In just the blink of an eye, the green silk and silver strings had already flown in front of Lan Yutang, and then, suddenly penetrating Lan Yutang's arrows and limbs, and nailed to the tall and thick fir behind him that had half fallen.

The blood finally flowed slowly.

The red blood, as bright as a rose, blended with the pouring rain in the sky, and melted into this endless forest of death.

The blue robe was blown by the strong wind brought up by the green silk and silver strings.

Jing Zhaomei was stunned suddenly, and the hand that waved the strings froze there, and said in amazement: You...... You...... You, why didn't you dodge?

Lan Yutang said slowly: After saying so much, don't you understand what I mean?

Jing Zhaomei sneered: "Hmph, what about yourself? Aren't you willing to throw yourself into the door of the Ogi Mirror Palace for your own selfishness, serving as a tool for killing, and even not hesitating to bear the infamy of treachery?

Hearing this, Lan Yutang's body shook suddenly.

It was as if the whole body was on fire.

Phoenix, at last, let out a flame of rage.

In this thick anger, the green silk and silver strings that penetrated Lan Yutang's body suddenly broke, like burned silk threads, turned into fragments, and flew away in the rainy night.

Lan Yutang swirled the immortal jade flute as red as blood and rose in his hand, looked at Jing Zhaomei, and said slowly:

It seems that you don't plan to turn back, let alone confess to Hong Hui in the Heavenly Spirit, so let me teach you what kind of evil martial arts you learned from the Ogi Mirror Palace.

Now, you can completely stop thinking of me as your teacher, you can completely hate me as you hate Lightning Knife Honghui, you can just let me go.

Since you want to be obsessed like this all the time, then, now let me, who is also your old human generation, Lightning Knife Honghui, get rid of you, so that you don't suffer again in the future.

Although the martial arts of the Ogi Mirror Palace are powerful and evil, there is nothing to fear from you, a coward who does not dare to face reality.

What's more, I am an immortal phoenix who can be resurrected from the edge of hell again and again, Jing Zhaomei, you baptize the sins you have committed with your blood.

Jing Zhaomei shook the green silk silver qin suddenly, put his hands on the strings, and said loudly: Shut up, now, I must close your arrogant mouth, with my Jing Zhaomei's strongest qin.

As soon as the words fell, the real force condensed.

Lan Yutang waved the immortal jade flute, and also condensed his true power.

Once a good friend, a former master and apprentice, now, is finally about to have a life-and-death duel.

At this time, the sky that had been pouring rain seemed to be burning, and the pitch-black, endless rain sky was immediately lit up.

On one side is an immortal jade flute like a phoenix rising and burning, and on the other side is a green silk silver qin that is being smelted in a furnace.

When the true power condensed in the body of the two peerless musical instruments that burned to the extreme, the immortal jade flute and the green silk silver qin, reached its peak, they flew towards each other like birds that flipped their wings and flew up.

Crashing into each other.

The originally death-like and peaceful forest went to the forest, and suddenly a dazzling light flashed, and after a dull sound of hitting each other, Jing Zhaomei and Lan Yutang fell out together.

The two of them flew together in opposite directions, and were thrown about five feet behind them by the rebound force, knocking down a tall and thick fir behind them, and collapsing with a bang.

Then, spitting blood from his mouth, he lay there, unable to move.

After Jing Zhaomei fell to the ground, he actually stood up trembling and trembling again, like a lonely boat drifting in the ocean, in danger of being swallowed by the wind and waves at any time.

He wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with his soaked sleeves, and looked at Lan Yutang, who was already unable to move on the ground, and a strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, his smile was like a ripple that was broken by a storm, and before it could fully bloom, he saw Lan Yutang's fingers, which had fallen to the ground motionless, suddenly moved.

Then, the immortal jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, also moved, like a bamboo shoot bathed in spring rain, and suddenly stood up, supporting the ground.

Under the support of the immortal jade flute, Lan Yutang's body also slowly stood up.

After the impact of the true power that had condensed their life's energy just now, he was not only unscathed, but even exuded an even more powerful murderous aura on his body, just like the sparks that erupted from the phoenix when it was reborn from the magma, exuding a vigorous explosion.

Seeing Lan Yutang come back from the dead, the strange smile that had just bloomed at the corner of Jing Zhaomei's mouth was frozen there as if it had suddenly been frozen on the surface of the water, and he said secretly:

Sure enough, it is the immortal phoenix that can be reborn from the edge of hell in the rivers and lakes, after being hit by the fatal blow of the green silk silver qin that I have mastered the supreme evil skill of the Dijing Palace,

Not only is it unscathed, but the internal force is still rising and accumulating indefinitely, just like the magma inside the volcano.

Thinking about this, he looked at the heavy rain that was still pouring down from the sky, and muttered: Is it ...... Am I really wrong? Or ......

Just as he was thinking about it, the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang suddenly walked out of the messy branches of the knocked down fir, stepping on the branches and sewage all over the ground.

And the immortal jade flute in his hand, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, was slightly oblique, forming a forty-five degree angle with the ground, and walked towards Jing Zhaomei step by step, letting the heavy rain above his head pour down like Mount Tai's top, watering the unyielding nerves of his body, and said in a deep voice:

The "return to the light" of the Ogi Mirror Palace is really powerful, and you have actually integrated the superior internal strength of the Ogi Mirror Palace's "return to the light" into the green silk silver qin.

Hmph, although the evil sound of the evil piano that fuses the magic of the Ogi Mirror Palace is powerful, don't forget who taught you your green silk and silver harp.

Although Jing Zhaomei's green silk was forced to fly by Lan Yutang's momentum, he still walked towards him fearlessly and sneered:

Although you taught me the key to the green silk silver qin, don't forget, I know more than just the trick of the green silk silver qin.

I also have even more powerful tricks that I learned from the palace master of Ogigami Palace, and I will return to the light.

Now, I must let you pay with your own blood for the insults you have just made to me, even though you could have been my master.

At this, he suddenly raised his hand.

His right palm turned into a blade, and with a sudden wave, the hem of his robe that was flying up against the wind was suddenly torn apart, and it drifted away in the last night rain before dawn, and he said in a deep voice:

Lan Yutang, from this moment on, oh no, from the moment you said those insulting words to me just now, you and I are like this robe, we have long been cut off, and it has nothing to do with it.

Since you said that you taught me the green silk silver qin, and I can't help you, then, let's see how I use the green silk silver qin to defeat you today.

Speaking of this, he waved his fingers lightly on the strings and said in a deep voice: "Fly, green silk silver qin, watch the magic dance of my goddess of revenge."