Just as he counted to "four", Shang Tiandao's hand holding the sword suddenly trembled, and the tip of the sword against Jing Zhaomei's throat drooped slightly.

His heart was shocked.

And Jing Zhaomei just took advantage of the moment when he was trembling and relaxing slightly, and suddenly rose into the air, turned over and jumped out, jumping out of the range of Shang Tiandao's soft sword to exert its power.

Jing Zhaomei slowly fell on the branches of a tall cold maple, holding his guqin in his arms, sat down cross-legged, and sneered:

How about Shang Tiandao, you seem to be a little hesitant, when you are faced with a choice, the swordsmanship is no longer as good as the usual two or three out of ten, you also know the pain when facing a choice, hahaha......

But why do you hesitate? Does this little girl really have some kind of relationship with you?

I know that this little girl is just the granddaughter of Granny Shenji, and it seems that there is some kind of opposition between your Burial Sword Island and Granny Shenji, right?

There should have been an antagonism between you and her, and you should have acted without scruples, but why are you hesitating now?

Could it be that the hat of a heroic man and a gentleman on your head is causing trouble? However, isn't the reputation of you so-called heroes all built on the basis of trampling on other people's lives by unscrupulous means?

Sword Thirty is like this, Hong Hui is like this, isn't it the same with your Shangtian Dao? Hurry up and make a move? Why did you suddenly hesitate? Hahaha......

Hearing this, Shang Tiandao was suddenly stunned, and secretly wondered: Yes, now that it has reached a critical juncture, why did I suddenly hesitate?

However, I don't know why, since I saw this little girl in Guiyunzhuang, although she repeatedly offended herself, not only was she not angry, but she even had a faint sense of satisfaction, which was like the feeling of a naughty daughter playing tricks on her father?

However, it is strange to say that when I first met her in Guiyunzhuang, a familiar feeling suddenly surged in my heart.

The feeling is really familiar and homely.

Although this little girl is completely different from the woman who once made him miss him in appearance, even a world of difference, her personality is really similar to that person.

Why is that?

Jing Zhaomei forced him to ask, "Shang Tiandao, how are you thinking about it?" I'm about to count to five.

Shang Tiandao looked at him and didn't speak.

Jing Zhaomei suddenly sank his face and said, "Five."

As soon as the words fell, Shang Tiandao's shoulders shook suddenly, and the soft sword in his hand struck out, like a meteor across the sky, slashing towards Jing Zhaomei.

Where the sword passed, Jing Zhaomei waved the guqin in his hand and suddenly blocked it.

The qin was made of silver, temporarily blocking Shang Tiandao's attack, and then, with a sudden flick of the guqin, Shang Tiandao's soft sword slashed out diagonally against Jing Zhaomei's body, and it happened to slash on a tall and thick cold maple tree next to it.

The sword fell, and the cold maple also turned into two halves, from the top to the root of the tree, it was strangely split by the sharp sword qi, and fell down with a clatter, startling a large flock of flying birds.

Taking advantage of the momentum of this Leng Feng falling, Jing Zhaomei suddenly jumped forward, dodged the invasion of Shang Tian's sword qi, and jumped onto another Leng Feng.

Then, cross-legged, sat down on a thick branch, put the guqin across his lap, looked at Shang Tiandao, suddenly sneered, and said:

Shang Tiandao, it seems that you are really a hypocrite like Hong Hui, and you really don't care about the life or death of that little girl.

Although you are still hesitant at the moment, unable to use half of your usual sword technique, now, I still have to use my special skill against you.

Shang Tiandao looked at him and said coldly: "Nirvana?

Jing Zhaomei didn't speak, but gently stroked his fingers on the guqin, and the strings made a crisp jingle like flowing water.

After the sound of the piano, he suddenly pressed his hands on the strings again, looked at Shang Tiandao, a cruel and disdainful smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly:

In the five years that I have been wandering the rivers and lakes since I left Hongmen, the person I met once told me that the highest level of martial arts is to be able to merge oneself with all things in this world.

In this way, you can do whatever you want, play freely, and turn every plant and tree in this dead forest into a deadly weapon.

Now, let this forest of death for I don't know how many years of gathering of all the spirits of all things into the strongest note of my green silk silver harp, the forgiveness variation of the goddess of Lyra.

As soon as he finished speaking, his piano sounded.

At this moment, the sound of the piano is really different from the original ones.

Jing Zhaomei's original piano sound was like waves in a big river, flowing slowly in the moonlight, and then, the wind rose, and suddenly the waves surged, and the smashing beach was accompanied by the wailing of the petrel.

And at this moment, the sound of his piano is like the wind blowing in from outside the forest in this late autumn season, leisurely, quiet, with the breath of winter.

Everywhere the wind passed, the originally green maple tree suddenly began to turn red and wither.

Autumn began to spread slowly in this dead forest, and the maple leaves with ripe branches began to wither and wither in large areas......

In the end, only the dead branches of a tree remained.

And those heavy rains that were originally pouring seem to have stopped in this autumn sky.

Jing Zhaomei was sitting in the autumn sky, sitting in the autumn leaves, gently plucking the strings, chanting the forgiveness variations of those goddesses.

The song began, the sound of the piano filled, and his long hair began to flutter, like a robe lifted by the breeze, like thoughts that were caressed by the autumn wind.

Although the thoughts are chaotic, the memory is very clear, as clear as the pulse on the autumn leaves.

Facing the sky full of red leaves, Jing Zhaomei's piano sound suddenly changed, as if sighing slightly.

And in the midst of this sigh, the forest of death, which had been as silent as autumn, suddenly moved.

Vast expanses of cold maples, large fir trees, clumps of vines, and clusters of shrubs seemed to have been given life by the sound of the piano, and began to slowly spread and extend......

Autumn in nature should be the time when ten thousand trees wither, but the autumn played by the sound of the piano is the moment when ten thousand trees are revived.

Leng Feng, the vines suddenly came to life, overwhelmingly extending the branches, and with the change of the rhythm of the sound of the piano, it was as if it had suddenly grown legs and feet, and actually moved.

Bang, bang, bang...... Step by step, he walked towards Shang Tiandao.

And in the depths of this dead forest, there seem to be countless pairs of eyes, which are flashing with a faint green light, like vampire bats hiding in them.

Jing Zhaomei's hand on the qin suddenly increased its rhythm, and with a sudden wave, he saw the branches of Leng Feng and Fir that were originally extending flew up.

They turned into countless sharp arrows, with burning flames and the breath of death, shooting towards the Shangtian Sword from all corners in all directions.

Shang Tiandao's soft sword shook and swung all over the sky.