Hearing this, the sword that had been aiming at Jing Zhaomei's body in mid-air and was about to make a second attack finally hesitated, and then suddenly fell, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and with a thud, it plunged into the dirt.

And the coffin of the stars that was originally burning also slowly stopped, and the silver light flashed, and it returned to the crystal clear frozen appearance just now.

At this time, Jing Zhaomei sneered, hugged the green silk silver qin, jumped down lightly from the top of the tall and thick fir, and said in a deep voice:

Now it seems that you Lan Yutang is not only an unbeatable phoenix, but also an arrogant maniac, and now, you have actually abandoned the last straw in your life.

That being the case, then, I will send you on the path to the Yellow Springs with the forgiveness of the goddess Lyra, oh no, the last note of the magical dance of the goddess of evil, as you wish.

With that, he sat down cross-legged and sat down in the middle of the sewage on the ground, his long and slender fingers moving slightly, flicking lightly on the extremely aggressive string.

The fingers danced, and the last death note of the green silk silver string was finally heard.

The notes with the breath of death followed the strings towards Lan Yutang's muscles, and penetrated towards Lan Yutang's nerves, like an electric current flowing along a wire.

In the sound of the piano, the strings that were wrapped around Lan Yutang's body also contracted tighter.

The muscles had been almost shattered, and the blood vessels had completely burst.

Blood, like a flower blooming to the extreme, slowly bloomed in the cold rain of this dead forest, exuding a strong breath of death.

And all the lethality implied by that last note slowly spread along the stretched green silk strings towards Lan Yutang's muscles and towards Lan Yutang's nerves......

Just when this last death note was about to completely penetrate into Lan Yutang's body, destroying everything about him,

I saw that Lan Yutang, who had fallen to the ground and was already dying, stood up suddenly, as if another soul sleeping in his body had suddenly woken up again.

With the deafening and dull sound that only came when a volcano erupted, I saw that the long robe on Lan Yutang's body suddenly burst apart, like petals blown off by the autumn wind, withering in the night wind.

And then the strings that were wrapped around him withered.

The green silk strings are also drifting.

The fragments of the robes and strings fell suddenly in the night rain, and Lan Yutang's people had disappeared, completely integrated with the night rain and this death forest.

Jing Zhaomei's hand dancing the strings seemed to be suddenly frozen there, and he was suddenly stunned—or rather, he was stunned by Lan Yutang's sudden change, and said secretly:

Where did Lan Yutang go?

He didn't know whether he was asking himself or Lan Yutang.

As soon as the words fell, Lan Yutang's low and magnetic voice came from above his head, as graceful as "Lisao", and there was no longer that kind of lazy voice coming from above his head.

Lan Yutang didn't know when he had actually crossed over to the fir where Jing Zhaomei had just been hiding with the help of the superior light skill of shifting and transposing, perched on top of his head, and could strike a fatal blow to him at any time.

And after the torture of Jing Zhaomei's green silk silver qin just now, although Lan Yutang was covered in bruises, his true power did not seem to have suffered the slightest loss.

It's even stronger than before.

Lan Yutang was bare-chested, and her hard arms were like the wings of an outstretched phoenix, flashing with flames under the heavy rain.

The immortal jade flute that was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose in both hands was raised high and held above his head, like a phoenix with sharpened teeth ready to strike a fatal blow, and said in a deep voice:

Jing Zhaomei, I'm here.

Jing Zhao's eyebrows were stunned, and the hand that plucked the strings suddenly froze there, letting the ashes of the strings that were smashed by Lan Yutang with his body slowly fall, blending into the earth with the rain, and said in a deep voice:

Lan Yutang, you guy, you are really a phoenix that can't be killed, a tough guy who can be resurrected from hellfire, it seems that I really underestimated you just now.

Lan Yutang sneered slightly, only to see that the fingers that were almost burning suddenly tightened, and the immortal jade flute that was as red as blood and rose in her eyes suddenly popped out automatically, became longer, and turned into the shape of a spear.

It's a golden phoenix gun.

The golden phoenix spear circled Lan Yutang's body like a flywheel for a few times, and then, the head of the spear trembled suddenly, and pointed at Jing Zhaomei and said loudly:

Jing Zhaomei, this time, no matter what, I must clean you up, clean up your stubborn guy, in order to comfort the spirit of the lightning knife Honghui in the sky.

Take it, and watch the dance of fire with my golden phoenix gun.

As soon as the words fell, I saw the head of the spear tremble, and suddenly turned into a phoenix with wings fluttering in the fire, dancing sharp teeth and claws, and flew towards Jing Zhaomei.

Jing Zhaomei's pupils began to contract slowly, and then, before he could see clearly what was happening in front of him, he was hit by the fiery phoenix flying in the air.

The huge impact of the Phoenix's huge impact bounced him out with a thunderous momentum, and he only heard a dull sound of "bang", and fell out heavily.

Then, he fell heavily into the sewage all over the ground, just like the situation when Lan Yutang, who was entwined by the green silk silver piano just now, was thrown out.

After landing on the ground, he "vomited" and spit out a large bouquet of blood.

Jing Zhaomei's beautiful face like a big girl was dying and half spread out in the sewage all over the ground.

He held his body and swayed to stand up, but after struggling a few times, he finally failed, so he had to be half-paralyzed there, watching Lan Yutang fall from the top of the tall and thick fir tree in a dashing manner, and landed in front of him, and said slowly:

Hmph, it's really Lan Yutang, an immortal phoenix that can be reborn from the edge of hell, and now, you have finally cracked the evil piano sound that I have with the superior mental method of the Ogi Mirror Palace.

Speaking of this, he looked at Lan Yutang, who was standing in front of him with his hands and looking up at the rain, his face suddenly darkened, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and said:

Although I have been with you for almost five years as a master and apprentice, or a brother for five years, I have never figured out what kind of person you really are, and I have never been able to guess how terrible you are.

Lan Yutang just stood there, his hands behind his back, letting the raindrops above his head as big as lotus petals fall on his stubborn muscles, expressionless.

However, after hearing Jing Zhaomei's words, his eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of unbearability and regret, turned to look at him, and said slowly:

Jing Zhaomei, you are indeed a talent, you could have made a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes and made a difference, but you have put your genius on the wrong path.

I don't know if it's because you're a wizard in martial arts, or if hatred is forcing you to work hard, but in the past five years, your martial arts have really improved very quickly.

Although our titles are teachers and students, and I taught you your green silk and silver qin, it is undeniable that you are now far above me in terms of moves and internal strength.

Speaking of this, he sighed slightly, and continued: I think this may be the reason why the palace master of the Ogi Mirror Palace taught you the superior mental method of "returning to the light".

However, although the palace master of the Ogi Mirror Palace has taught you supreme magic skills, he has forgotten to tell you how to use these martial arts better.

I taught you the green silk silver qin, and taught you the forgiveness of the goddess Tianqin, originally to wash away the hatred in your heart for your master Hong Hui,

However, what the palace master of the Ogi Mirror Palace teaches you is hatred, he wants you to hate your master Hong Hui, hate the entire rivers and lakes, and even hate yourself.

The reason why I can understand all the hatred in your heart, all the pain in your heart, is because I, like your master Hong Hui, have been misunderstood.

From the moment I took Ding Yuehua to the Dijing Palace, I was already misunderstood as a villain who betrayed his friends and betrayed his friends for the sake of women.

And your master is in order to allow you to gain a foothold in the future rivers and lakes, so that you can not be swallowed up in the turbulent rivers and lakes in the future, so he does not hesitate to exercise your tenacity, and does not hesitate to be mistaken by your disciples for a ruthless and hard-hearted demon lord.

Although we have always been misunderstood by the world, even our friends and relatives, we have always insisted on our original ideas and our original persistence.

Because we know that in the end, others will definitely understand our suffering, and the feelings that we have been suppressed in our hearts will be forgiven.

And we have always survived with this kind of persistence.

The misunderstanding of others not only did not break our confidence in life, on the contrary, it is precisely because of the constant misunderstanding of others that we believe in life more, make us love life more, and let us realize how beautiful it is to survive in this turbulent river and lake.

Over the years, although you have been persisting and persistent, you have used your persistence and persistence in revenge, and finally embarked on the wrong path and had wrong ideas, so that you have made a wrong choice to the wrong person in the wrong way.

Speaking of this, the immortal jade flute in his hand that was as red as blood and rose in his eyes suddenly pointed at Jing Zhaomei, almost roaring, and said:

In the past twenty years, when Hong Hui has been training you in that almost cruel way, his heart is bleeding, do you know?