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Chu Huan naturally also saw that Feng Wuma was covered in blood, and the wanton laughter of the tiger-striped boy reached his ears, which made Chu Huan feel unspeakably harsh. The young master launched an attack, but he jumped to a wall of the stone room, and swung the blood drinking knife in his hand, but it didn't cut at anyone, but hit the wall with the flat blade.

"Snapped!"

"Clap!"

In the stone room, a crisp sound suddenly resounded.

The Blood Drinking Knife collided with the hard stone wall, making an extremely crisp sound. The young man in the blue shirt continued to play his flute. At first, he showed a look of doubt on his face, but it soon changed color.

Those who don't know the temperament can't see the way, but the young man in blue shirt is a master of temperament, and his status is based on his proficiency in temperament.

Others don't know that Young Master Blue Shirt is very clear about his own strength. He is really not good at head-to-head kung fu, he can only be regarded as a third-rate master, but when it comes to rhythm, he is definitely a first-class connoisseur.

He learned rhythm since he was a child, and he practiced rhythm based on rhythm. This can be regarded as heretical kung fu, but its power is very amazing. Not only can he control the trained animals, snakes and insects as he likes, but he can also confuse people. Mind, causing conscious damage to the enemy's body.

Those who confronted him rarely survived.

Relying on a flute, he is really like a fish in water, and he is everywhere.

But at this moment, he felt a huge danger for the first time, because every time Chu Huan knocked on the wall, the sound was stuck between notes.

The way of rhythm, Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, five-tone rotation.

Although Chu Huan's proficiency in the ancient rhythm is far inferior to that of the blue shirt boy, he is very clear about the basic notes of the ancient rhythm. It is precisely by grasping this point that he can clearly distinguish the rhythm of the transition of the five laws. Every time he hits the wall with a knife, he just gets stuck in the five laws.

He was also forced to do nothing, he knew that the melody of the young man in blue had the effect of charming the mind, and if he wanted to deal with this person, he had to break his melody first.

However, he kept slashing his sword, and the shadows in front of his eyes were mixed, so he couldn't hurt the young man in blue shirt at all, so he couldn't talk about breaking the other party's rhythm. Fortunately, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Disturbing his temperament may not be effective, but in such a severe situation, it can only be tried.

Chu Huan also knew that if he wanted to disturb the sound of the flute, he could not just shout twice, nor could he use other voices to suppress the sound of the other party's flute.

If you want to disturb, you must disrupt the other party's five-tempered notes.

Chu Huan understood that to disturb the five rhythms, he could only use other sounds to disturb them during the transition of the five rhythms. When he hit the stone wall with his blood-drinking knife, it was very rhythmic, clear and loud, and every time he made a sound, he would get stuck in the blue Between the temperament conversion of Mr. Shan.

At the first two beats, the young man in blue shirt remained calm and wanted to resist, but once the sound of "Pa Pa Pa Pa" got stuck in the rhythm, it actually became a note in the middle of the death song.

When the death song is played, the length of each note has strict rules, otherwise it will not be able to confuse the human brain. The sound of the blood-drinking knife hitting the stone wall is mixed with the death song, and the death song is instantly broken. effect.

Although Mr. Huwen over there saw Chu Huan making weird actions, he didn't know that Chu Huan was using a strange method to destroy the rhythm of Mr. Blue Shirt. He thought that Chu Huan was fascinated by the death song, so make unusual actions.

He has a cruel temperament, and seeing Feng Wuma's blood dripping all over his body, he felt extremely excited. He only felt that the overall situation was completely under control, and he leisurely enjoyed the fun of killing people. He only wanted to see the blood on Feng Wuma's body Drain and watch Feng Wuma lose too much blood and die.

He even thought that after Feng Wuma's death, when dealing with Chu Huan later, he would have to make ninety-nine 81 cuts on Chu Huan's body, which would look even more exciting.

Sensing that Yuan Yu was dragging Yingren out in his arms, as if he wanted to leave, Mr. Huwen sneered, and he slashed at Yingren with a backhand.

He didn't cut at the vital point, but just cut at Yingren's chest.

When dealing with enemies, Mr. Huwen always liked to torture them to death, and he never wanted to let his enemies die happily.

There are few things in the Yingrenjing, and even the blood of the dead is rarely seen. His willpower is the weakest among everyone. Feng Wuma and Chu Huan have experienced many battles, even Yuan Yu has gone through countless hardships. And the weaker the willpower, the greater the damage caused by the death song. Yingren was deeply affected by it at this time. He only felt his head hurting, as if there were countless small needles piercing into his head at will, let alone Walking around, even standing up is very difficult.

Mr. Huwen cut down with the knife. Although he felt the wind of the knife coming, he didn't have the strength to dodge at all. On his body, Mr. Hu Wen slashed with a big knife, and with a "poof", he slashed on Yuan Yu's back.

This knife was powerful, but it cut off Yuan Yu's back with one knife, Yuan Yu only felt a sharp pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which actually sprayed on Yingren's body.

Although Yingren had a splitting headache, he still saw this scene after all. Seeing Yuan Yu standing up to block the knife for him, he was shocked for a moment. A strong sadness rose from my heart.

Mr. Huwen didn't hit Yingren with one knife, and without hesitation, he chopped it down again. At this moment, he felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and knew that Feng Wuma was attacking him from behind again.

Mr. Huwen didn't care.

Just now, Feng Wuma had slashed dozens of knives, but all were in vain. None of the knives posed a threat to Mr. Huwen. In the eyes of Mr. Huwen, Feng Wuma was at the end of his battle at this time. Down.

He dodged slightly, dodged the knife behind him, and swung the knife with his backhand, but this time he didn't slash at Feng Wuma's body as easily as before, but heard a "choking" sound, and the knife with his backhand seemed like Blocked by Feng Wuma.

Mr. Huwen was a little strange, but he didn't care, he just thought that Feng Wuma happened to meet him in the chaos of knives, but when he turned around slightly, he found that Feng Wuma, who looked very ferocious with blood on his face, was already close to him.

Feng Wuma's eyes no longer had the bewildered look just now, some were ice-like indifference, and some had a killing intent that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

When he saw Feng Wuma's eyes, Mr. Huwen already felt that something was wrong.

If he was cautious and fully guarded against Feng Wuma, he might not be able to escape Feng Wuma's critical blow, but he was too confident, and he underestimated Feng Wuma who was about to fall.

When he thought that Feng Wuma was no threat at all, he never expected that Feng Wuma would make the final blow at this time.

For a moment, he felt a chill in his lower abdomen, and then felt a piercing pain spreading from his lower abdomen to his whole body. At this moment, he felt that all his energy disappeared from his body in an instant.

Although Feng Wuma was seriously injured and was about to fall down at any moment, he never let go of the Liuyun Saber in his hand. For Shen Yiwei, when the Liuyun Saber was released from his hand, they died.

As long as there is breath, their knives will not be released.

The sharp Liuyun knife made of fine iron specially prepared for Shen Yiwei had already sunk into the lower abdomen of Mr. Huwen, and penetrated Mr. Huwen's body, only the handle of the knife was exposed from the lower abdomen.

Mr. Huwen couldn't believe it.

He didn't believe that Feng Wuma could make such an accurate judgment at this time, and could make such a lethal move. His soul seemed to be drawn out at this moment.

Naturally, he couldn't have imagined that Chu Huan's rhythmic beating on the stone wall had completely destroyed the blue-shirted man's death song. The blue-shirted man tried to adjust the rhythm several times, but he never expected that Chu Huan was a warrior. , but he has a very deep understanding of the five rhythms. No matter how he tunes, Chu Huan can accurately hit the wall in the middle of the rhythm transition, so that his tunes cannot be connected as a whole.

As soon as the death song was destroyed, the hallucination caused to Feng Wuma disappeared quickly, and the virtual and real shadow of Mr. Huwen in front of Feng Wuma's eyes merged into one. He was seriously injured, but his tenacious willpower remained. Let him hold on, and gather all his strength to make a final fatal blow.

He knew in his heart that he would fall soon, and that Yingren's safety would depend on Chu Huan alone. If he could not kill Mr. Huwen, Chu Huan would face the danger of one against two, so he tried his best With all the strength of the whole body, it is also to kill Mr. Huwen, and it will wait for Ruo to help Chu Huan get rid of a strong enemy.

Mr. Huwen wanted to move, but he was stabbed in the lower abdomen, and Feng Wuma roared in a low voice. He had already pinched Mr. Huwen's neck with one hand. Mr. Huwen's lower abdomen was in severe pain, and his neck was even more strangled. With a sudden loss of strength, there was a "choke", and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground. The whole person collapsed, and the corners of his mouth quickly overflowed with blood.

The death song of Mr. Blue Shirt was destroyed, and he also knew that something was wrong. He watched Mr. Huwen being killed by Feng Wuma with one move. Yingren.

Feng Wuma let out a stern roar, and with a forceful hand, Master Huwen's body was thrown away, and he blocked Ying Ren like a meat shield. There were a few "puff puff puffs", and the cold stars hit Hu Wen at those points. son's body.

Mr. Huwen had been pierced through his body with a knife, and he was dying. At this moment, several cold stars hit him, all of which were highly poisonous. After his body fell to the ground, he twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Feng Wuma's whole body had also collapsed at this time, unable to hold on any longer, his body swayed, and he fell headlong.

The young man in blue shirt wanted to use his hidden weapon again, but he felt the blade approaching from his side, but Chu Huan had already rushed over, and the blood drinking knife in his hand slashed at young man in blue shirt.

The melody that Young Master Blue Shirt relied on most was broken, and he was already a little flustered. He was quite annoyed at this moment. If Young Master Hu Wen hadn't underestimated the enemy and enjoyed killing people, he might have dealt with these people long ago.

Repeatedly delaying, in the end it is harming others and oneself.

Mr. Huwen died immediately, and Mr. Blue Shirt lost an arm. Fortunately, Feng Wuma had also collapsed at this time, and his life and death were unknown, leaving only Chu Huan.

Chu Huan's knife was very fast, and the movement of the young man in blue shirt was not slow. He stepped back, he played the flute in his mouth, and wanted to repeat the same trick, but Chu Huan's reaction was also quick. When the sound of the flute sounded again, Chu Huan's However, the blade of the Blood Drinking Knife slapped the slate floor, making another "slap, slap, slap" sound, and after each slap, Chu Huan's body moved forward a few minutes, slowly approaching Mr. Blue Shirt.

The young man in blue groaned secretly, he never expected to meet such a difficult opponent.

He has seen Chu Huan's sword skills before, and knows that he is really not Chu Huan's opponent in the competition of hard work, and his biggest reliance on the sound of the flute has been broken by Chu Huan. If this continues, he will fall into Chu Huan's hands sooner or later .

The death song had no effect, and Ying Ren's mind began to clear up. He watched Yuan Yu block the knife for himself, and now he had no doubts about Yuan Yu, knowing that he had wrongly blamed him before.

He hugged Yuan Yu's upper body, with red eyes, tremblingly said: "You...you don't want to die, this... I shouldn't suspect you...!"

The corners of Yuan Yu's mouth were bleeding, but there was a gentle smile on his lips, his face was pale, and he said softly: "Don't... don't be too soft-hearted, for those who make big things, your heart...can't be too soft...!"

Yingren wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, whoever is behind the scenes, I will definitely kill him."

Yuan Yu raised his hand, handed the half jade pendant tightly held in his right hand to Ying Ren, and said with difficulty: "Take it away and give it to your mother... In order to hide my identity these years, I have been with her for 20 years... I haven't seen her again, she is...how is everything?"

Yingren nodded vigorously and said, "She's fine...!"

"Some things, she...she will tell you." Yuan Yu's voice became weaker and weaker, and he said softly, "You have Dahua...Dahua's blood on your body, where do you go...you have to figure it out...." Hold Yingren held his hand tremblingly and said, "Eighteen years ago, I... I secretly married a woman. I wanted... to continue the blood of the Yuan clan, but... just gave birth to a daughter. The day before yesterday... the day before yesterday She was taken away by them and used as a hostage, you...you help me find it and take good care of her..."

After saying this, Yuan Yu spewed out another big gulp, spraying it all over Ying Ren, who lost his voice and said, "Uncle, you...how are you?"

When Yuan Yu heard Yingren call his uncle, a gratified smile appeared on his face. He reached out to touch Yingren's face, but he had no strength, but Yingren had already grabbed his hand. Yuan Yu's eyes sparkled, and he murmured He murmured: "Return to me Dahua...return to me Dahua...!" The voice stopped suddenly, his head tilted, and he died.