Chu Huan naturally saw Feng Wuma covered in blood. The tiger-patterned young master's willful laughter came into his ears, making Chu Huan feel indescribable. He jumped back suddenly, but this time he did not attack Master Lanshan, but jumped to a wall in the stone chamber. The blood-drinking knife in his hand suddenly swung out, but not slashed at anyone, but hit the wall with a flat blade.

"Bang!"

"Play!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded in the stone chamber.

The blood-drinking knife collided with the hard stone wall, making extremely crisp movements. The blue-shirted young master kept ringing, and his face first showed a look of doubt, but soon changed color.

Those who do not understand the music cannot see the tricks, but Mr. Lanshan is a music master, and his status is based on his proficiency in music.

Others don’t know that Mr. Lanshan knows his strength very well. He really can’t fight head-on. He can only be considered a third-rate expert, but in terms of music, he is definitely a top expert.

He learned music since he was a child and was based on music and practiced music. This was also considered a kung fu of the side, but its power was amazing. Not only could he control the trained animals, snakes and insects at will, but he could also confuse people's minds and cause conscious damage to the enemy's health.

Few people who face his enemy are alive.

With a flute, he was really like a fish in water and everything went wrong.

But for the first time at this moment, he felt a huge danger coming, just because every sound Chu Huan made when he hit the wall was stuck between the notes.

The way of music is Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, and the five-tone rotation.

Although Chu Huan's proficiency in ancient rules is far inferior to that of the Blue Shirt Young Master, he is very clear about the basic notes of the Blue Shirt Young Master. Although the melody of the Blue Shirt Young Master's flute sound is strange, it cannot be separated from the five-character verses. Chu Huan grasps this point and can clearly distinguish the rhythm of the five-character verses. Every time he strikes a knife on the wall, he is stuck in these five-character verses.

He was also forced to do so. He knew that the music of the young master Lanshan had a charming mental effect. If he wanted to deal with this person, he had to break the music of this person first.

However, he repeatedly used his swords, and the shadows of virtual and real in front of him were mixed, so he could not cause harm to the young master in the blue shirt, so there was no question of breaking the other party's rhythm. Fortunately, there was a flash of inspiration in his mind. Since he could not break the sound, he could disrupt his rhythm. Although it might not be effective, in such a severe situation, he could only try it.

Chu Huan also knew that if you want to disturb such a flute sound, you can't just shout twice, or use other sounds to suppress the other party's flute sound.

To disturb the other party, you must disrupt the other party’s five-character notes.

Chu Huan even understood that if he disrupted the five-character verse, he could only use other sounds to disturb the five-character verses. He drank his blood knife and hit the stone wall, which was very rhythmic and crisp and loud. Every time he made a sound, he would get stuck between the musical changes of the blue-shirted young master.

At the beginning of the first few moves, the young master of blue shirt was still calm and wanted to fight each other, but once the sound of "papapapapa" was just right, it actually became a note in the middle of the Death Song.

When the song of death is played, the length and height of each note are strictly regular, otherwise it will not be able to confuse the human brain at all. The sound of the blood-drinking knife slapping the stone wall mixed in the song of death, and the song of death is immediately broken.

Although the young master of tiger pattern saw Chu Huan making strange actions, he didn't know that Chu Huan was using strange methods to destroy the music of the young master of blue shirt. He thought that Chu Huan was fascinated by the song of death, so he made abnormal actions.

He was cruel. Seeing Feng Wuma's bloody appearance, he felt extremely exciting. He felt that the overall situation was completely under control, enjoying the fun of killing leisurely, and only wanted to see the blood on Feng Wuma's body drying, and watching Feng Wuma die of excessive blood loss.

He even thought that when Feng Wuma died, he would have to draw ninety-eighty-one holes on Chu Huan later, so that it would look even more exciting.

Feeling Yuan Yu was holding Yingren and dragging him outward, as if he wanted to leave, the young master of Tiger-Wrinkle sneered at the corner of his mouth, and with a backhand, he slashed towards Yingren.

His sword was not a critical point, but just a knife towards Yingren's chest.

When dealing with the enemy, the young master of Tiger Pattern always likes to torture the other party to death, and never wants to let the enemy die happily.

Yingren Jing has few things, and even the blood of dead people has rarely been seen. His willpower is the most fragile among the people. Feng Wuma and Chu Huan are both experienced and fights. Even Yuan Yu has gone through countless hardships. The weaker the willpower, the greater the damage of Death Qu. Yingren was deeply hurt at this time. He only felt a headache in his head, and it seemed that countless small needles were stabbing in his head at will. Not to mention walking, it was very difficult to stand up.

The young master of Tiger-patterned slashed down. Although he felt the sword wind hit, he had no power to dodge. Seeing that the situation was not good, Yuan Yu roared and turned over, bursting out all his energy, which was blocking Yingren's body. The young master of Tiger-patterned slashed down, and with a "puff", he was slashing on Yuan Yu's back.

The power of this sword was not light, but one sword cut off Yuan Yu's back. Yuan Yu only felt a sharp pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which actually sprayed Yingren's body.

Although Yingren had a split headache, he finally saw this scene. Seeing Yuan Yu stepping forward to block the knife for him, he was shocked for a moment. Seeing Yuan Yu spewing blood, he suddenly felt a trembling heart, and a strong sadness rose from his heart.

The young master of Tiger Pattern did not slash Yingren with one knife, and did not hesitate, and then he slashed down with another knife. At this moment, he felt a strong wind coming from behind, and knew that Feng Wuma attacked him from behind again.

The young master of tiger pattern doesn't care.

Feng Wuma had already cut dozens of swords just now, but they were all in vain. No sword posed a threat to the young master of Tigerprint. In the young master of Tigerprint, Feng Wuma was at the end of his strength at this time, and a large amount of blood on his body flowed out, and even if he would fall down.

He dodged slightly, avoided a knife behind him, and slashed with his backhand, but this time he did not easily slash Feng Wuma as before. Instead, he heard a "choking" sound, and his backhand stab seemed to be blocked by Feng Wuma.

The young master of tiger pattern was a little strange, but he didn't care. He just thought that Feng Wuma happened to meet in a mess of swords. However, when he turned slightly, he found that Feng Wuma, who looked very ferocious, had already touched his body with blood on his face.

Feng Wuma's eyes no longer had the blurry look that they had just now. Some were indifferent like ice, and some were murderous intent that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

When I saw Feng Wuma's eyes, the young master of tiger pattern felt something was wrong.

If he was cautious and was fully guarded against Feng Wuma, he might not be able to dodge Feng Wuma's critical strike, but he was too confident and looked down on Feng Wuma too much.

When he thought Feng Wuma was not threatening, he never expected that Feng Wuma would still be able to make the last blow at this time.

He was stunned for a moment and felt a chill of his lower abdomen, and then he felt a piercing pain spread from his lower abdomen to his whole body. At this moment, he felt all his energy disappear from his body instantly.

Although Feng Wuma was seriously injured and was about to fall down at any time, the Liuyun Sword in his hand did not release for a moment. For the Divine Uniform Guard, the time when the Liuyun Sword was released was the time when they died.

As long as they have a breath, their knife will not be released.

The sharp cloud knife specially prepared for the Divine Clothes Guard and made of refined iron had already penetrated into the lower abdomen of the tiger-patterned young master, piercing the tiger-patterned young master's body, and only the hilt of the knife was exposed on the lower abdomen.

The young master of tiger pattern couldn't believe it.

He didn't believe that Feng Wuma could make such an accurate judgment and attack such a lethal move at this moment, and his soul seemed to be pulled out at this moment.

Naturally he could not have thought that Chu Huan was hitting the stone wall rhythmically, which had completely destroyed the death song of the Blue Shirt Master. The Blue Shirt Master wanted to adjust the rhythm several times, but he could not have expected that Chu Huan, a martial artist, had a deep understanding of the five-character verses. No matter how he tuned it, Chu Huan could accurately hit the wall in the middle of the rhythm conversion, making his songs unable to be connected in one at all.

As soon as the song of Death was destroyed, the psychedelic caused to Feng Wuma quickly disappeared. Feng Wuma's shadow of the tiger-patterned young master in front of him was also combined. He was seriously injured, but his tenacious willpower still allowed him to hold on, and he gathered all his strength to make the last fatal attack.

He knew in his heart that he would soon fall down, Yingren's safety would be suspended by Chu Huan alone. If he could not kill the young master of Tigerprint, Chu Huan would face a dangerous situation of fighting against two. So he tried his best to kill the young master of Tigerprint, and he would just wait for Ruo to help Chu Huan get rid of a strong enemy.

The young master of Tiger Wisdom wanted to move, but he was stabbed in a knife in his lower abdomen, and Feng Wuma roared in a low voice. One hand had already pinched the young master of Tiger Wisdom's neck. The young master of Tiger Wisdom felt severely, and his neck was even more pinched. The strength on his body disappeared. With a "choking", the big knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole person was exhausted, and blood quickly spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

The death song of the blue-shirted young master was destroyed, and he knew that something was wrong. He saw the tiger-patterned young master being killed by Feng Wuma with one move. In amazement, he hit several cold stars with his hands, but the target was Yingren.

Feng Wuma roared sharply, and with force, the tiger-patterned young master's body was thrown away, blocking Yingren like a flesh shield. With a few "puff puff puff" sounds, the cold stars had already hit the tiger-patterned young master's body.

The young master of tiger pattern had already been penetrated by a knife, and was dying. At this time, a few cold stars hit him, which were all highly poisonous. After the body landed on the ground, it twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Feng Wuma's whole body was exhausted at this time and could no longer hold on. Her body shook and fell down.

The young master of blue shirt was going to shoot out another hidden weapon, but he felt the blade attacking him, and Chu Huan had already rushed over, and the blood-drinking knife in his hand slashed towards the young master of blue shirt in the air.

The Quyin that Master Lan Shirt Relied the most was broken, and he was already a little panicked. He was quite annoyed at this time. If Master Tiger-Shirt underestimated the enemy too much and enjoyed the fun of killing, he would have solved these people long ago.

Repeated delays, but in the end they harm others and yourself.

The young master of tiger pattern died, and the young master of blue shirt lost one arm. Fortunately, Feng Wuma had already fallen at this time, and his life and death were unknown, leaving only Chu Huan.

Chu Huan's sword was very fast, and the young master of blue shirt was not slow. When he stepped back, he fluteed his mouth and wanted to use the same trick again, but Chu Huan's reaction was also quick. When the sound of the flute came up again, Chu Huan's blood-drinking knife slapped the stone floor, making a sound of "papapapapapa". And after each slap, Chu Huan's body moved forward a few points and slowly approached the young master of blue shirt.

The young master in blue shirt complained secretly, but unexpectedly encountered such a difficult opponent.

He had seen Chu Huan's sword skills and knew that he was really no match for Chu Huan's competition. Moreover, his greatest reliance on the sound of the flute was broken by Chu Huan. If this continues, he will sooner or later fall into Chu Huan's hands.

The Death Song was useless, and Yingren's mind began to clear up. He watched Yuan Yu block a knife for him. At this time, he had no doubts about Yuan Yu anymore and knew that he had blamed him wrongly before.

He picked up Yuan Yu's upper body, his eyes were red, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... don't die, I shouldn't doubt you..."

Yuan Yu's mouth was bleeding, but there was a gentle smile on his lips, his face pale, and he whispered: "Don't... don't be too soft. Those who accomplish great things will not be too soft..."

Yingren wiped away the tears in his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, whoever is behind the scenes, I will definitely kill him."

Yuan Yu raised his hand and handed the half jade pendant tightly in his right hand to Yingren, and said with great difficulty: "Please hold it away and leave it to your mother... In order to hide my identity over the years, I have never met her again... I have never met her again, and everything... is it okay?"

Yingren nodded vigorously and said, "She is very good..."

"Some things, she...she will tell you." Yuan Yu's voice became weaker and weaker, and he whispered: "You have Dahua's blood on you, where will it go...you figure it out yourself..." Holding Yingren's hand, he said tremblingly: "Eighteen years ago, I...I secretly married a woman, wanting to... continue the bloodline of the Yuan clan, but... I just gave birth to a daughter, the day before yesterday...the day before yesterday was taken away by them to hostage, you...you help me find it back and take good care of her..."

After saying this, Yuan Yu squirted out another big mouthful, sprinkled on Yingren. Yingren said in a disgusting voice: "Uncle, how are you...you?"

When Yuan Yu heard Yingren call him uncle, he showed a gratitude on his face. He reached out to touch Yingren's face, but he had no strength. Yingren had already grabbed his hand. Yuan Yu's eyes shone and he murmured, "Return to my Dahua...Return to my Dahua..." The voice suddenly stopped, his head tilted, and he died.

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