Keyboard Immortal Chapter 467: Playing swords, singing and playing bitter sounds

At this time, Ding Run suddenly stared at Zaan: "It's just that I doubt that you have that much money, you are going to die soon, so I can only ask for cash, not to mention asking me to find you where to hide it. Something, I don't want a trap waiting for me."

Apparently he should have suffered a similar loss before, so he's becoming quite cautious now.

"The money is there, but I can only give it to you later, so I might live a little longer." Zaan laughed.

Ding Run shook his head: "Trust me, sometimes living for a long time may not be as good as being able to die happily."

Zuan replied, "I'd rather live."

"Alright, then I'll kill them first, and then kill you last." Ding Run turned to Sang Hong and the others, "Sir Sang, I've offended you."

After speaking, the sword light flashed and a sword qi slashed directly at the two of them.

At this moment, Sang Hong suddenly moved, picked up the iron chain in his hand and went up to meet him, touching the opponent's long knife, rubbing a string of sparks.

Nevertheless, the scattered sword qi split the carriage into pieces, and a group of people fell out.

"The restraint on your body has been lifted?" Ding Run held the long knife in his hand, still as if he had never drawn it out.

Sang Hong looked at Huang Huihong who was lying on the side and sighed: "I would also like to thank Commander Huang for releasing the restraint on me before he died."

Ding Run just remembered that just before the death of the yellow, gray and red, he seemed to stretch his hand in the direction of the carriage. At that time, he thought he was trying to grab something, but now he realizes that it was to lift his restraint.

"Then it seems that you talked to me so much on purpose just now to delay his recovery?" He couldn't help but look at Zaan, whose face was a little ugly. to play.

Sang Hong also looked at Zaan, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to guess it, and I admire your quick response."

You must know that Huang Huihong had time to lift the ban on him before he died. It stands to reason that other than himself, no one else should know.

"I'm just guessing, I'm just lucky," Zaan smiled slightly, then looked at Ding Run, "but our commission is still valid, if we still have to die, you can help us. I killed the mastermind."

Ding Run sneered: "You're smart, you won't suffer in any way."

Sang Qian had a look of joy and hurriedly shouted: "Father, quickly release the restriction for me."

Who knew that Sang Hong didn't answer, but just stared at Ding Run on the other side.

Zuan on the side snorted: "You're stupid, even if you go up to fight with them at that level, you will also send it, and your father is now locked by the other party's qi machine, obviously he doesn't dare to be distracted, and you are still beside you. Yelling."

Sang Qian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood, but after being scolded by him, he was still secretly angry: Hmph, after my father has dealt with Ding Run, I can only let out my heart if I don't skin you and get cramps. hatred.

Rage from Sang Qian +792!

Zuan didn't bother to care about him, and his attention was now on the two of them.

Besides the anger at the beginning, Ding Run has now recovered his calmness. He looked at Sang Hong and said, "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Sang is a master of the eighth rank, but today I want to learn it."

Sang Hong said solemnly: "You are very famous in the industry. I heard that there were also eight practitioners who died in your hands. It is not a big deal for you to come to eight."

"No matter what, it's still an eighth-rank, and it's much harder to kill than a normal target. When I go back, I have to tell my employer to pay more." As soon as Ding Run finished speaking, the long sword was unsheathed.

The speed is so fast that others can't see the trajectory of his knife at all, and can only feel a cold light passing by.

Sang Hong was already on guard, waving the broken shackles on his hands to meet him. The shackles that these embroidered messengers used to imprison people were made of black iron, and they were quite good for weapons.

The two crossed and exchanged positions. This time, Ding Run's knife was not retracted into the scabbard again, so that Zaan and the others on the side could see the whole picture.

Compared to a normal sword, his blade is very narrow and long, more like the Japanese Japanese sword in the previous life, and even longer than the Japanese sword.

It should be snow-white above, but there seems to be a faint hint of dark red.

The dark red color is not on the surface of the blade. As a swordsman, it is impossible not to wipe your weapon clean.

So the dark red color should have been immersed in the blade and integrated with the blade.

When it comes to his profession, it is obvious what that dark red color is.

Despite the distance, the murderous aura from the knife still makes people feel cold, and even the skin can feel a fine needle prick.

Zuan's expression is solemn, this guy has turned murderous aura into substance, and the murderous aura is so strong that he doesn't know how many people he has to kill to raise it.

Sang Qian, who was beside him, also looked ugly. He was a master after all. At this time, he had noticed an incision of about an inch or two in the front of his father's shirt. Although it didn't really hurt anything, it was just the moment of contact. , obviously the father is still at a disadvantage.

"Your Excellency is such a quick knife." Sang Hong stared at Ding Run, who was facing him, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He didn't need to look at it, he knew the situation on the clothes.

Ding Run grinned: "We eat this kind of food, we live the days when the knife head licks blood, how can we do it if the knife is not fast. On the contrary, Master Sang, you are so pampered, and you have too few hands on weekdays, I'm afraid it's not me. opponent."

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Not necessarily. "Sang Hong snorted, and he didn't want to lose his momentum in the life-and-death struggle. He saw that he grabbed the chains on both sides with both hands, and a flame suddenly became angry, and the flames soon burned the chain red.

Then waving the "fire whip" with both hands and swiped at the opponent. When he met his hair and beard, he seemed to have an inexplicable power.

Sang Qian clenched his fists tightly and kept cheering for his father.

This is the first time Zuan has seen Sang Hong make a full effort. He used to be the number one in Linchuan County. He doesn't need to make a move himself on weekdays. Many times, with a little arrangement, there are countless pieces to help him achieve his goals. .

Now that it's on the verge of life and death, everyone just remembered that he was also an eighth-rank powerhouse.

"It turns out that he is a fire cultivator." Zu Anxin thought that this really didn't fit Sang Hong's temperament. You must know that he was always calm and quiet, making plans before moving, which was completely different from the irritable character of most fire cultivators.

But after thinking about it, Sang Qian is also a fire element. Their father and son awakened to the same element, and it was normal to practice similar exercises.

The only thing I don't understand is that they are all fire elements, why do they have to find Zheng Dan of the water element to be the wife of the Sang family?

At this time, Sang Hong's fiery red whip shadows were everywhere in the field. He almost hit Ding Run several times, but he was narrowly avoided.

Finally, there was a time when he couldn't avoid it. He raised his knife to block, and with a bang, he flew down a distance of several meters.

Sang Hong didn't continue to attack. He had no choice but to attack him with such a violent attack just now, and attacking like that would be a waste of energy.

"Your attack is over, it's up to me." Ding Run smiled, raised the long knife in front of him, and flicked the blade with his fingers.

The sound is crisp and pleasant, and it is clear that this is a good knife.

All the people don't understand what his purpose is to flick the knife, how about showing off his knife?

Only Sang Hong suddenly changed his face and hurriedly flicked to the side, but it was still a moment too late, a blood mist burst out on his arm, and a long wound appeared on it.

If he hadn't dodged in time, I'm afraid his entire arm would have been cut off.

Invisible knife gas!

Everyone in the field is not a mediocre person, and they reacted immediately.

Sang Hong said solemnly: "According to the world, layman Jia Qian played a sword, sang and sang bitterly in his early years, and the royal family of Tuju didn't like it. People in the world thought that you were entertaining yourself by playing your sword and sing, but it was unexpected. Your ultimate move!"

Ding Run smiled slightly: "It's hard to find friends in high mountains and rivers. I didn't expect Mr. Sang to know Ding's past so well. Since that's the case, then please Mr. Sang to comment on my song "Playing the Sword and Composing Songs"."