Vol 2 Chapter 82: Flute of Sound Kill

Under the sly moonlight, the masked man got up with a flute in his hand. Behind the mask, a pair of sharp eyes are not warm, like stars in the sky, brilliant and cold. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: EbookFREE.meo
"East Factory Admiral Leng Qingtang... Hehe, now you really are more nosy, don't the common people commit any kind of law to entertain themselves, watch the moon and play flute?"
Leng Qingtang smiled lightly, her narrow eyebrows concealed a sharp sharp edge:
"It is an elegant thing to play the flute for watching the moon. However, your Excellency used his skills and fiddled with mystery before entering the imperial palace and stealing the dragon crown and dragon robe. It is already inevitable for the crime of violating the national law. "
Li Han's eyes quickly swept over the fifty-odd guards in front, his lips under the mysterious iron mask pursed and smiled:
"Supervisor Leng, it's a shame that you didn't bring too many guards here. Otherwise, there will be heavy casualties, but your sin will be yours."
Zao Wou-ki's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were heavy, his face was serious, he pulled out the ghost head machete, and while aiming at the mask man, he said to Leng Qingtang:
"Supervisor, let us come!"
Leng Qingtang smiled slightly and whispered:
"Be careful."
"Yes. Brothers, come on!"
The dark guards drew their knives.
Immediately, "swish, swish, swish", countless silver lights swept over the ups and downs of the night. A strong whirlwind was generated from the uniform drawing of the knife, and rolled up the many small and sharp stones on the hills, and surrounded the masked man without mercy.
Leng Qingtang put his hand out of the incident, watched his hand swing a knife forward, and locked the target person within their offensive range.
The masked man flew up straight, his cloaked figure swiftly spinning in the encirclement of the attack. When the iron palm was raised, several people fell to the ground. Then "bang, bang" dull a few times, and a number of guards flew out.
Behind, dozens of guards rushed forward like a tide, and soon they heard wailing into pieces, tragic and abnormal, more than a dozen people were kicked and kicked by the masks and fell to the ground in disorder.
Zao Wou-ki's eyes changed, only to realize that the masked man had a profound inner strength, and only then did he only put his attack power on the pendulum and sleeves of Xuancloak, using the long pendulum and sleeves as weapons to attack the enemy.
Zhao Wuzhi raised the ghost knife and shouted:
"Set up the formation, go out to four families in Tiansanmen!"
The three secret guards all jumped up and stood up. In a flash, they set out a formation, resembling a long winding dragon, echoing each other from end to end, actually involving the masked man in the formation. o
The dark guards were huddled together, embroidered spring knives were flying around, countless blades were tumbling and rolling, and the heat wave was surging like a flash of stars.
The mask man seemed startled, but he had never seen such a strange array. Before he could think about it, he was busy fighting elbows and fists to resist attacks.
Because it is the main offender involved in the case, the superintendent has long ordered that he can only be captured alive. Therefore, the dark guards must be guarded against being injured by their own blades while recruiting but not dead.
The masked man was different, he didn't take care of his shots, he just had three punches and four kicks. Moreover, he was a master again, so within a short time, amidst the horror, several guards were injured and fell down.
Seeing that the formation was messy, Zao Wou-ki stopped drinking outside the formation:
"Difficulties in addition to danger and openness!"
As soon as the voice fell, the purple line was treacherously and transiently, like a large snail in motion, rotating in a clockwise direction, getting faster and faster, and the formation shrinking and tightening.
The face of the masked person was horrified, consciously dazzled by the moving crowd.
Want to come to Dongchang Fanzi martial arts is not bad, and the dark guard is a master among the masters.
At this moment, they were able to fiddle with such a mysterious formation in front of his eyes, showing that the strength of the Dongchang led by Leng Qingtang was extraordinary.
While sighing secretly, the masked man's twisting flexible and soft body couldn't help dodge, front crotch retreat, high and low. With a sharp wave of his left palm and a flute in his right hand, he fell into a bitter battle for a while.
The array followed Zao Wou-ki's command, changing the formation from time to time. Even when the masked man vacated the air, the dark guards volleyed up in the air, stepping on the shoulders of their companions and rising up high, stupefied that they did not allow the opponent to escape.
This set of formation was originally created by Zheng Guogong, Zheng Ran, who was known as the "undefeated God of War".
Because of his preference to study the Qimen Dunjia, he used the Long Snake Formation, Wolong Formation, and Ten-faced Ambush Formation of ancient military strategists, combined with the principle of the nine palaces and eight trigrams, and the original strategist formation was named "Jiangtai Nine Back to the array.
After the formation, the former governor of the East Factory, Bian Mo and Leng Qingtang, improved the formation. The formation can be large or small, scattered or integrated, and it is infinitely changing, killing the enemy invisible.
Fighting in the queue for a long time can't advance or retreat, and the mask people are angry. o Suddenly, a violent wind chased him.
The masked man avoided the slight stagnation, and the moment of turning around was cut through the cloak by an embroidered spring knife. A faint tearing sound of clothes came from the left chest, and it was this modest movement that fell in the ears of the masked man, making him furious.
He stepped on the top of a dark guard's head and used his strength to lift his body into the air. As he turned around, he turned his flute horizontally, his lips facing each other.
"Not good, quickly disperse—"
Leng Qingtang has been watching the battle without turning his eyes, unconsciously sweating for his men.
Nearly one hundred dark guards used nine rounds of hard battles for a long time, but they just made a hole in that person's clothes...?
When he saw the masked man hoisting his flute, Leng Qingtang suddenly realized that the danger was imminent, and it was too late when he shouted a warning.
Under the sky, the sound of the flute flows by itself. This song is low and non-tonal, like a cry like a cry, like a gentle night breeze, sweeping away from all directions.
Suddenly, the three formations broke up, and the dark guards fell to the ground one after another after being caught by a drugged fly. Some people hugged their heads and howled, some people rolled around, and some people vomited blood, all in embarrassment and pain.
"Wuji back!"
When Leng Qingtang spoke, he pulled out a soft sword from his waist, shaking his hands, the soft curly blade became a straight and sharp weapon.
Leng Qingtang is a guardian to his subordinates, as long as he doesn't make a big mistake in precepts, Leng Qingtang will not embarrass them.
Now that they have been beaten up by the masked man who shot them so hard, as the superintendent of a factory, they would not sit idly by.
In front of Fei, Leng Qingtang blasted a long sword in his hand a few meters away from the masked man.
On the hills and among the grass and trees, only a few sword flowers can be seen, like silver flowers blooming in the sky and the earth, endlessly approaching the enemy infinitely.
For a while, the air became sharp and extraordinary, and it seemed that countless invisible blades emerged, causing painful cracks in people's skin.
The masked person only felt suffocated, watched his opponent's swordsmanship, was superb, swayed like clouds and flowing water, and had no flaws at all.
The cold light shimmering in front of me, spreading down the sky and the ground. With fierce sword energy, he slammed the masked man with the force of overwhelming mountains and seas, and it seemed that the stormy sea was rolling out of thin air, shaking his body, as if a lone boat and small boat about to be fragmented in the tide of anger floated along the way.
The grass and trees within the range of thousands of meters widened by the sword energy broke, and the crackling sound of "pop and pop" was endless. In an instant, there were strong winds and thick clouds, like a sign of the collapse of the sky and the earth, its powerless. withstand.
The sound of the flute disappeared suddenly, and the body of the masked man seemed to be pushed out by gravity. He spotted a tree a few feet away, and hurriedly tapped the trunk with his toes to stabilize his figure.
Leng Qingtang received his sword, slightly sweaty on his temples. But in my heart secretly admired, this mysterious person really good skill--
He knew that the reason why his subordinates were defeated just now was that the masked man used a "sound kill" when he played the music!
The so-called sound killing means that the masked person condenses his internal force into the sound of the flute. When playing, the internal force is attached to the sound of the flute.
The secret guards were all mourning and vomiting blood because they were captured by the opponent's sound killing, which caused damage to the veins and blood flow back.
Although Leng Qingtang does not understand the rhythm, he has deep internal skills and superb swordsmanship. In order to rescue the subordinates of the mask-breaking sound killer, he casually danced his sword to control one-third of his internal power, attacked the poison with poison, and confronted the internal power with internal strength, and finally was able to crack the masked sound kill.
"The admiral of the East Factory, exquisite swordsmanship, it is true that the rumors are true."
The masked man landed lightly, and his feet under the cloak stepped on the grass without making a sound.
Leng Qingtang smiled happily when she saw it, and a strange light flashed in her phoenix eyes:
"Your Excellency is not weak. Both you and me who practice martial arts are sympathetic to each other. Why don't you go to the East Factory with Lengmou and learn from each other again?"
"Hahahaha..."
The mask man raised his head and laughed:
"You hold me first, and then talk about other things."
Leng Qingtang's expression sank, and he hugged Kendo:
"excuse me!"
The two of them flew upwards by appointment, hovering in the air with the light-powered figure, fighting each other.
In order to avoid the strong impact generated when two internal forces collided, Zao Wou-ki and the dark guards had just dispersed to a safe area.
They all know that the governor has a deep inner meaning, and most people can't get close when fighting an opponent. The accidental injury of the sword is small, and it is a big deal for the governor.
Now that the two officially played against each other, these people didn't realize that they had forgotten their own safety, and they all came together to watch the battle. No one wanted to miss this unprecedentedly exciting duel.
Fighting in the air is due to the loss of support on the ground, and the most numerous flaws in one's moves and styles.
The Master Watcher and the Masked Man are suspended in the air, and every move when making moves is easy, without flaws at all.
Hundreds of rounds have passed in an instant, and the two evenly matched have not divided the winning or losing.
Thousands of sword flowers are scattered in the air, and the sky is cold, and the sky is full of sword shadows.
The mask man didn't rush, and his right hand raised the Wujindi to attack. The colorful dragons danced in the sky, shuttled between the sword lights.
A loud noise was deafening and shocked. Where the two weapon blades wanted to connect, I saw the demon light blooming. In the thousands of colors, the masked man jumped a few feet into the sky with the powerful deterrent force.
Leng Qingtang's body fell sharply.
They shouted loudly, the panic under his hand was undecided, and they looked again.
However, he saw Leng Qingtang an somersault, and when he was a few feet off the ground, he pierced the ground with his sword sharp, his figure flew up again, and he thrust his sword towards his opponent.
The masked man swept the Wujin flute obliquely, and the gold and iron intersected again, and the clear whistle of Long Yin rang into the sky.
Leng Qingtang's left palm stretched out, and the left palm of the masked man in front of him also shot out, his movements swiftly resembling electric sparks.
The moment the two palms touched each other, the two forces vibrated each other, and both sides felt that their arms were numb, their chest breath was dull, and their body shape was no longer self-controlling.
At this moment, a gust of dark wind suddenly poured out from the side of the woods, and with a scream, three dark nails chased the masked man by the wind.
The masked man instantly flew his right hand and waved his flute.
After the three crisp sounds of "clang, clang, clang", the white light turned around in shock, changed its direction through the flute holder, and firmly nailed it into the tree trunk five meters away from the masked person, and the vertical line was straight.
The audience was shocked and waited with bated breath. Seeing from the source of the dark nail, Lu Qiange came with a knife.
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