The string antelope was as sharp as an arrow, and with a strong wind, it came quickly towards the Shangtian Sword.

Although Shang Tiandao's body was also protected by an invisible enchantment, looking at the fierce momentum of this string, it seemed that it could penetrate everything.

Shang Tiandao's face changed slightly, and before he even had time to think about it, when the strings were about to pierce his body, he suddenly jumped up and flew up to the branches of a fir tree.

He tried to stabilize his body and see what was going on, but his foot had just stepped on the branch when seven strings rushed in front of him.

And these seven strings were launched from the third guqin held in the arms of the third Jing Zhaomei.

Shang Tiandao had no choice but to turn over and jump onto another tree.

Every time he jumps, the invasion of seven strings will increase, and there will be an extra Jing Zhaomei holding the guqin.

In just the blink of an eye, Jing Zhaomei, who was originally bleak and empty in the forest of death, became more and more numerous, and the attack of the strings became more and more fierce.

No matter which tree Shang Tiandao jumped on, no matter where Shang Tiandao was dodging, seven murderous strings would rush in.

These Jing Zhaomei, who were attacking with this guqin in their arms, used completely different moves.

On the surface, these Jing Zhao eyebrows with green silk and silver qin in their arms were messily distributed around Shang Tiandao, but if you look closely, you will be surprised to find that these extra Jing Zhao eyebrows are not irregular.

Each of them uses a different posture to hold the qin, but if these postures are arranged according to a certain pattern, it is a set of high-class martial arts routines.

Each of his figures is just a decomposition step of this set of martial arts.

This...... What's going on here?

Even Shang Tiandao, who was well-informed and experienced in fighting people, couldn't help but want to panic again when he saw this kind of martial arts.

At this moment, although the strings kept attacking Shang Tiandao, the sound of the guqin held in Jing Zhaomei's arms did not stop.

And each guqin plays completely different notes, just like these Jing Zhaomei use different postures when holding the guqin.

And all of this Jing Zhaomei played all the notes of the guqin in this dead forest, which simply became a huge ensemble.

They were playing the overture to death.

It's impossible to tell which is the phantom and which is the real body.

Even if these strings can't hurt Shang Tiandao, they don't want to be passive like this, but they want to fight back, but they don't know which Jing Zhaomei to shoot at.

He saw the opportunity, and when one of Jing Zhaomei flicked the green silk silver qin and flew out of the killing strings, he suddenly jumped up and shot at the one who thought he was Jing Zhaomei's real body.

However, he clearly saw that his fierce palm had hit that Jing Zhaomei's chest, but wherever his palms went, his hands were empty, as if he had hit the air.

It turned out that the Jing Zhaomei that he hit just now was a phantom.

Shang Tiandao was unwilling, and when his palms were empty and his feet had not yet landed, he struck out towards another Jing Zhaomei, but it was still a phantom.

Shang Tiandao could only swing his palms and strike out one by one.

However, most of them are phantoms.

When almost half of the phantoms arranged around his body were shattered by Shang Tiandao's sword one by one, the palms he struck out shook suddenly.

The place where it was struck was really felt.

He even heard a heavy sound as his palms collided with the real thing.

This palm finally hit Jing Zhaomei himself and hit his true body.

However, when Shang Tiandao closed his palm and looked carefully, he suddenly found that it was not Jing Zhaomei's real body that he had just hit, but just the body of a fir tree.

The tall and thick fir shook a few times under the attack of his fierce palms, like a tornado blowing the heavens and the earth.

The raindrops piled up on the leaves and branches were shaken and fell in large swaths, mingling with the torrential rain lines in the firmament, obscuring his vision.

However, in this misty moment, he was almost hit by the strings that stabbed at him.

Although his body was not injured, the crescent-white robe was cut by the sharp strings that flew out.

The invisible barrier around his body seemed to have lost its effect, and large raindrops fell on his body and his hair.

Under this powerful and strange offensive of Jing Zhaomei, Shang Tiandao, who was originally calm, also began to panic a little, panting and puffing.

Jing Zhaomei's true body has not yet been found, and his true power and physical strength have been severely depleted by these phantoms, and he cannot continue it.

If he continued to be so passive, even if he hadn't been pierced through his chest by the strings that had stabbed him, he would probably have been exhausted to death by these phantoms.

Shang Tiandao was at a loss for a moment.

Jing Zhaomei suddenly put away the green silk silver qin, pressed his hands on the strings, sneered slightly, and said in a deep voice: It seems that the Shang Tian Sword of the Burial Sword Island is just a vain name.

All of the Jing Zhaomei in this Death Forest were saying the same thing.

"It seems that the Shang Tian Sword of the Burial Sword Island is just a vain name......" The voice kept lingering and lingering in this dead forest...... It's like an echo.

The sound of the piano, the night rain, accompanied by the echo over and over again, there is an indescribable terror in this forest of death.

Just when Jing Zhaomei was complacent, he saw a lightning bolt suddenly cut through the gloom and obscurity in this dead forest, and suddenly flashed.

Although the light of this lightning was only for a short moment, it was in this fleeting moment that Shang Tiandao saw the true body of Jing Zhaomei.

For the brief light brought by the lightning piercing the darkness of the Forest of Death, suddenly the reflection of a man playing a harp shone on the ground.

It's a well-known fact that illusory images don't produce reflections.

The one who can produce the reflection is the real body of Jing Zhaomei.

Therefore, Shang Tiandao seized the opportunity, and taking advantage of this short moment, he suddenly jumped down from mid-air, and then, his palms slammed out and slashed down.

And wherever his palms went, he hit the target.

The barrier of the Star Coffin, which had originally wrapped around Jing Zhaomei's body, shattered to the ground, like a shard of glass shattered by a powerful blasting force.

Jing Zhaomei held the green silk silver qin, and staggered back several steps in the fragments of the coffin of the stars all over the ground, and there were slight blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

Shang Tiandao really succeeded.

In this world, there is nothing absolutely strong and unbreakable, just as there is no absolutely strong shield and absolutely sharp spear in the world.

Shang Tiandao's simple blow just now used the legend of spear and shield that had been passed down in the mythological era.