Ze Tian Ji Chapter 198: Idle people, etc., willing to pay for 500 years
Xiang Qiu didn't notice the blind pianist.
More precisely, he didn't see the blind pianist.
Because the blind pianist is too inconspicuous.
Because the big Priest standing in front of him at this time is too dazzling.
The face line of that big Priest is as sculpted, and the beautiful eyebrows are frosty.
"Linghai Zhiwang! What do you want to do?"
Xiang Qiu glanced across the Orthodox strongmen outside the hospital, their eyes became extremely sharp, and the meaning of violent bloodthirst could be seen faintly in the depths.
Linghai Zhiwang said with no expression: "Holy dear, no one is allowed in or out of this yard, the offender will die."
Yes, no matter who wins or loses White Emperor and Lady Mu, they will not move that Young Demon Lord.
This compound is indeed the safest place for White Emperor City today.
But the Xiang Clan chief and Demon Lord both forgot one thing.
There are still many Human Race strong players in White Emperor City today.
No matter who wins or loses White Emperor and Lady Mu, they all want to kill this Young Demon Lord.
Xiang Qiu still doesn't understand the truth, Shen Sheng said: "You should be very clear, he is my Xiang Clan guest."
Linghai Zhiwang looked indifferent and did not give way.
Xiang Qiu shouted sharply: "Do you want to die!"
After saying this, he killed his past with his subordinates.
Then he died.
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Xiang Qiu is indeed the strongest of this generation of Xiang Clan, the realm of strength and the means are very powerful.
Those subordinates are also elite masters of Xiang Clan.
But standing outside the courtyard is Linghai Zhiwang, Taoist Si Yuan, Archbishop An Lin, and Hu Thirty Two.
In other words, he is facing more than half of the Li Palace, how can he win?
Of course, if his opponents are these Orthodox giants, or if they will not lose so quickly, even if they lose, they will not die so quickly.
The problem is that Linghai Zhiwang and others didn't do anything. Their attention was in the hospital.
Xiang Qiu and Xiang Clan masters are facing a group of idlers and so on.
These are seven Peddler, six gangsters, three fortune tellers Teacher/Master, two old men selling sugar, and one young girl buying fat.
Even if you know that these people are from Wenshui City, they should be masters of Tang Family, but this kind of matching is still easy to be regarded as idle people and so on.
A dozen violent Demihuman Race powers are rising into the sky!
A clear voice sounded in the street, not that the iron ring on the door was violently moved by the strong wind, but that the copper coins fell from the hands of seven Peddler to the ground.
Bronze coins are rolling on the ground, which is in harmony with heaven and earth, forming a formation very naturally.
Two fortune tellers Teacher/Master stood in formation core, looks at whistling Demihuman Race masters who rolled out of the air, rolled their eyes.
They are not contempt, but high-speed deduction calculations.
The six uncles approached without expression and greeted with a shake of their hands.
The six water and fire sticks are separated from each other for life and death. When you poke out your head from the cloud, you will smash everything in front of you into the underworld.
What's more frightening is that the iron chains tied to the six water and fire sticks seem to be able to bind the souls of all life.
The violent Aura hedge formed countless weird pictures on the street in front of the courtyard and the spatial turbulence of terrifying.
At this moment, the two old man selling hemp took a step forward, lifted the front flap and clamped it around his waist, and then punched forward in a steady manner.
The two fists carry infinite light and blow away the wind blowing from the Red River, like two rounds of scorching sun, burning everything.
Then, a piece of fat powder like peach blossom, pear blossom, or red or white covered the field.
Finally, a desolate zither music sounded, like a snowy cry, like a farewell.
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There is blood everywhere in front of the compound.
More than a dozen Xiang Clan strong men fell in their own blood.
Xiang Qiu was the worst injured, his clothes were torn, and dozens of extremely thin cracks appeared on the monster body that surpassed steel. Blood gushed from those thin but straight rifts, and in contact with space, quickly turned into a weird and beautiful color, which was obviously poisonous.
looks at These battles and Peddler, his eyes are full of pain and shock.
He never thought that he would see so many terrible Cultivation Technique and means in such a short time.
If he is not dazzled by too much blood loss, isn't that ... it's really Burning Sun Technique!
The Tang Family masters are really terrible. He and his subordinates were too late to go crazy, and they were defeated!
Xiang Qiu's sight finally fell on the blind violinist outside the crowd and the old piano in his arms.
The strings of the old piano looks at are so sharp, even if they cut a lot of body, there is no trace of blood.
The old piano of looks at, Xiang Qiu suddenly felt a bit cold.
The zither music sounded.
He knows that even if there were no Peddlers, this blind violinist alone would be enough to kill everyone on his own.
Even if you and your subordinates go crazy in advance, you can't escape all the killings.
Even if my father is present, he may not be the opponent of this blind piano player!
Xiang Qiu's eyes show strong remorse.
He didn't see the blind pianist just now, so he didn't notice that the blind pianist's shoulders kept pulling slightly.
This posture looks at is a bit tired, it may be for the convenience of holding the piano.
Humans who like to hold their shoulders are often really amazing people.
For example Wang Po, such as Bie Yanghong, such as this blind pianist.
He asked with a quivering voice: "Really powerful ... who the **** are you?"
The blind pianist did not answer his question.
Maybe someone would be willing to answer the question of the dying to show their generosity or grace.
But blind musicians don't.
Many years ago, the Shanmen civil strife, he was seriously injured by a sneak attack on Sect Master, and finally found his life.
Since then, he has no idea what Quanren is.
Many years ago, he avoided Su Li because of retreat, and then lived like an old dog for so many years in Wenshui City.
After that, he is no longer qualified to speak grace.
Including the request of Tang Esteemed Father to come to White Emperor City this time, responsible for protecting the security of Chen Changshen, in his opinion, it is just work.
He is just doing his part of the job, collecting some money and providing retirement.
So he will not answer the question of Xiang Qiu.
He even thought that already was not interested in anything.
But today seems to be different.
The courtyard of his looks at, looking through the gate of the courtyard, fell under the tree in the depths.
There is a figure under that tree.
His Sea of Consciousness has long been calm and almost frozen, but at this time it is gradually melting.
His consciousness is already a dry Small Stream, but at this time, water is gradually flowing in, and he begins to beat the rocks on the shore.
Because his heart, which was as old as a cypress, suddenly gave birth to a small flame, and then the fire gradually grew larger.
The moment he saw that figure, he came alive, and even his heart started to stir.
Without the wind, his shirt began to stir.
His face turned ruddy.
His eyes are getting brighter.
He has become much younger.
He seems to live another five hundred years.
But he doesn't want those five hundred years.
If he can kill each other today.