Chapter 668 Xiaosheng

Without the assistance of the girl of the Yin family, it was difficult for Shi Zi'an to compete with Xiaozhu. After a few breaths, he encountered dangers many times.

After Xiaozhu suddenly realized the sword meaning of Tianren, he was no longer blindly clever, and he was not afraid to touch Shi Zi'an with his sword. After Shi Zi'an lost the biggest advantage of "power", he was not an opponent at all. In addition, with a breath, it was even more dangerous.

The sound of the flute sounded again, slow and low, full of a sense of depression, as if touching the clouds in the sky. Hearing this laughter, Xiaozhu's chest was stuffy, and the sword also blocked it, allowing Shi Zi'an to take back the opportunity.

"Come again!" Qin Yan shouted in a low voice, "Little girl, do you know how hard you blow?"

His words were mixed with a low magic sound, which was not noticed by others, but in the ears of the Yin girl, it made her chest as painful as a tear, and her mind was more like a sharp cone piercing, which was more unbearable.

The girl of the Yin family made a depressing and low scream, and finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her snow-white clothes were stained with shocking red, and her delicate body was as fragile as paper, like drifting leaves, falling dust.

She knelt on the ground, supported herself with one hand, struggled to stand still, and then put the jade flute to her mouth, endured the severe pain in her body, and resolutely played the sad tune.

"It's really stubborn." Qin Yan sneered and was about to make up for a blow to defeat the woman's soul. At this time, Yu Hanyan said, "This little girl is very stubborn! It's a little similar to my family."

"Well, the music she plays is as bad as yours..."

The voice was sad and melancholy. Despite the bleeding from the corners of her mouth, the girl of the Yin family still tried to invade Xiaozhu's spiritual world. But after she was hit hard by Qin Yan, her breath had been disordered. Hearing from Xiaozhu, the player desperately wanted to infect her with a depressed mood, just to lower her fighting spirit, and it was too self-evident. Just now, she was just accidentally distracted by the sound of the flute evoked the memory of Grandpa Bai. As a martial artist with swordsman, as long as she doesn't want to be sad, who can make her feel sad? If Shi Zi'an hadn't been entangled again and again, wouldn't she have let the blowjob hidden behind sit safely?

Xiaosheng was in vain, and the situation poured down again and again, and finally broke the fragile string that determined the victory or defeat. The Yin girl's heart became more and more miserable and helpless, and she was more astringent and dull in the sound of the flute.

Qin Yan shook his head: "Senior sister, this man is worse than you..."

The voice has not yet fallen, and the victory and defeat have been divided. The bamboo sword touched Shi Zi'an's neck, leaving a red dot. The sound of the condensed flute stopped abruptly and fell into silence.

At that moment, the suffocating strong sword made a stinging light in her eyes and disappeared in an instant, only making the heart of the Yin girl tighten in an instant and forget to beat in pain.

After this sword, the world is silent.

When the bamboo sword was taken back, only the wind could be heard quietly. Xiaozhu turned around and walked back to his seat silently.

After a moment of distraction, the focus of Shi Zi'an's eyes reconverged and saw the result clearly. He looked at Xiaozhu's back and touched the little blood stain on his throat. His expression was dull and at a loss.

'It turns out that I'm not even qualified to let the eight-armed madman take action!'

He doesn't even know the origin of the girl who defeated him. The girl left her own life after winning, which is by no means a magic style. Could it be that she is also a poor person who was coerced by the eight-armed maniac?

Is there nothing you can do under the eight-armed madman?

Shi Zi'an suddenly felt that the reputation of "Sword" was a joke.

He looked at Xiaozhu's sad and happy face after sitting down, took a deep breath, put his sword back to the sheath, and bowed his hand: "Thank you, Miss Xiaozhu, for your mercy under the sword. Shi Zi'an remembers it!"

Xiaozhu didn't make a sound, but the eight-armed madman laughed rudely: "Mr. Shi won't continue to kill demons?"

Shi Zi'an shook his head, turned around to hold the unstable girl of the Yin family, and strode out of the door.

"Brother Zi'an, where are we going?" The Yin girl's voice was weak, but she was more nervous about the arrogant young master, afraid that he would do something on impulse.

Shi Zi'an looked up at the clouds on the edge of the sky and smiled gently: "Go back to Beiliang."

"Ah, I'm going back?"

"Well, go back to the sword mound, find your uncle, and retreat for another three years!" Although Mr. Shi was defeated, his ambition did not disappear after a short period of depression.

"What an energetic man and woman!" Qin Yan looked at their backs and sighed, "It's just a little older!"

Yu Hanyan agreed: "When they are closed for three years, Xiaozhu has completely entered the realm of Tianyuan, and there will be no hope of challenge at that time."

Xiaozhu listened to Yu Hanyan's comments indifferently without showing any joy. Suddenly, Qin Yan turned his face and said to her, "Xiaozhu, do you suddenly feel a burst of emptiness and loneliness now?"

"Lonely?" Xiaozhu was stunned.

"It is said that masters who are invincible in the world will have such feelings." Qin Yan said, "Now looking at the whole martial arts, except for the monster that doesn't move the real person, no other pure swordsmen are your opponents. Don't you feel lonely?"

Xiaozhu looked at him and shook his head strangely.

"Oh, I forgot that you have dominated Ebony Town for many years and have never had any opponents. Have you been used to the invincible taste? Speaking of which, I used to be quite lonely in the devil's door..."

Yu Hanyan coughed gently.

Qin Yan immediately remembered that there was an unwelcome guest next to him, turned to Liu Feng, who looked extremely pale, and said with a smile, "Miss Liu, I didn't expect that Mr. Shi was a silver-like wax gun head. You must be very disappointed, right?"

Liu Feng lowered her head and dared not touch his eyes.

Qin Yan raised his chin and said, "In addition to you, there are two good masters in this restaurant. You should know them? Come on, introduce me!"

Several tables of guests watching the battle in the distance immediately changed their faces.

Liu Feng raised her pale face and looked at a table next to the railing with difficulty: "Mr. Ma..."

An old man in purple named by her with a judge's pen turned pale and shouted calmly, "You know me, but I don't know you!"

Liu Feng smiled, sarcastically in despair, and continued to look at another person: "Huang Xia..."

This time, she called a Tibetan man, who met Qin Yan's eyes and squeezed out what he thought was the mildest smile: "I dare not call him a hero. Mr. Qin just call me Xiao Huang."

Qin Yan asked, "Which road did Huang Daxia get along?"

The big man surnamed Huang is so frightened that he can't wait to shrink his nine-foot giant body to three feet: "It's no better than a big man like Mr. Qin to fool around in a small country and earn a living..."

He didn't finish his words and heard Mr. Ma shouting, "Qin, don't think that you are invincible in the world. When the holy monk arrives, let's see if you can laugh!"