General Nanyu stared at Ouyang Dao in disbelief.
What's going on? What's happening? Could it be that you, a nasty guy, have hidden some super powerful weapon
A gentle breeze blew and a figure flashed by. General Nanyu then realized that there was another person beside him.
An old man with white hair and beard, wearing an extremely soft robe embroidered with a gilded colorful cloud Tai Chi pattern, stood in front of Ouyang Dao with a smile.
Behind the old man, he was carrying a colorful phoenix-head guqin.
Seeing the old man, Ouyang Dao could no longer control his emotions. He knelt down in front of the old man with a plop, tears as crystal clear as jade falling from the corners of his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but because he was so excited, no sound came out.
Ouyang Dao was speechless and tried his best to hold back his tears. He just said hello quietly.
"Master, are you okay?"
The old man sighed softly, "I'm fine, Xiaodao. You've worked hard these years. I searched all over the Nine Demon Realms but couldn't find any trace of you. I thought you were dead."
"I'm sorry, I was incompetent and failed to live up to Master's expectations. I was imprisoned in a spaceship, an aerial prison, isolated from the rest of the world. I only escaped from it recently."
"I rushed here from Demon River City because I heard about this. Along the way, I saw countless corpses of demons and powerful immortals in the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. What happened here? It seems like a tragic war is going on?"
"Master, we won a great victory and killed many demons."
The old man Tianqin stroked his beard and smiled: "Disciple, you have lost a lot of weight, but you are in good spirits."
"Master, you are in good spirits too."
Seeing the master and disciple having a long and cheerful conversation, leaving him aside, General Nanyu was very unhappy and had a gloomy face, but he did not dare to get angry because he was secretly frightened in his heart.
Was the magic martial arts light wheel that I just used destroyed by this old man with white beard
Moreover, this old man with white beard is also the master. Doesn’t that mean the cultivation of this old man with white beard is even higher than that of the Golden Immortal
It has been difficult to see Daluo Jinxian in the demon world for more than two hundred years, but on this day, I met two of them.
He suddenly had the urge to run away, but he was unwilling to do so.
It is already difficult to defeat a Daluo Jinxian, but there is also a Daluo Jinxian master. I am definitely no match for this master.
These Golden Immortals are nothing special. Their flying sword skills are just empty reputations. You don't need to be afraid of them. Just fight them and you'll be done.
These two thoughts were fighting in his heart, making his face uncertain and his eyes become vague.
He raised his magic sword and shouted, "Hey, are you two master and apprentice? The apprentice couldn't win, so the master came over. Old man, do you dare to fight me?"
Elder Tianqin was chatting with Ouyang Dao when they were interrupted by General Nanyu. Ouyang Dao sneered, "With your strength, are you worthy enough to fight with my master? I'm afraid that if my master strikes, you'll be dead in just a few moves."
General Nanyu was furious: "Don't just talk big, come on, let's fight, your flying sword skills are only so-so, and your master must not be much better."
Snap, the figure swayed, and old man Tianqin slapped General Nanyu in the face, causing General Nanyu to see stars and half of his face to feel burning pain.
He was so scared that he took several steps back, staring blankly at old man Tianqin and Ouyang Dao. He knew he was slapped, but the other party was too fast and he didn't see it clearly.
He only felt a figure flashing in front of him, his cheek hurt, and then golden stars flashed all over his eyes. He couldn't see clearly who hit him.
He guessed that Ouyang Dao would not have such skills. He had fought with this apprentice for a long time and he knew his skills very well. The slap must have been given by the master.
"Old man, did you hit me?"
When he asked this question, his face turned red, but half of his face was red and swollen from the beating, so no one could see that he was blushing.
It was clearly the other party who hit him, but he couldn't even be sure. Not only did he get hit in the face, he also lost all his face.
Old man Tianqin sneered and said, "That's right, I hit you. You'd better pay attention to your tone when you speak, otherwise next time you will either get a slap in the face or beheaded."
Old man Tianqin also made a gesture of wiping his neck, and General Nanyu felt a chill rising up from the back of his spine and subconsciously covered his neck.
Ouyang Dao and old man Tianqin burst into laughter.
General Nanyu was furious and said, "You old bastard, you dare to tease me? I won't let you go."
General Nanyu raised the heavy sword in his hand and danced out a dazzling magic light wheel again. The heavy sword, carrying the magic energy like a raging wave, slashed towards the old man Tianqin.
Old man Tianqin disappeared in front of General Nanyu with a flash as if his feet were greased.
The magic sword slashed down on the place where old man Tianqin had just stood, creating a deep pit in the ground and sending gravel flying everywhere.
Old Tianqin didn't know when he was standing on the branches of a big tree next to him. A breeze blew, and he was as light as a swallow, swaying with the branches in the wind.
He sneered and said, "Seeing that your cultivation is not easy, I wanted to spare your life, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant and vicious. Since you don't want to live, this immortal will not spare you."
The old man Tianqin raised his palm lightly, and the guqin on his shoulder fell into his palm. It was a seven-stringed guqin, with an ancient and mottled color, and the strings were as shiny as silk.
The skinny fingers gently plucked the strings of the piano, and a melodious sound was continuous, crisp and pleasant.
Ouyang Dao sneered: "My master is playing the piano, you are dead."
General Nanyu didn't understand. This old man just played the piano and said that I was dead. What was the connection between the two? If he played the piano, I would die? Could it be that the master and the apprentice were crazy and just talking nonsense
He soon understood.
The piano sounds were gentle and ordinary at the beginning, but suddenly became murderous and urgent. The piano sounds were like thousands of troops rushing towards them, with swords flashing, blood flowing like a river, and corpses everywhere.
General Nan Yu suddenly felt that the piano sounds turned into extremely powerful sword energy, shooting towards him from all directions.
It turned out to be sonic power.
General Nan Yu suddenly understood. He had heard stories about the great war between immortals and demons two hundred years ago. In the story, an immortal could use powerful sonic skills. With one song of Sha Po Lang, he killed thousands of demon troops, leaving corpses all over the ground and rivers of blood.
He just listened to the story and didn't expect to encounter it today.
He quickly danced with his heavy sword, and the magic energy turned into dazzling halos, protecting himself layer by layer.
But those strands of piano music were like a high-speed rotating drill, drilling fiercely into his magic martial arts light wheel.
The sound of the piano was like mountains pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
The sound of the piano continuously struck his sword curtain, causing his arm to ache as if it was almost broken. His heart felt salty and a mouthful of blood spurted out.