Chapter 278 Mountains and Flowing Water Full of Blood

These two people are killed and bloody for secrets unknown to the world.

Yang Jing didn't want to be born, because he felt that after the mantis caught the cicada and the yellow finch. Maybe the people in the dark looked at him like the two people in the scene, wanting to see how the other party suffered both sides and then benefited.

I saw Fang Ye take a deep breath and waved his sword.

The fierce blood gushed out of his sword and penetrated into the strength of the other party. The soft sword immediately flew out of a piece of starlight and blood, and suddenly expanded, like a blood-red net star, angrily cut into the cold.

The sword roared and was slightly shaken by this sword. The competition between the two stimulated great strength. In the face of Fang Ye's continuous attack, his face turned red. Presumably, he had met such a strong hand as soon as he came out of the world for a long time. Three swords were cut on the tip of the other party's sword. The shock from the tip of the sword was the most powerful. Unexpectedly, Fang Ye was in the control of swordsmanship. Is it more advanced than cold? Yang Jing, who was watching, secretly speculed.

At this time, a burst of strange red suddenly appeared in the cold angry and frightened eyes. The murderous spirit turned into layers of strength and flew between heaven and earth. Fang Ye was very puzzled.

At that time, Lengban used to be good at his strength and blood as the strings, and a clear sound moved the world, touching the compassion of the poor peasants. And now, the blood red of the sky reappears, but it is his blood, his heart.

With the powerful guqin in his cold hand, he gently twisted his hands on these invisible strings, and the hoarse string sharp sound suddenly became clear and turned into a vibrating sound throughout the world.

It is also a song "High Mountain and Flowing Water", which is so full of sadness and sadness.

The cold and mottled sleeves flew on the strings, and blood kept flying out of his body, making the sound of heaven and earth continuous and rolling all over the world.

At this time, many people came. When they heard such a piano sound, they were all stunned. They had never heard such a sad voice. The sound seemed to ring from the depths of their hearts. Sadness, sadness, anger and fear made people want to cry.

A little blood danced in the air and gradually went to the square night. I saw the strings in the bloodlight, but they were like the most gorgeous flowers, falling all over the world, which was very sad.

But Fang Ye's figure, wrapped in the red rain, was so bleak and pale. He looked coldly at the bloody light all over the sky.

The sky is flying red in the field, and he is the only exception. His whole body is still shining with cyan glory and jade. The blood light in the sky is shining, which is very beautiful.

It is said that Yu Boya played the piano in the Spring and Autumn Period. One day, he sat on the top of the mountain and played, and the passing woodcutter Zhong Ziqi stopped to listen. Yu Boya was a little disdainful of it in his heart, thinking about how a woodcutter could understand my piano sound. As a result, Zhong Ziqi could easily guess his mind: "The sound of the piano is impassioned, and the gentleman's ambition is in the mountains"; "The sound of the piano is clear and gentle, and the gentleman's ambition is flowing water." Yu Boya was so surprised that he became a close friend with Zhong Ziqi. Later generations also said that "mountains and flowing water meet bosom friend".

It is said that after Zhong Ziqi passed away, Yu Boya dropped the piano angrily and said, "Who else should I play it to when Ziqi dies?"

And such a piano sound has achieved such an effect in the hands of Huangshan faction, which is really amazing!

At this time, it is cold, killing, angry, resentful, but the heart of the creatures in the world is persistent, with "High Mountains and Flowing Water" still through the world and becomes the final song of blood light.

A song of high mountains and flowing water attracted many people who did not sleep at night to watch. They were shocked by the supreme and wonderful sound of the piano and listened silently.

At this time, Fang Ye's eyes were full of resentment. His cultivation was extremely high. In the sound of "Mountain Flowing Water" inspired by his cold efforts, he could still keep his heart pure. Seeing this situation, he shouted harshly, "Kill you!"

This sharp roar was full of the fear of Fang Ye at this time. He didn't expect to meet such a master. At this time, he was in a dilemma and broke through the sad beauty of "Mountain Flowing Water" in an instant. Everyone's hearts were shocked and suddenly woke up.

The Mongolian soldiers in front of the room saw such a huge string pressing over like a wild beast, and they were all in a burst of chaos and avoided one after another. Although the Mongolian military order is strict, they are flesh and blood after all. How can they compete with such steel?

Suddenly, a few sword lights flashed in the night, flying from the Mongolian army array and shooting like lightning. A cold face flashed with a burst of red, controlling the sound of "High Mountain and Flowing Water" with one hand, and the previous swordsmanship with the other hand. In a moment, it jingled with the incoming sword more than a dozen times, and saw several swordsmen in white fall down like big birds.

He frowned slightly and found that Fang Ye had been prepared for a long time, but he didn't know how many troops he had deployed in these two first inns. At this time, Yang Jing remembered that Pingwumen really had many trajectories as Fang Yuan said. In fact, there are many masters who have been dispatched, mixed with the Mongolian army, waiting for the opportunity to attack him. There are many masters among these people, who dare not neglect coldly and are all on guard. Suddenly, I felt that the strings under my feet suddenly sounded and stopped.

He was shocked. When he hurriedly looked at it, he saw that the Mongolian soldiers piled up the felt cloth on the ground and blocked the strings.

The enemy's black sword is close at hand, but he has been surrounded by soldiers in black.

At this time, his pain, flowing like bone erosion in his body, may burn out his life at any time. Using this sound wave work will inevitably waste a lot of internal force. I'm afraid that by that time, his true qi will not leave a trace of internal strength. At that time, he will be slaughtered by others. What is deeper is his fatigue. He had almost no strength to lift the sword in his hand. He staggered and rushed back and forth in the array several times. Coupled with the flying swordsmanship, his life was like a candle in the wind, extremely dim.

But he still remembers Yu Boya.

In the face of the fierce attack of the other party, I can coldly feel that every inch of my blood and every breath is gradually sinking into death.

He sighed.

At the same time, the man in black flew together, and the sword light soared to the sky and cut down coldly.

The cold sigh is like a sigh of heaven and earth, which is sighing that his mercy is still going to turn into a bloody storm.

His body rose to the sky. Everyone sighed, and such a sound was really wonderful.

The strings were put down, and a bloody light curled up with the arrogant sword of the sword, turning into a deep sword light, cracking electricity on the Mongolian soldiers who rushed to his side first. The guards exclaimed and were cut through by the sword light, as if they had broken a bubble, and the blood in their bodies immediately spilled out.

Unexpectedly, he gave up using "High Mountain and Flowing Water" in order to preserve internal strength.

Then Fang Ye is bound to work hard, and the cold situation is bound to be very difficult.