Lord Futian

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano is sharp and high-pitched, stabbing people's eardrums with pain, and if the momentum is surging through the sky.

Immediately, Li Qingniu felt that there was a thousand swordsmanship enveloping his body, attacking every part of his body.

The offensive is airtight, fierce and fierce, there is no room to hide, and there is nowhere to hide.

Li Qingniu instantly aroused the metallic martial soul, and the golden light of the protective body immediately covered his whole body.

There was a clanging sound, sparks splashing everywhere.

The edge energy was bounced off by the golden light of Li Qingniu's protective body, and shot to the surroundings, immediately arousing a cloud of smoke and dust around.

The bounced blade qi cleaves the tree, and wherever it goes, nothing remains undamaged, and the originally secluded hill suddenly falls into a mess and is in ruins.

Looking at the opponent again, he has retreated to ten feet away in the smoke and dust, holding the piano with one hand and stroking the strings with the other. The sound of the piano is continuous, but the offensive stops abruptly.

When Li Qingniu was feeling doubtful, he was about to approach again and take his opponent down, but suddenly felt that all his limbs were unable to move.

"Master, your body is bound by many invisible strings."

"The strings you can't see?"

Mr. Jian nodded and said: "It should be his'qi'. He can train'qi' to this level. This person is really not easy. Wait for me to cut them off with sword aura."

At this time, I only heard the other party say: "I said that those who crossed the boundary died, don't blame me!" The other party's voice became more cold and frosty, and the cold voice was full of murderous aura.

As the sound of the piano fluctuates and rises, a wave of blade qi continues to attack Li Qingniu's vitals like a tide.

"It depends on how long your golden light can last." As the other party said, he continued to pluck, and the blade gas attacked endlessly.

The one that suffered the most was this mountain. I didn't provoke anyone. It also provides scenery and platforms for people to enjoy and watch. If it weren't for this kind of incident, it should have been a good place to entertain.

The dead leaves of weeds flew all over the sky, and were hit by the rebounding blade gas. Almost all the plants and trees on the hill were destroyed. The smoke and dust seemed to cut the hill into flat ground.

Amid the loud rumbling noise, a figure suddenly burst out of the smoke and dust that filled the field of vision.

"Open the palm of Promise, and see the sun!"

The grand palm strength broke through the air, and the hurricane that it brought up pushed aside the hustle and bustle of the mountains, and at the same time it carried great power and shot towards the piano player.

I saw the person playing the piano, his brows lied slightly, and a powerful blade of energy slashed towards the fierce palm.

In a violent violent, the entire hill was shaken by the force of the impact.

"Oh? Unexpectedly, your palm of the cloud has realized this kind of fire, but you should have been bound by my string. If you hadn't helped by the spirit in your body, you would never have the chance to get out of your palm." Wei said unwillingly.

"So what, if you can find someone to help you, I won't mind. But even if I keep you tied down, your blade energy can't break my golden light, you want to exhaust it with continuous attacks My golden light, but at the same time I am being consumed, your power is not being consumed. The result is nothing more than a loss of both sides at best."

"Since you are so confident, how about trying this trick again?"

With a shout, the sound of the piano re-emerged, and the sound waved like a wave, and when the mind was stirring, the dark clouds in the sky swept across, obscuring the stars and moonlight, and what you saw was a dark scene.

With a crackle, a thunderbolt came from the sky straight above Li Qingniu's head, Li Qingniu dodged to avoid it.

Fang Yi took a wrong step, another thunderbolt fell, and Li Qingniu flashed again...

A series of thunderbolts fell like rain on Li Qingniu's side, and Li Qingniu continued to evade the offensive by virtue of mysterious body techniques.

Seeing the opponent's continuous offensive, Li Qingniu didn't want to fight for too long, so he aroused the golden light of the protective body, intending to resist the lightning strike, and then forcibly broke through and took the person playing the piano.

However, a thunderbolt hit the golden light of his protective body, and immediately made him feel a panic in his heart.

"Qin Yin Lei! Actually there are still people practicing Qin Yin Lei, the master, Qin Yin Lei specializes in protecting the golden light, but the effect on body training is average, and the owner's body should be able to resist for a while." Mr. Jian said.

Upon hearing the words, Li Qingniu retracted the golden light of the protective body and carried the lightning strike hard with his fleshy body.

As Mr. Jian said, after the golden light was put away, when Li Qingniu took a lightning strike with his flesh, it was not as painful as before.

It was just a little bit of numbness, and this little pain had no effect on Li Qingniu.

As the body pain eased, Li Qingniu had no scruples. Despite countless thunderbolts on the body, his figure was not sluggish at all. He once again deceived himself in front of the piano player, raising his arm and punching only the opponent's cheek.

When the fist wind passed, as if nothing was touching, his fist seemed to penetrate the opponent's body, but the white-clothed man who was penetrated after an instant disappeared into a cloud of phantom.

However, Li Qingniu clearly remembered that when he attacked the white man’s face last time, his hand was very close to the white man’s face although he did not know it. He could clearly feel the temperature of the opponent’s body and the air flow from his breath. It may just be a phantom.

But now the figure that he punched through, apart from the appearance and movements that were no different from a real person, he couldn't feel any temperature or breath at all.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement behind him.

Li Qingniu turned around and took a palm shot, and the wind of the palm once again penetrated the white-clothed man who suddenly appeared behind him, and the white-clothed man immediately dissipated again, still just an image.

After doing this three or five times, Mr. Jian said: "This should be a sound transformation, and it is a technique that has been a special skill in the ancient times."

Li Qingniu said: "I don't care if he uses an extinct technique, but it reminds me of the first time I dealt with the cloaked man."

Because of the cloak man, Li Qingniu extremely disliked opponents who were as slippery as mud and refused to confront head-on.

Being fooled again this time naturally made my heart burn with anger.

I saw Li Qingniu closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something in his mouth: "God's eyes open things, kill phantom Xumi, all phenomena are played out, only the sky is one place, see the sky and see the idiot...break!"

Li Qingniu's forehead opened his eyes, and in an instant the yellow sand rolled, covering the sky and the sun, and a whirlwind spontaneously emerged from the top of the mountain, flying up in the sky, driving away the dark clouds.

The dark clouds dissipated and the stars and moonlight reappeared.

The eyes of the gods killed all the illusions, and the phantoms slaughtered them.

Seeing this, the white-clothed man hurriedly withdrew and retreated to the side of the mountain before Li Qingniu opened his eyes.

At this time, Li Qingniu had closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, and the moment he opened his eyes, his figure swayed behind the man in white. He stretched out his hand like lightning to clasp his right arm, and pressed the other hand on his shoulder.

The white-clothed person can only use the remaining left hand to support the piano. The white-clothed person's hands are occupied and unable to resist for a while.

Although separated from the clothes, Li Qingniu could still feel the smoothness of the opponent's skin.

The fragrant wind on the opponent's body rushed forward and poured into Li Qingniu's nose, which made a burst of joy and excitement, and he didn't know why.

"Master, don't smell the scent on her body." Mr. Jian's voice came. Li Qing Newton became sober and quickly closed his breath, ready to mobilize his true energy to force the drug out.

But just before he was in a daze, the white-clothed man broke free from his hands like a loach.

Immediately, the white-clothed man leaped back with lightning, while playing the piano again.

The sound of the rumbling piano shook the ears and drums, making people unable to concentrate. While the gods were unable to guard, the figure in white did not stop at all, jumped and flew away from the top of the mountain, and disappeared quickly.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared completely that the sound of the piano echoing in the sky completely disappeared.

When Li Qingniu forced the drug out of his body, the other party had already fled.

Mr. Jian said that the opponent was not using martial arts skills, and that he knew how to disrupt tracking. Now it was unnecessary here, and Li Qingniu did not pursue it.

"I don't know what his origin is, he actually has a stunt that was lost in ancient times." Mr. Jian doubted.

"It doesn't seem that she used a martial arts skill just now?" Qing Niu asked.

Mr. Jian nodded and said: "The master is right, but it is impossible for ordinary people to practice the skills of piano sound thunder and sound illusion. Only the martial artist can sacrifice his own martial arts."

"Sacrifice Martial Soul?" Li Qingniu couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard this statement for the first time.

"Yes, this is a method of exchanging spirits. In the ancient times, some martial artists who possessed martial souls but could not develop to the extreme due to various reasons would choose to sacrifice martial souls in exchange for other than martial souls. The advanced skills that people can usually obtain are those with the same attributes as their original martial spirits. For example, when sacrificing fire martial spirits, they usually get fire-attribute skills, but the new skills they obtain do not need to rely on. Wuhun can also be activated at will, but although the skills obtained in this way are better than the original Wuhun skills, but there is no room for follow-up development, what you look like when you exchange it will always be what it looks like, unlike Wushu. Soul, even people with poor aptitudes will have some chances of ascending, so this method has gradually been used by no one, especially in the ancient times, the sacrifice method has been lost, and no one has heard of it since then. It’s a matter of sacrificing Wuhun."

"Then what is the attribute of the piano sound she just used?" Li Qingniu asked

"It has no attributes. This is what makes it special. Sometimes the sacrificers will occasionally get piano sound skills other than Wuhun. They can use the piano sound to manipulate all natural things for their driving. Wind, rain, thunder, lightning, sand, dust, wood and stone can all be used for driving. For what they used, they seem to have given themselves a title, but I can't remember what it is." Mr. Jian explained.

"Use the piano to manipulate all things in nature... But how could he know so many things about me? Why did she come out for me? Just to test me, or for some purpose?" Li Qingniu frowned, thinking constantly in his heart these questions.

However, he has associated many people and things, and he has never found any clues for reference.

And the only thing that made him feel suspicious was Xingchen Pavilion, because he only went to Xingchen Pavilion today to inquire about the whereabouts of Nie Wushuang and the deaf mother, and then someone came to the door immediately, and specifically mentioned Master and Xiaoman to help others.

If all of this is just a coincidence, then this coincidence would have happened too soon.