Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

A trace of warmth flowed into the bottom of my heart, Chu Fengyu seemed a little restless, unable to grasp the rhythm of the rhythm, who disturbed his pure dream.

The internal force in his hand controlled the sound of the piano, and the sharp edges floated out, but the appearance of the boy in white playing the flute last night echoed in his mind.

Suddenly, he felt waves of force coming towards him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the strange formation from last time again. He quickly flew to dodge it, but he didn't want to be attacked by someone on his back, so he passed the sword sideways, piercing the red robe.

Stretching out his hand to wipe away the traces of blood from the corner of his mouth, a gleam of light flashed across Chu Fengyu's gloomy eyes, not knowing what role Nangong Xiao played in this.

Almost all the Xuanyin family came this time, but they still haven't seen the person in charge, but it is conceivable that I will have a fierce battle today, and now I am alone, it seems that the chance of winning is not great.

"It seems that today we have to fight to the death with this seat."

Then there was a halo of light all over his body, Chu Fengyu raised his internal strength to the extreme, propped up a protective layer of luck, and continued to pluck the strings.

Plain and slender fingers fluttered on the strings, and the wonderful sound was a reminder for death. Many people in black couldn't resist it, but they spit out their efforts and died.

The Xuanyin soul array has also taken shape, Wu Dao controls the main soul in the middle, and the other elders also join forces, rushing towards Chu Fengyu's position with a powerful impact.

The young man in red was not afraid, he still used the sound of the piano to make a sword, and fought with it.

The halo formed by bursts of piano sounds spread outward with strong internal force, and the man in black was forced to retreat step by step, but some strong opponents continued to attack.

Wu Dao stabilized his mind, he didn't expect this kid to control the sound of the piano so well now.

The two powerful air currents collided with each other, and then bounced back separately. Chu Fengyu jumped into the air cross-legged, dodging the attack, but his heart still tightened violently, suppressing the turbulent blood in his heart. on the strings.

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the flute came from a distance, coming in unison.

Wandering over in white clothes, a thin figure landed beside Chu Fengyu.

Huang Qingyue walked halfway, but she finally complied with her own heart, took the token to Yuqi, and asked him to go to the posthouse to pick up Lin Ruoxuan, then turned her head and chased after that person.

I don't know why I have to do this, but only one voice reminds me that Chu Fengyu can't have an accident.

Looking up at the young man in white beside him, Chu Fengyu had a gentle smile in his eyes.

"Huang Qingyue, why did you come here? My life and death are uncertain today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to trap you in the future."

"How can Prince Chu have an accident in Beihuang? As the prince of Beihuang, I will never let you have any mistakes."

A firm sentence, with a bit of coldness, but no emotion in it, as if it should be done.

"Hehe, how can I let you down."

"Seventh prince, you came at a good time. I don't know the whereabouts of Xuanyin flute. Now that it is in your hands, I hope it can be returned to the Xuanyin family."

"The elder's words are too radical. How did I ever say that this belongs to your Xuanyin family?"

The indifferent sentence made Wu Dao feel cold all over. The Seventh Prince didn't seem to be as easy to deal with as in the legend, nor was he as weak as in the legend.

"Does the Seventh Prince also want to make things difficult for our Xuanyin family?"

Fan Zhen stood up and spoke angrily.

"Why be so angry, this flute was given by my father, Huang Qingyue dare not give it to anyone casually."

Where did Huangbei get this treasure of the Xuanyin family, Wu Dao stroked his beard and thought quietly.

"You mean you won't pay it back now?"

Fan Zhen uttered a word of displeasure out of anger, as if he wanted to grab it.

"I heard that my father is investigating the Xuanyin family. I think you all came out of the rivers and lakes to fight for the world. Could it be that Huang Qingyue returned the flute, so you can stand by the world?"

More than a hundred years ago, no one knew the strength of the Xuanyin family. The ancestors wanted to use the invincible Xuanyin qin and flute to fight their way out and annex the world.

"This, as the seventh prince said, the Xuanyin family will not let go, this is the last wish left by the ancestors."

Wu Dao thought about it and said, "But the Xuanyin Qindi belongs to the Xuanyin family, if the Seventh Prince doesn't return it, then we will have to offend."

At that time, they were able to make zithers and flutes, and the ancestors of the Xuanyin family also left a technique of restraint. These elders are also old people who have lived for more than 100 years, so they are not very afraid of Xuanyin zithers.