Wanjie Supreme Creditor System

Chapter 578 Su Xiaoxiao makes a move, the power of the piano sound

Hearing the order, the 39 people at the scene all rushed towards the crowd in the middle like snowflakes with big knives in their hands.

"It's snowing forever!"

Su Liuxing knew that although his bodyguards were the most, they were also the most useless, so he rushed out of the crowd immediately, like a flying blue elf.

Accompanied by the shout, he separated his hands, and rushed towards the six men in black with knives in front of him in a stream of cold air.

"Release the true energy, send and receive freely, innate master!"

The man in black who attacked was very knowledgeable, and immediately yelled, wanting to dodge, but couldn't.

Seeing the cold air in the air, they enveloped them, and the ice fell all over the sky, as if it was snowing.

The six of them felt very strenuous even to move, as if they were frozen in ice and snow.

"beat!"

The bodyguards who arrived later hit their chests and faces with telescopic sticks.

"Boom bang bang..."

Even if they tried their best to hit others, it seemed as if they hit the big drum, as if they missed at all.

The few people who rushed up were instantly dumbfounded.

Others can't move, let them fight in vain, but they can't move at all.

What a tragedy!

"A bunch of trash, get out of here!"

Some people under control tried their best to move their hands and feet and knocked away the bodyguard in front of them.

Unable to bear even a slow blow, it fell to the ground.

The rest of the bodyguards didn't dare to step forward, their form was better than theirs, and there was absolutely nothing they could do.

In front of powerful warriors, they are just decorations!

Miss Protection, they are completely useless.

On the other hand, Su Liuxing, because of using the ice zhenqi, took the lead, kept wandering and attacking.

What surprised Leng Yi the most was Feng Dan, who looked very rigid, but at the moment showed terrifying fighting power.

A dagger in his hand, with a figure like lightning, shuttled within Su Liuxing's attack range, continuously piercing into the bodies of the men in black.

The shot is ruthless, every time it must be the key.

The shoulders, neck, popliteal fossa, wrists, and abdomen, although they are not dead, will all lose their combat effectiveness.

At least the day after tomorrow peak master.

On the other side, Wu Qian, with a figure like smoke, had a soft sword in his hand, which he used superbly.

Although it is only in the innate realm, the sword glow is flickering, erratic and unpredictable.

There are many people attacking you, but you can still barely protect yourself.

The little old man next to him held a pipe and pot in his hand, which seemed to be made of fine steel, and could fight against the big sword of the man in black.

Moreover, he turned out to be a half-step master, with weird moves, and every time he hit acupuncture points by surprise, all of them were seriously injured.

The remaining five or six men in black rushed towards the mother.

The knife was fierce and took people's lives, leaving her no chance to survive.

It was the first time Leng Yi saw his mother make a move, her figure was like rain, continuous, and phantoms everywhere.

There is an Emei thorn in each hand, and the moves are light, eye-catching and effortless.

In a short period of time, the mother will not have problems, but after a long time, the result is unknown.

The most difficult thing was for his father. His palms were whistling, but it had little effect. He couldn't catch up with Mu Yi at all. He always seemed to be a few points behind.

Instead, it was Mu Yi's attack, Leng Fengkuang was always forced to retreat, disrupting the rhythm of the attack.

In such a situation, one negligence would result in serious injuries.

Qinglong is only acquired, barely able to cope with one person.

Yu Luocha wielded a long whip and defeated five masters with ease, but it would take time to defeat them all.

Probably knowing that the situation will not change, Leng Yi said to Su Xiaoxiao beside him:

"Shoot, leave alive!"

While speaking, he had already walked out of the hiding place and slowly walked into the battlefield.

Su Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and sat cross-legged on the steps in front of the door, playing the piano with both hands, and there were bursts of clanking.

In an instant, Wu Qian, Su Liuxing, Yu Luocha and the others all felt a force springing up in their bodies, giving them great support.

They immediately thought of the sound of the piano, which was a very weird feeling.

After fighting, he secretly looked over and found that Su Xiaoxiao was sitting on the steps in front of the door playing the piano, giving the impression of a fairy.

Naturally, I also saw Leng Yi, walking calmly and giving people a feeling of peace of mind.

They felt stable and happy, but the man in black opposite him felt extremely uncomfortable.The sound of the piano seems to contain magic power, which makes them upset and short of breath.

Everyone's eyes flustered, and the offensive rhythm was instantly disrupted.

Such a strange change, even the strong, cannot adapt to it.

In a short period of time, the situation of the battle changed. Even though the number of people was small, the men in black on the opposite side were still fighting.

If you want to win in the end, sooner or later.

"Mom, do you want to rest for a while, I'll take care of them?"

Leng Yi walked outside his mother's battle group and said loudly.

Killing a few men in black is no small feat. A group of shady killers are not worthy of living in this world.

After Cui Fengxia heard the sound of the piano, she felt something that she couldn't comprehend before, and she suddenly understood it, and her memory was being deepened.

After hearing his son's words, he hurriedly said:

"Son, you don't need it, you can go to your father, I still want to familiarize myself with the current fighting skills!"

In order to improve her strength, she never gave up even in the crisis of life and death.

Leng Yi felt helpless, wondering if his mother was so competitive when she was young.

Probably not, I don't have that time at all.

Turning around and walking towards his father, the lights and swords on the battlefield were no threat to him, and he didn't even look at them.

Anyway, there will be no danger.

He walked straight to three meters behind his father, and just about to speak, he saw his father blocked a knife, and he couldn't help but retreat towards him, and he stopped him.

"Dad, I'll hit him for you, but you didn't reply, let's talk about it later!"

He straightened Leng Feng Kuang and Leng Yi looked at Mu Yi in front of him indifferently.

He seemed to blend into the darkness, giving people a strange feeling.

Only the big knife in his hand reflected the light, as if it could blend into the dark night sky.

"Be careful! Damn, after I recover, I must teach them a good lesson, what rubbish!"

Leng Feng was panting like an ox, his muscles were trembling, his hands were covered with cracks, and blood seeped out quickly.

Not an opponent at all, just the result of stubborn persistence.

Leng Yi saw it clearly, and said solemnly:

"I'll talk about the future. Today's Muyi, I'll capture you."

After the words fell, he let go of his father and took a step forward slowly.

Shaking his right hand, Fang Tian's painted halberd appeared in his hand, pointed at Mu Yi, and said:
"How you fought off my father, I will do the same!"

If others treat their father coldly, they must treat this person well.

Mu Yi, who was hiding in the darkness, didn't catch up just now, swung the long knife in his hand, and changed into a defensive posture.

I just took the opportunity to observe the battlefield and found that a dozen of the forty people I brought with me were already lying on the ground, unable to fight.

There are still more than 20 people who are struggling to support, and it will be a matter of time before they lose.

Everything changed because of a girl playing the guqin, which made people feel out of place, but she was the one who changed the situation of the battle.

(End of this chapter)