashes, and there is no blood to kill.

"Calligraphy, if you kill me, I will kill you. If you dare to kill Liu canglan, I will kill Capricorn."

The middle-aged indifferently looks at the angry calligraphy. Even if he kills people, he has a sense of elegance. He talks and laughs, plays the piano and disappears.

The crowd was shocked. Another top player, too powerful, could not resist it at all. With fingers waving, strings could take thousands of lives.

The eyes of the soldiers in the snow moon looked at this man, and the color of enthusiasm flashed in their eyes, and the infinite hope was kindled in their hearts.

Although they have never heard of the name of Yanyu, he can speak in this way. Obviously, he has the strength not weaker than that of the black shadow, and he is the top strong one in snow moon.

But at this time, Lin Feng's heart, but once again the tremor, misty rain life, he was called Yanyu life.

Lin Feng, a middle-aged man who plays the piano in the void, knows him, not only him, but also many people in Tianyi college.

Lin Feng, who teaches Lin Feng to play the piano and makes him calm down, is regarded as a teacher's piano player in the peach blossom forest.

Lin Feng never thought that the man who had contacted with himself several times, helped him calm down, and even helped him break through his cultivation, had such a strong strength.

It is just as quiet as a virgin and as active as thunder, which is somewhat similar to asking Ao Xue. It seems that she is more beautiful than a woman. In the battlefield, she incarnates the white clothes and kills one person with one sword.

"Misty rain for life." Lin Feng secretly wrote down the name, Yanyu teacher's strength should be stronger than the strength of long Ding, vice president of Tianyi college.

Calligraphy eyes tightly staring at the misty rain, silent for a moment, then said: "long time no snow moon misty rain name, today, how about the first World War."

"If you want to fight, fight."

The voice of misty rain is still calm and calm, as if everything doesn't care.

The rolling black Zhenyuan gathered in front of the calligraphy body, and the right hand of the calligraphy rotated in the void. Suddenly, after his palm, the followers were surging with incomparable black Zhenyuan.

"Out!"

With a bang bang bang bang, the ink clap out, the dark as if to drown the world of the palm print reappear, block the sky, toward the rain and blow away.

Misty rain all his life sat on the clouds gathered in Zhenyuan, fingertips fluctuated, on the strings, endless streamer poured out, toward the sky covered palm print.

"Whew, whew, whew"

the sharp and shrill sound is constantly coming out of the void. The black palm print is directly penetrated by the streamer, and the endless white streamer with incomparable sharpness shoots at the calligraphy, and the damaged palm print still faces forward and blows towards the misty rain for life.

"Another place to fight." With a big drink of calligraphy, the body rose from the void."That's what I mean." Misty rain responded in his life, and the clouds gathered in Zhenyuan moved in the void.

Only in an instant, their figures turned into black spots and went towards the sky in the distance. Finally, they disappeared completely.

The strength of calligraphy and Yanyu is so strong. If we fight here, the aftermath of the battle will inevitably affect the people below. Both calligraphy and Yanyu are obviously unwilling to do so.

Looking at the two disappeared figures, the sergeant below could not calm down for a long time, and his eyes were still staring at the void.

At that level of strength, one person is enough to influence a war situation and destroy an army. It is too strong. No wonder the nine countries agreed not to let the top and strong of the country directly participate in the war.

"Ambition hungry food is very human flesh, laughing about thirst drinking Mo Yue blood."

"Kill!"

Liu canglan drinks in the void and takes off his bow and arrow. Behind him, the golden spirit of martial arts emerges, and a bow and arrow pointing directly at the sky can catch people's eyes.

Liu canglan grabbed the illusory Wu Hun bow and arrow in his hand. Then, nine arrows were aimed at the Mo Yue army, and their hands were released. The golden light flashed across. In an instant, dozens of people were killed by the golden arrow.

"Kill!"

Snow moon army roared, shaking the world. Just now, calligraphy killed thousands of people, threatened them, threatened Liu canglan to self-determination, which made the three armies sad and angry, but could not do anything about it. Now, Yanyu has appeared all his life, fighting with calligraphy, saving them, and making the general not to die. All this undoubtedly aroused the raging fire and endless blood of XueYue army.

Blood and water once again dyed the earth red.

Lin Feng, holding a long sword, is constantly killing in front of him. Beside him, there are many people with blood masks fighting side by side with him. Wherever he goes, there is blood all over the sky.

The scope of the battlefield continues to expand, there is no tactical, only a dead battle.

At this time, Lin Feng finally saw the beautiful shadow, the beautiful figure sitting on the horse, Duan Xinye.

However, Duan Xinye couldn't move at all. Her body was bound on the horse, and the horse she was riding on was surrounded by eight horses. All of them were dressed in black and ferocious armor. They were the black evil guards.

Duan Xinye also saw Lin Feng. Her beautiful eyes were like autumn water, rippling and rippling. She had some expectation.

Of course, the group of black evil guards also saw Lin Feng and others who had been killed. After the armor, their eyes were full of cold killing intention, sharp and piercing.

Step a step, Lin Feng holding the sword and up, the body jump, and in Lin Feng jump at the same time, one of the black evil guard also moved, body out of thin air, "cut."

Lin Feng wields his sword, and his brilliance overflows.

The hand of the black evil guard trembled. Suddenly, Lin Feng felt the power of a vast river rushing towards him, leaving his sword in the midst of wind and rain, floating unsteadily, and the sound of water splashing out of the space.

The soft but strong force of the two poles directly shakes Lin Feng back and lands on the ground. Lin Feng sees that the black evil guard has returned to the horse. He looks at Lin Feng indifferently, waves his hand, and suddenly the horse's hooves run, eight horses, and Duan Xinye, the carrier, run away.

"Fierce, these black evil guards are all strong." Lin Feng pupil a coagulation, although this group of black guards only eight people, but their strength, than he wiped out that group to be more powerful.

The body ran out, Lin Feng cut off with a sword, a figure fell from the horse, Lin Feng flew to jump on the horse, and then ran after the eight iron horses.

Duan Xinye, in any case, must be rescued.

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