New White Snake Asking Immortals

Iron armor gallops across the board.

The army lined up and rushed no matter who was trampled into minced meat, the main road was rumbling and shaking, and more than a thousand armored soldiers rushed and rushed, even if the chaotic soldiers of the same camp stood in front, they would not stop, regardless of the trampling, the archers pulled out Arrows ready to shoot.

Bai Yujun tapped his toes and jumped up lightly, and the white dress fell to the top of the archway in the center of the street.

The torii is large and strong in stone.

It was a bit interesting to see those rumbling armored soldiers. There were many monks and magic cultivators among the armored soldiers. Yes, the chaos in the world was an opportunity for magic cultivators. How could they miss it?

"Not bad, I can have fun tonight."

The numb nerves finally had a little fun. In addition, the generals and horses can feed their stomachs, which is very good.

This army should be the core elite of the rebels. It is better equipped than other soldiers and refugees. It is well trained and wears iron armor to cooperate with tacit understanding. With a large army of armored soldiers, how can ordinary people have this uprising.

Sit down cross-legged, with the guqin on his knees.

When the fingers strummed the sound of the qin, first there was a familiar tune of "House of Flying Daggers". This tune was played by Bai Yujun on the guqin and appeared in this world for the first time. In an instant, many people who knew the rhythm were stunned.

The sound of slaughter filled the air, and the running armored soldiers were ready to shoot arrows!

"Prepare~!"

The commander shouted hoarsely.

With an order, hundreds of archers raised their longbows and arrows, and there was a sound of overwhelmed squeaks.

The leading officer is still calculating the distance and trying to aim more arrows at the demon girl. He is not afraid, because there are still the biggest cards in the army behind him. He just needs to kill this little cultivator as before, the first wave of chaos. If the arrows fly together, she will waste her energy to intercept and create convenient conditions for the big man behind him.

The distance is just right!

"Release the arrow~!"

Bai Yujun felt that it was the sound of wind, like a gust of wind, the firelight reflected the dense arrows, and the arrows flew into the sky with the sound of breaking the air and struck the archway in a semicircle.

The sound of the piano is still the same, except that the two hands speed up and play as if they are flung outward.

Countless small wind blades that could not be seen by the naked eye flew towards the arrows, either split in half or cut off. The two forces collided and crackled, and the arrows fell to the ground.

The sound of the song is majestic and passionate, and the listeners are all excited!

After throwing arrows, the archers on the side of the army immediately moved to the sides and continued to shoot arrows to interfere. The sword and shield soldiers and spearmen behind rushed forward, and many martial arts masters, low-level monks and magic cultivators were hiding among them.

The sound of the piano continued, and the sword and shield soldiers who rushed in front found that the shield was silently cut open, and then saw that their headless body was still running...

The head of a snake sitting on the top of the torii does not lift, but only plucks the strings!

The elite soldiers that the gatekeepers spent a lot of money cultivate kept falling down, and they kept going one step after another, failing to take a step forward.

Murderous intent.

With the continuous wave of arms, countless shadows flew out.

The armored soldiers were afraid and refused to charge forward and die. It doesn't matter if the opponent can match them even if they are stronger. As long as they can fight with them, they have confidence. But now they can't touch each other at all. Remnant, this battle is simply not something they can fight.

Standing still, the archers no longer shoot arrows...

suddenly.

On the other side of the intersection, a three- or four-year-old girl covered in blood whimpered and walked forward blankly, calling for her parents.

"Father...Mother...Where are you woohoo..."

Bai Yujun, who was playing the piano, pressed the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. His eyes were silently fixed on the little girl.

The girl passed by the burning house, among the corpses.

It's just a doll looking for a home. Unfortunately, she may never find her parents and can't find her home. The war has destroyed everything, or there will be a dirty little girl who starves to death on the street in the future. Trafficking and war have changed her life, and there are many, many children like her.

Quiet, deadly, the countless armored soldiers and the white figures on the archway watched quietly, watching the girl walk through the crossroads to another street, looking for the parents who could never be found.

There seems to be an unspoken understanding.

The girl walked through the crossroads, the crying faded away, the fight resumed, and a group of masters jumped out of the armor and went straight to the archway!

Bai Yujun suddenly remembered the incapacity in a certain movie. The two ranked No. 2 killers. Even if the ending was not good, he couldn't hide that piece, Zheng Feng, and that classic line. He fiddled with the strings and played it again. !

"A song is heartbroken, where can I find a soulmate in the end of the world."

The sound of the piano rang loudly, constantly wielding a sharp blade with a flickering cold light!

Good guy, there are more than 30 masters hiding, and the ability to hold back so many geniuses to break the city is also in the mind of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, so let's use their blood to pay homage to the dead souls.

The masters only felt that the killer move in front of them was looming under the moonlight...

Several heads flew up, stumps and broken arms were scattered, and the blood spilled at night looked black. The walls were painted black, and the people who jumped up and rushed over kept falling, followed by powerful characters.

Qianqianyu fingers are still plucking the strings of the piano and slamming forward, sharp blades all over the sky!

Among those masters, there was a sword cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, who was the secret leader of the entire chaos army and the most powerful person behind the clique. With the help of the deaths of those martial arts masters and magic cultivators, he got closer to the woman in white, and he could see clearly the woman in the moonlight. Meimei also knows that its cultivation is not low, and only the strongest moves can kill it.

close!

The sword box rang out from behind, and seven ancient and simple swords popped out, slamming the sword and Yujian to stab! Six swords form a circle, guarding a broad sword in the middle!

Bai Yujun was indifferent.

"It's kind of interesting."

He stood up abruptly, took a step back with his left foot and erected the guqin at the same time.

At this time, the music has reached the exciting part~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Bai Yujun wants everyone to remember.

The hands are dazzled and the strings are continuously plucked.

The guqin belt had some thunder and lightning flashes, and the seven flying swords stabbing in front stopped at the same time, the swords bent and trembled as if they were on top of an insurmountable barrier, and the sword cultivator at the early stage of Jindan at the back was blushing and showing blue veins. Also push the sword hard!

To the last sound.

Ignoring the Seven Swords, he yanked the strings with both hands like hooks!

Zheng...! !

Time seemed to stand still, and the six outer swords in the circle were the first to shatter. First, the tip of the sword continued to move backwards until the hilt, and then the broad sword with the main ultimate move in the middle. Cracks appeared on the blade, collapsed, and the sky was sharp and smashed. The torrential rain swept back, piercing the body of the cultivator who was shaken out of internal injuries, covering the hordes of armored soldiers...

Looking at the **** street, a certain snake felt something.

"I don't need a bosom friend."