Chapter 803: Whose piano (on)

The most surprising thing is that after the identification of the scribes, those accessories, two strings and a set of strings, are actually like the use of 潋 硖宀糠 硖宀糠 鲈 鲈 鲈 鲈 鲈 狭 狭 狭 狭 如果? If it is true, it means that there may be the same guqin existence, and it is possible to assemble a whole set of 潋 吨 频 徘攸 徘攸 徘攸 br br
The middle-aged scribes watched the tall young man, and he was able to come up with a piano. This guy is a fan of music. In just less than half a day, he saw three identical guqins, and it is very likely I can make up a more advanced guqin, I have forgotten his situation at the moment, and it is very difficult to wait for a young man to come up with something.
There are already a few in the hearts of the young people, but they have also been brought up by the discovery of the three guqins. When they saw the middle-aged scribes, they couldn’t help but whispered: "No, I only have Brought these three pianos"
After I finished, I felt that I should not be so polite to a prisoner. The face instantly returned to normal cold and closed eyes. After a moment of thought, I quickly put away three guqin and then rushed to the short point behind me. Nodded
The short man did not hesitate to start, under a banana, the middle-aged scribe was in the same place until the flying sword and body, he still did not believe that just two people who were just as happy and jealous as him, would be so ruthless
It’s a pity that the two tall men didn’t leave him alive from the beginning. Now that they know that there is a problem with a certain accessory in the Guqin, as long as the piano is in hand, they don’t need middle-aged scribes, they can also find abnormalities. Since the middle-aged scribe is useless, what else is left? Waiting for him to reveal the secret?
Huh, a burst of flames from the middle-aged scribes, the whole body of the middle-aged scribes engulfed and the magical treasures of the scribes, naturally, the things that can be used in the hands of the young people are slightly changed and used. Use, just find a proper time and place to destroy, everything is perfect, no trace of the middle-aged scribes
Yang Chen was almost a hundred miles away, and the position of the middle-aged scribe was far behind. Suddenly, after he left the saga of the mark, he automatically returned to Yang Chen’s knowledge of the sea. Yang Chen suddenly realized that Middle-aged scribe has an accident
The clue of Guqin Yang Chen does not want to lose, this is a good thing that can consume his own knowledge and get a strong wall. Yang Chen can't allow anyone to destroy anything, call the shuttle, and immediately Flying where the mark of the gods is located
The distance of a hundred miles, for Yang Chen, is only a moment's time. In the blink of an eye, the protective law array arranged by the middle-aged scribe is still there. Yang Chen put away the shuttle and then began to observe it carefully. Yang I knew what the law was in the morning, found a position, and slowly walked in.
Did not take a few steps, a Jianguang will head to the tall and young two young people, have not had time to completely burn the body of the middle-aged scribes, Yang Chen has already arrived at the speed is too fast, also out of the two Unexpectedly, what can be done now is to kill all the people who accidentally touched them to cover up their secrets.
As soon as I saw the descendants of a person's fairy tales, the two tall and short people did not care. The middle-aged scribes who were classy and celestial were not their opponents. A junior was even more arrogant and even had no plans to shoot. Everything is handed over to the short one, he just has to wait to see the result.
Brush, the shining sword light flashed away, and when it was about to approach Yang Chen, it suddenly stopped and the sharp blade was directly caught in the hands of Yang Chen’s left hand, and it was hard to stop in the air.
Then, Yang Chen’s right hand slammed up, and the knives in the hands of Yang Chen flashed a knife light that was more smashing than the Jianguang, and the direction along the Jianguang flashed. Pass by
The blade of the 斩 刀 knife instantly became extremely long, and any object that was blocked on the blade of the knives was completely smashed into two pieces.
The tall survivor's surname is relatively high. When he found that his companion's flying sword did not make meritorious deeds, he immediately realized that he could not see the knife flashing, and he didn't want to directly touch the knife. The blade of the knife was not on top of his head. Far away, it’s gone without a trace
The short man is not so tall and alert, there is no such thing as dodging. A small generation of younger generations took over their own swords. They dared to fight back. Do you really regard yourself as a personal thing? This kind of guy who doesn’t know how to be honest is just giving an unforgettable lesson. Of course, is it possible to learn lessons afterwards? That is two different things.
The knife of the knives of the knives only flashed a bit, and there was no cold screaming again. I turned to look at the companion who looked very embarrassed. I was a little disappointed that my companion was really a little fuss. As for the attack of the anticlimactic, is it necessary to make such an evasive action regardless of identity?
Then, the short man saw the horrified gaze in the eyes of his tall companion, and for a moment, did he attack again? However, the kid who entered the battlefield is still outside the Baizhang, and there is no other action. How can this be?
The incomprehensible short man suddenly felt that there was some itch on his head. It seemed that something was flowing down the scalp. This kind of sweaty feeling, he has not felt for at least a few hundred years, but how can he sweat at this time? ?
I wiped it with a hand, and there was a sticky feeling in my hand. It was not sweat. With the sticky feeling of the fingers, there was a kind of faint smell. This taste is not strange, it was just a banana. The middle-aged scribe, the blood of the land has not been completely cleaned.
But when I was short, I realized what I was, and I understood how my companion might have such a horrified expression. The sticky liquid touched by the fingers was blood, it was my own blood!
How can it be? I clearly did not realize that I was attacked. How could there be blood flow? As soon as this thought appeared, there was a sharp pain on the top of the head. The short man was just snorted and fell into the darkness of boundlessness.
In the taller eyes, after a short companion took a knife, there was a faint blood line above the eyebrows, blood was getting more and more, and it was the most horrible from the head of his companion. In this case, His companion turned his head and looked at him, reaching out and wiping the blood on his head (to be continued)