A few people with a calm look were slightly surprised, and then they were busy.

CEN Ziqing looks strange and looks at Nan huaiyue, then his eyes are blocked by Ma Jing's huge body.

In the room of Linggu sect.

The young man who was playing guzheng changed his face, and his fingers increased their strength uncontrollably, and a string broke.

"This flute sound again?"

Before the flute did not cause too much confusion, so he did not pay special attention, but now he can feel that the flute is aimed at himself!

"Son?"

This time, the look of the young Dharma protectors changed slightly, and they could not help calling out their internal names.

"Call me little Lord!" After hearing this address, the boy suddenly looked gloomy: "give me the voiceless voice!"

The protector hesitated for a moment.

The young man got up angrily and said, "don't you see that Zheng is broken?"

Nan huaiyue also seized the control of those poisonous people and poisons in that moment.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man then took out a flute with black and red lines. When they set out, the people of National Normal University told them not to give the voiceless sound to Shengzi easily, but now there is no way.

The young man dodged Qingyin and looked at the flute eagerly with a trace of deep sorrow. He gently rubbed Qingyin, and then said: "let's go out!"

"Young master?"

"Do you think Mr. Gong can deal with those people now?"

The young man takes a look at Nan huaiyue and others who appear in the hall. He looks at Nan huaiyue. He shows his teeth and his lips are cruel. He says a word to Nan huaiyue silently.

Nanhuaiyue's pupils shrink, and then she concentrates on playing. Her internal power is very deep now. It's nothing to do with fighting for control with this young man!

Lin Miaoer and others, who are struggling to support near the auction table, are relieved when they see Rennuo.

With a few more bloodstains on his face and some black lips, taki Chiu finally took off his strength and sat down on the ground. However, the poison that had been frantically thrown at him before did not get close to him this time.

"Wuwu..."

South huaiyue stood behind the crowd, playing the flute without any distractions.

"Hum! Wuwuwu... "

Another full of murderous sound of the flute, and the South huaiyue playing flute one after another, do not give in to each other.

The people who had been fighting desperately were lucky to see the controlled poisonous people and poisons fighting against each other. The sword suddenly came back to attack themselves, waved it out, and then came back to themselves. A face twisted painfully.

This tragic image is really not like the world, the people who originally took off the force shrink back to prevent themselves from being hurt by mistake.

The boy on the escalator swallows a trace of blood in his throat. He can't believe that he was suppressed and tried his best to run his internal power.

The old Gong, who used to kill himself with a sword, stopped and looked at the South huaiyue in horror. When he saw that it was a man, his face became even more unbelievable. The music score and playing skills were clearly at that time

Nan huaiyue glances at the masked Gong Lao and then ignores him. She concentrates on using the skill to fight for control with the boy.

With two completely different sounds of the flute, nanlico held his sword in his left hand and looked at the people gathered by the Linggu sect.

"Please."

With that, Nanli Ke motioned to Gongsun Ke for help.

After pacifying Taki Chiu and others, Wen Rennuo, who had been a romantic childe before, finally tore off his disguise. He shook off the folding fan. The folding fan made of special material was actually a weapon like a dagger and a dagger, which was as long as a small arm. The weapon was cut on both sides with cold light.

When he heard that people were as noble as a tiger, his body method was erratic, and he walked like a noble aristocratic childe among a group of masked people, but the burst of blood light was cold and murderous.

Horrible assassin.

Nan huaiyue's eyes fluctuated a little. She couldn't help hearing how deep she had hidden before Rennuo.

But in fact, South huaiyue or wrong, good beauty is the disguise of wenrennuo, but also his nature, just playing in the world.

He Qing is holding a light blue folding sword. He says that his green clothes are very strong. Like a scholar, he still has a smile on his lips. It's not like killing people. It's like wandering in spring.

More than he Qing, cen Ziqing, who is not like a general, looks pale. He is very thin, and his body looks very thin. Even his lips, which should be bright red, are only pale pink. He looks like a sick and gorgeous young man. But he still has two coughs in his spare time, which makes people feel an indescribable sense of division.

Besides, Ma Jing and Gong Sunke, who are the most manic, follow Cen Ziqing down to a huge pit. They completely ignore the enemies in front of them, and their eyes are always empty.

Gongsun Ke, however, has a posture of not killing himself when he mentions the big sword. The big sword sweeps blood everywhere, which is totally inconsistent with the image of "two men" in the past.

While playing the flute, Nan huaiyue controls the killing of those who have been completely eroded by insects, and observes the war situation here. These people are amazing and gorgeous people from all over the world. It's hard for people to praise them when they get together today.

"Wu Wu Wu..."

The sound of the flute is like a war song. Lin miao'er and others, who are sitting on the ground, are amazed.

While playing the flute, Nan huaiyue's eyes moved slightly, and then suddenly turned back to avoid the sword coming from behind. Her toes gently touched the sword in Gong Lao's hand, and she turned around and fell somewhere else.

Fuqing Liubai, who is protecting nanhuaiyue, looks cold. They cross each other and approach gonglao at the same time. The long sword in their hand is full of cold light.

When playing the flute, Nan huaiyue still has time to smile at the youngsters on the escalator in the attack of a group of masked people. It's beautiful.

She kicked off a masked person in front of her, and then stepped on the head of a group of masked people. The naughty factor in Nan huaiyue's heart became active, and she thought it was fun to step on these people, and she became more and more energetic.

Observing the whole war situation, Nanli Ke was dumbfounded and laughed: "ah Yue, don't make trouble."

South huaiyue smell speech pianpiantou avoid a poison needle shot from the escalator, a spin body fell to south Li Ke side.

Nanli Ke patted nanhuaiyue's head, then protected her body tightly. Even if she hurt her right arm, he was still scared with a sword in his left hand.

The young man on the escalator is very bent. He has never been so suppressed!

Especially when this man competes with himself, he has spare power to deal with others!

The young man took a look at the qingluan in the hand of Nan huaiyue, holding the flute's fingers to some whiteness.

Finally feel a bit of pressure, South huaiyue suddenly changed the tune, the boy has a kind of wrong force with a sense of suffocation, and then chest pain.