The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

This is the rivers and lakes, strength is respected by martial arts, when the strength is insufficient, they can only be reduced to fish on the chopping board and slaughtered by others.

After killing Zhuge Wujun who had slandered Lin Shiyin earlier, Chu Heng turned his eyes on those warriors who were motionless, begging and panicking, and smiled lightly.

"Since you choose to attack the Demon Knife Gate, then naturally you need to pay some price, how about this! I will give you a chance, if you can safely listen to a piece of my maid's song, then you can walk out of this room alive~‖."

After speaking, she turned her head slightly to look at Huang Xuemei.

Seeing this, the latter nodded, stepped forward and walked out.

Originally, those warriors who attacked the Demon Sword Sect were worried that the maid Chu Heng said was Mu Xinhe who had just killed Zhuge Wujun with one move, and they were worried.

But in the blink of an eye, they saw Huang Xuemei, who was only a first-class warrior, and the group breathed a sigh of relief, and even the other Xiantian warrior and those first-class warriors were already thanking them.

Looking at the obvious contempt on the faces of these people, the ease on the faces removed the huge box behind them.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of Huang Xuemei, Wei Tianxing glanced at the room, and finally placed it on the chair on the stairs of the Demon Sword Gate. With a glance, the table and chair were already placed on Huang Xuemei's next moment. before.

With a slight nod to Wei Tianxing, Huang Xuemei opened the box in her hand, revealing the silver-white guqin with colorful strings.

Looking at the guqin being slowly taken out of the box by Huang Xuemei, Lang Fanyun and Pang Ban let out a soft "Yi" in their hearts, obviously discovering the extraordinaryness of this guqin.

Among the warriors, the innate realm expert who breathed a sigh of relief took a closer look at the Guqin that Huang Xuemei had put on the table at this time, his face was suspicious at first, and then he looked terrified as if he had seen a ghost.".〃 Is this... Tianmoqin? Impossible, absolutely impossible, didn't Tianmoqin fall off the cliff with that girl from the Huang family and die?"

One sentence suddenly changed the expressions of Lang Fanyun and Pang Ban.

When they saw this qin just now, they had already felt the extraordinaryness of this qin, but they did not expect that what was in the hands of that little maid at this time would be the supreme magic soldier who had once flourished , Tianmoqin.

"A subordinate of the Xiantian Realm, with superb medical skills, and the Nirvana Pill that can be taken out at will, and now there is a Tianmoqin in the hands of a maid. Who is this kid?"

In the past few days, as he learned more information, Pang Bang became more and more curious about Chu Heng's identity (of King Zhao).

And the words of that Xiantian realm warrior made Huang Xuemei's complexion change drastically, she looked at the Xiantian realm warrior with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Did you participate in the encirclement of Huangjiazhuang six years ago?"

As if he knew that he had missed the point, that martial artist's expression froze and he kept silent, but he was filled with panic in his heart, his true energy was already swimming around his body, and he was always on guard.

Originally, I thought that the little girl who Chu Heng sent a first-class warrior had the idea of ​​letting them go, but she never thought that this maid had the Tianmoqin in her hands.

Seeing that the innate realm remained silent, Huang Xuemei snorted coldly, and then put her hands on the strings. Suddenly, a melodious melody sounded in the magic knife gate full of corpses. .

Chapter [-] The first battle, the magic sound of death

As the sound of the piano sounded slowly, it was like flowing water on a small bridge, gradually entering the heart. +]

However, that martial artist at the Xiantian realm felt serious, and even sealed his ears with true energy.

For more than a dozen breaths, the melody reverberating around seemed to be just an ordinary ditty, nothing out of the ordinary.

However, seeing the seriousness of that Xiantian realm warrior, the rest of the warriors put away their contempt for a long time, and looked at Huang Xuemei who was playing the piano with her eyes closed, as if facing a big enemy.

As the time of half a stick of incense (one stick of incense five minutes) passed, the surroundings remained unchanged.

Such a situation also made the innate warrior feel slightly puzzled.

It was at this time that Huang Xuemei's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened, with murderous intent flowing in her.

At the same time, the sound of the piano, which was originally like a small spring, suddenly turned, and the momentum suddenly changed.

Waves of invisible sound waves began to float to the four directions in front of the body along with the strings. +]

Feeling these sudden changes in the sound of the piano, the complexions of those warriors also changed.

Because with the changes of these piano sounds, they also found that the internal force in their bodies seemed to be affected at this moment.

Soon, those second- and third-rate warriors couldn't bear the real thunderous sound of the piano, and after a roar, their bodies and faces froze suddenly.

"boom"

Hearing this voice, one of the third-rate fighters with the lowest level of strength burst suddenly like a balloon completely filled with gas.

As if it was a signal, as the situation of this disciple appeared, different voices sounded in the crowd one after another, one after another, continuously.

(bffa)

Hundreds of warriors either exploded with no bones remaining, or their bodies were shattered into pieces as if they had been divided by five horses, and their internal organs flowed all over the floor.

But in just a dozen or so breaths, only thirty or so of the hundreds of warriors remained. (—)

All of them are first-class warriors and that innate realm warrior.

However, even now, the faces of those first-rate fighters are flushed, and even the exposed necks and palms are red. It is obvious that the internal force in the body has been operating to an extremely high level at this time, and it is the constant and The strange sound waves constantly intruding into the body from the outside counterbalance it.

Unfortunately, this situation did not last long.

The waves of sound echoing around are like magic sounds. Even though they have sealed their ears, making it difficult for their eyes to hear the sound for the time being, those sound waves are waves, breaking through the hearing directly into their brains.

Soon, the eyes of all these first-class warriors were red, and blood began to ooze from the ears that were originally sealed by internal force.

Then the eyes, the nose.

At the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the end, the internal force in the body was completely rioted, and I fell to the ground one after another, losing my voice.

At this point, facing Huang Xuemei, there was only one Innate Realm warrior left who was struggling to fight.

Huang Xuemei practiced the peerless martial art "Sunflower Treasure", which has a deep source of internal strength. If she hadn't met a warrior with the same unique skill, she would definitely be able to leapfrog the battle, not to mention the "Tianlong" which is also the same unique skill now. Octave", supplemented by a peerless magic weapon like Tianmoqin.

Even if the opponent is a martial artist in the early stage of the Xiantian realm, he still feels gradually unable to do what he wants.