The piece originally given to Sun Wenhua of Longhe City.

What do you mean by the selected track?

The murderous intention will definitely not work. The rest is the intention of wind, cloud and Tai Chi.

Yunyi!

Gu Shuo instantly chose Yunyi. The core of Yunyi is ethereal, which makes the monks have the ethereal emotion of sitting and watching the clouds roll and relax.

"Ding ding dong dong..."

The meaning of the cloud is poured into the sound of the piano, and it spreads to the surroundings with Gu Shuo as the center.

Even the monks who were following him, all the fear and tension in their hearts were swept away at this time, and an ethereal feeling was born in their hearts. If they hadn't instinctively followed Gu Shuo and flew forward quickly, they would have wanted to stop and lie down.

On the grass, watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky.

The roar of the angry beast began to weaken, and the galloping monster slowed down, with fierce and ethereal eyes intertwined.

"Wob..." The sound of the flute suddenly became louder.

"Ding ding dong dong..." The sound of the piano is like mercury pouring down the ground.

The two melodies are fighting and entangled in space, coming and going, infiltrating and colliding with each other.

The footsteps behind him became slower, and Gu Shuo knew that it was his teammates who were affected by the sound of the piano. The sound of his piano moved upward, then passed over the heads of the monks, and finally spread to the surroundings.

The monks woke up suddenly, with frightened expressions on their faces. They quickened their pace again and followed closely behind Gu Shuo.

The monsters no longer roared or moved around. Some monsters were already lying on the ground, looking up at the clouds in the sky.

The sound of the flute disappeared.

On a branch in the distance, there is a woman in colorful clothes with an ashen complexion. She is the demon clan Fenghou.

Rhythm was her natal magical power, but Gu Shuo, who understood Yun Yi to great perfection, defeated her magical power. Her magical power was only awakened at the first level. If she awakened at the second level...

Her eyes flashed fiercely.

Since the musical power cannot kill you, then I will use my true strength to kill you.

"Gu Shuo!"

"Trash with the help of foreign objects!"

"Without the foreign object, killing you is like killing a chicken!"

"There are only a few dozen people, even if you use Zhou Tian Baolu, I will still kill you!"

A rumble of sound came, accompanied by a roaring figure flying over quickly.

night!

Moonlight night!

The clouds are like white gauze, changing silently.

Under the vast sea of ​​crystal clear stars, a figure approaches gracefully. It should have been as light as a fairy, but now it is dragging waves of fierce flames.

"Gu Shuo, take the people away!"

Bei Wushuang and the other golden elixirs rushed into the air, and then they saw the wind roar slapping out a palm. The space seemed to freeze for a moment, and then a big palm suddenly appeared in the air and smacked Bei Wushuang and the other golden elixirs head-on.

Gu Shuo's expression changed.

Can't stop it!

These golden elixirs couldn't stop it, and the wind roar turned out to be in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"Qiang!"

It was too late for Gu Shuo to sacrifice the peacock feather, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, carrying the secret of killing that was close to the beginning. The most powerful form of the Great Desolate Sword, the ninth sword of the Nine Swords of the Great Desolate roared out.

Murderous aura filled the night sky, as if thousands of troops were charging towards that big palm.

Flags are fluttering, swords and guns are standing everywhere, and murderous intent is boiling.

"Boom boom boom..."

If thousands of troops and horses, like a torrent of steel, intensively collided with the slapping big palm, and the power of Bei Wushuang's golden elixirs hit that big palm, the big palm would be broken, but one thumb would be intact.

No damage, click it.

"boom……"

The bodies of the three golden elixirs instantly exploded into blood mist, and the thumb continued to fall, pressing on the ground, creating a sinkhole in the ground.

Bei Wushuang and others also fell to the ground like dumplings.

"laugh……"

The peacock feather was sacrificed by Gu Shuo, and it circled around the body. The figure rushed into the air, and the breath instantly climbed to the peak of the third level of Nascent Soul.

"Woo..."

Fenghou pointed the jade flute in his hand toward Gu Shuo, and then sprayed out dense wind blades from the jade flute. Those wind blades grew when they saw the wind, and instantly turned into huge wind blades about ten feet long, flying towards Gu Shuo.

Come rushing.

The ancient sword leads the way.

Tai Chi Sword Intent.

Gu Shuo was as if he was in a swirling vortex. The vortex turned red and blue in color. The dense and huge wind blades cut into the Tai Chi vortex, and were pulled by the rapidly circling vortex and poured to one side.

Gu Shuo jumped out of the whirlpool and slashed out with his long sword the Nine Swords of the Wilderness, which contained the secret of killing.

Thousands of troops and horses appeared again, but this time it was based on the peak of the third level of Nascent Soul, with stronger murderous intent, more troops and horses, covering the sky and the sun. "Boom, boom, boom..."

A trace of surprise flashed in Fenghou's eyes. He originally planned to kill Gu Shuo with one move, but he didn't expect that Gu Shuo could remove his own attack and counterattack.

What kind of technique is his red and blue vortex?

No matter what technique it is, it is nothing but scum in the face of absolute strength!

Fenghou pointed the flute in his hand again, and this time more dense wind blades roared in, each one exceeding five feet. Countless five-foot-long wind blades gathered together, like a wind dragon charging towards Gu Shuo

Come. Thousands of troops and horses are as fragile as scarecrows. They are broken into pieces one after another, and the boiling murderous intention is blown away.

Gu Shuo's figure plummeted and fell into the red and blue vortex, and at the same time he thrust out a Tai Chi sword intention again.

Thinking quickly in my mind.

"After all, this third level of Nascent Soul is not my own cultivation, it is just borrowed from the peacock feathers. Even if it is used to release the Great Desolate Sword that contains the secret of killing, it is not Fenghou's opponent. On the contrary, the Tai Chi Sword's four or two strokes can lift a thousand pounds."

The opponent's attack.

But just defending without attacking, passively being beaten, will lead to death sooner or later.

I still don’t understand enough Tai Chi Sword Intent, and the opponent’s strength is lower. I can still remove the opponent’s magical power, and then bounce it back, and use the other person’s way to retaliate. But the opponent’s cultivation is higher than mine.

There are too many, and it is no longer easy to remove the magical power, and there is no spare power to rebound it."

"If this is the case, isn't it a doomed situation?"

"And this peacock feather has less than twenty breaths left. Once the peacock feather fails, you will definitely die."

"What else can I do?"

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"

"But the Night Walk of Hundreds of Ghosts hurts itself before hurting others. Once the soul is lost, there will no longer be hope for the Nascent Soul."

"I still have a little bit of liquefied spiritual consciousness!"

"Try it!"

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"No!"

"I also have music skills."

Under the night sky, although the wind blade disappeared, the strong wind howled. There was a restlessness with murderous intent in the coldness. This restlessness with murderous intent came not only from Gu Shuo, but also from the roar of the wind.

The two sides fighting are extremely asymmetrical.

One party is in the late Nascent Soul stage, but the other party is only at the fourth level of the Golden Core.

A wind dragon surrounds the whole body, and the scales of the wind dragon are pieces of wind blades, shining with sharp light.

There are two colors of red and blue swirling around the body, which contains a mysterious atmosphere.

Behind Gu Shuo, Bei Wushuang and others had retreated far away, their eyes full of expectation and trust.

This kind of expectation and trust was built game by game by Gu Shuo during the catastrophe in the Northland.

Even though the power between the two sides is extremely asymmetric at this time, they still have trust and expectations for Gu Shuo.

Gu Shuo's bent fingers popped out the magic weapon bell.

"when……"

The bells roared on Fenghou's head, but a wave of demonic energy rushed up from Fenghou's head, and the magic weapon bell shattered with a bang.
To be continued...