Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　In the dark night, a group of figures disappeared silently and permanently into the world. .

Chapter 37

　　The light dissipated, and the darkness returned.

　　The people around subconsciously stopped the fight in their hands and rubbed their eyes.

　　He stared carefully at the open space behind Zhu Hao, with a ghostly look in his eyes.

　　Those people from the major sects who had caused a great movement just a moment ago, actually disappeared in the dazzling light like the human world evaporated.

　　Not to mention the corpse, not even a slap-sized rag was left.

　　It seems to have turned into dust floating in the air all the time.

　　If it weren't for the very rich bloody smell mixed in the air and pouring into their breath, I'm afraid they would really doubt whether what they saw just now was an illusion.

　　"How could..." The black-robed man's naked eyes rolled around.

　　An incomprehensible look.

　　His plan was clearly so thoughtful that almost every step was taken into account.

　　Interlocking each other, they even overestimated the strength of the guards around Zhu Hao to the greatest extent, and recruited Songyang Iron Sword into his own camp.

　　And using the Tianmoqin as a gimmick, it attracted the top masters of the major sects in the rivers and lakes, and took the lives of the nine princes of the imperial court.

　　There are more than a dozen strong men at least in the innate realm, and together they can even compete with ordinary masters who have just entered the Taoist realm.

　　In his opinion, such a lineup against a young, even immature imperial prince, is simply killing chickens with a bull's knife, and it can't be more stable.

　　But...the rest was within his expectations.

　　Only wrongly judged the strength of the ninth prince of the imperial court.

　　The dazzling light that burst out at that moment just now, he clearly did not feel any murderous intent.

　　However, he was able to obliterate more than a dozen masters of the Innate Realm so quietly.

　　Such strength, even he can't do it.

　　His eyes fell on Zhu Hao's smiling face, and for some reason there was an uncontrollable fear in his heart.

　　"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

　　At this moment, Lin Yuantu's stern voice came from his ears.

　　He hurriedly came back to his senses, only to see Lin Yuantu already at a high place, holding a long sword like a shooting star.

　　The whole body was shrouded in a terrifying edge.

　　Before he even appeared, the man in black robe felt a pain in his skin, and blood beads were forced out of his body by this fierce aura.

　　Faced with such a terrifying sword, the man in black robe naturally would not choose to take it hard.

　　He exerted his movement skills to the limit and forcibly moved out three positions between him and the electric light flint.

　　The fatal blow was narrowly avoided.

　　But how fierce the sword intent was, no matter how fast he reacted, he would inevitably be rubbed a few points, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn apart.

　　"Well..." He groaned in pain, his eyes were scarlet, and he gritted his teeth and roared in the night sky: "Huang Xuemei, if you don't make a move, when will you wait?"

　　"Don't you want to know your brother's whereabouts?"

　　clank--

　　As soon as the voice fell, the darkness finally suddenly floated from the distance to the sound of the piano.

　　When the sound of the piano started, all the people in the battle frowned, and they mustered their true energy to force their opponents back, and then looked solemnly in the direction of the sound.

　　Whizzing!

　　Suddenly, invisible air blades whizzed along with the sound of the piano.

　　This qi blade is incomparably sharp, and everything it passes is a mess.

　　The air blade spun in the air, superimposed, and suddenly skyrocketed a few points, turning into a dazzling invisible blade that exploded.

　　Rumble!

　　The already overwhelmed Fuwei Escort suddenly crumbled under the bombardment, and large swathes of houses collapsed, bricks and tiles splashed, and smoke and dust were scattered.

　　"Be careful... it's the Tianlong octave!" Lin Yuantu frowned and shouted at Feng Qingyang.

　　Feng Qingyang didn't answer, but his frowning brows already showed his inner restlessness.

　　Tianlong Ba Yin is a martial art of a town called Tianlongmen Jianghu Sect fifty years ago.

　　This exercise is extremely unique, and it is very different from ordinary martial arts.

　　Without resorting to the sharpness of the sword, just by playing the guqin with unique techniques, the illusory sound of the guqin can be transformed into a murder weapon that can destroy everything.

　　The sound of the piano is inherently invincible and invincible, and its power far exceeds that of ordinary weapons.

　　This led to the fame of Tianlongmen back then.

　　Especially after obtaining the legendary ancient artifact Tianmoqin, it was even more lost.

　　It is rumored that using the Tianmoqin to play the Tianlong Eight-tone Technique can instantly make the sky crumble, and the power is infinite.

　　The sound of the piano became more and more dense, and the terrifying sound blade swept the two like a wave.

　　Wave after wave, layer after layer.

　　Click!

　　The hard bluestone slab under his feet had already been scraped into powder layer by layer under the sound of the piano.

　　Suddenly there was a gust of wind everywhere.

　　It's just that the wind is very sharp, and the plants, wood and stones that are blown are broken.

　　Lin Yuantu and Feng Qingyang have great masters in their cultivation bases. Although they will not be able to find a way to defeat the enemy for a while, they are also safe.

　　Fortunately, the sound of the piano does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. Once it is played, everything will be enveloped within the attack range.

　　As a result, Heipao and Guo Songyang couldn't get out.

　　Swish!

　　There was a sound of hunting in a robe, and a floating female figure appeared on the wall not far in front of Zhu Hao.

　　She held a quaint iron piano in her arms, her eyes were as sharp as electricity, exuding an icy cold glow.

　　The slender index finger was quickly flicking on the piano, and the sound blades fell down towards Zhu Hao like raindrops.

　　Zhu Hao's expression remained unchanged, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said, "Tianlong Ba Yin really lives up to its reputation, but it's a pity... without the Tianmo Qin, you seem to be a bit stronger than the ordinary great masters of the same realm..."

　　Huang Xuemei's delicate brows furrowed tightly together.

　　The speed of flicking the strings is getting faster and faster, and the sound blades are getting denser and denser. It stands to reason that with her targeted offensive, even the powerhouse at the Grandmaster level cannot be indifferent.

　　Not to mention that like Zhu Hao, standing on the spot neither resists nor dodges.

　　One hand behind him, the other holding the wine glass.

　　It was as if nothing around him had happened.

　　What's even more outrageous is that her piano sound fell on Zhu Hao's body without hindrance, but it didn't play the slightest role it should have.

　　That violin sound that could easily split the bluestone and break the body-protecting infuriating qi of a Dao Profound Realm expert could only hit Zhu Hao with a few indiscernible white marks.

　　"How is that possible? There is such a terrifying body in the world?" Huang Xuemei was horrified.

　　Her talent is unparalleled, and it took only over [-] years to complete the cultivation of the peculiar art of "Tianlong Ba Yin", breaking through to the realm of a great master.

　　Relying on the power of the exercises, as soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you will be transformed into a life-threatening devil.

　　The so-called masters of the various sects appeared weak and weak under the sound of her piano, and they died when they touched it.

　　Even though the qin in her hand is not the Tianmoqin, it shouldn't be something that a teenager under [-] can resist...

　　No, it doesn't seem right to use resistance.

　　To be precise, her violin sound was less than lethal to this young man!

　　The next moment, Zhu Hao discarded the wine glass in his hand.

　　The palm of his hand slid across his waist, and the silvery gleaming Tianmoqin appeared in his hand.

　　With a smile on his lips, he slowly pulled the strings!

　　hum!

　　Shocking! .

Chapter 38

　　Swish swish!

　　Zhu Hao just fiddled on the Tianmo Qin, and the snow-white sword light lit up the night.

　　The fierce sword intent swept all directions.

　　The expressions of everyone around them changed drastically, and they hurriedly fled to the farthest at the fastest speed.

　　"Run!"

　　"Damn...what is this?"

　　"Why can he control the Tianmo Qin? This is impossible!"

　　"It is clear that the piano is used, but why does it show the ubiquitous sword intent! This sword intent... I have only seen it in my life!"

　　Rumble!

　　The thunder-like roar resounded and spread out frantically with Zhu Hao as the center.

　　what--