Chapter 327 [That Killer]

With a clear sound, the sharp scabbard fell to the ground, the sound of the piano stopped, and the bead curtains on the corridor swayed in the wind and made a pleasant sound.

The man's bony hands were pressed on the strings of the piano. The man looked over from a distance through the overlapping bead curtains. The bead curtains swayed very gently. He accidentally glanced and asked, "So the girl is not blind?"

That sentence seemed like a question but it was also a word of affirmation.

Jiang Zuilan held the sword lightly in his hand and held the sword flower in his hand. There was a hint of gloom in his flat tone, "You know why you ask questions."

After saying that, he raised his sword and jumped over, crossing the atrium in an instant on tiptoe. A light sword jumped into the corridor and passed through the glass bead curtain. The sword light and glass reflected each other.

The blade of the sword cuts iron like mud, blowing hair and breaking hair. When the bead curtain lightly touches the beads on it, the beads fall one by one on the wooden floor, scattering in all directions. Occasionally, a few slip along the railing of the boat and fall into the water.

In an instant, people had crossed the bead curtain.

The person sitting at the piano table raised his hand slightly and touched the strings lightly, and a simple and melodious piano sound jumped up lightly. When he touched the strings with his hand, a simple and ethereal piano sound came out from his fingertips.

Silver strands as thin as hair were quietly fluttering along the corridor. Jiang Zuilan stopped, tilted his head slightly and turned over to avoid one, and then turned several times to avoid the silver strands that were blowing behind him one after another.

The white dress with green silk threads is flying, light and airy, the slender waist is folded lightly, falling to the ground silently, the body is as light as a swallow, as if dancing to the sound of the piano.

If this extremely thrilling confrontation were seen by others, they would probably think that the two of them were dancing together while the other played the piano.

The silver wire was slender and sharp, with a faint cold light. The layers of bead curtains were cut off, and they were all separated. The beads poured down like rain, and fell on Jiang Zuilan's sword with a crisp sound. The beads on the ground were a little careless.

It will slip with one foot.

The silver thread crossed Jiang Zuilan and came back. She raised her sword and slashed at the silver thread. The seemingly slender silver thread did not move at all, forcing her to turn over and retreat to the court. She turned over several times but could not get past the silver thread.

Seeing the silver threads sealing the blood throat glowing with sharp light, they became more and more dense, as dense as a net. No matter how good her Qinggong was, she couldn't divide herself into several small strips and jump over.

This formation was so difficult and weird that she couldn't find any flaws. The sound of the piano was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the silver wire was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. The people in the corridor were sitting upright on Mount Tai.

Jiang Zuilan's eyes flashed with intense murderous intent, and with luck on his sword, he swung his sword like a stream of light and passed through the air. The sword shadows shot through the air with the cold sword energy. The sword light flashed past in the court, and the sound of swords was heard.

The ringing made my ears ring.

Wherever the sword energy touched, the silver wires broke off. The sound of the piano was simple and exciting, like pearls and jade falling on a plate. The silver wires that followed followed the sound of the piano as if they had eyes. One by one, they avoided the sword energy and swayed in all directions.

The entire water-painted boat was shaking.

The sound of the piano arose, and the mesh moved quickly from four directions. There was a bird chirping next to her ears, and the mesh shrank smaller and smaller. She frowned, jumped up suddenly, leaned against the roof of the courtyard, and paused for a few times in the air.

Second.

A blue bird entered by mistake, and the mesh gathered in the blink of an eye. The bird's chirping suddenly stopped, and only a few green feathers fell in the air. The bright red blood stains fell like red plums blooming, and they were like a meat grinder.

The silver thread hit the target with one strike, but no blood stained the thread. The hem of Jiang Zuilan's skirt rose and fell gracefully, the sound of the piano softened, the silver thread slowly spread out, and Jiang Zuilan was trapped in the net.

The last piano note fell, and the song ended.

When people outside the boat heard this song, they could only feel their voices lingering for three days. The sound lingered, and they were not aware of the danger in it at all.

The person sitting at the piano table stood up and walked around, walking around the bead curtain that had long since disappeared, and came slowly.
Chapter completed!