The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade

Chapter 289: The women's national hand curls their fingers and cuts off longevity

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The strings vibrate and generate breath, killing people in every trace.

The blind female luthier, who was tied for second place on the list of killers with Miss Hehe, did not give Xu Fengnian any chance to heal her injuries. The two silver threads cut through countless drops of rainwater and rushed to the eyes. This is the same as when Li Chungang flicked water droplets on the muddy official road and connected them into a line of swords. Xu Fengnian did not dare to take it lightly. After knocking dozens of times, his figure floated and then withdrew, as if he wanted to consider how powerful the luthier's fingers were with the silver thread. The silver thread kept piercing the water droplets, like a thin needle piercing thin snow, without any stagnation, which made Xu Fengnian Feeling helpless, just to counter the thickness of the Qi machine, the half of the big yellow court gifted by Wang Chonglou may not have a chance of winning, but if it is used for his own use, the degree of mystery in the competition is still too far away, so he has to retract his fingers and clenched his hands into fists , smashed on the silver front, but still didn't dare to take it too seriously, and used the four or two strokes learned from Wudang Mountains, and with a skillful stroke, the two white lines were diverged, and they were submerged in the rain behind them.

Xu Fengnian ran forward again, stepping on the rainwater, without touching the bluestone slabs in the alley, just gliding across the water, with a palm on his right waist, Chunlei broke away from a piece of bluestone and floated in the air in front of him, sword energy rolled over the dragon wall , forcibly crushed the violin strings that were twenty steps away, and just retreated ten steps, and now it is only forty steps away from the female luthier.

Except for the one-handed chanting that repelled the golden hazel, the violinist's timbre returned to the previous clear and soft tone. Xu Fengnian followed his second sister Xu Weixiong to study ancient musical instruments. His comprehension is mediocre, but he is not a layman in rhythm, and he finally felt something. Yes, this luthier plays the piano with both hands, the left and right hand winds are divided into two, and the right hand plucks the strings. It belongs to the Yushan School of the Southern Tang Dynasty, which emphasizes high mountains and flowing water, stretching gently, and has the style of a national scholar. The left hand is a typical Dongyue Guangling style, with an urgent and restless tone, like the tide rushing to thunder, like a hero singing with a sword. In this way, although the sound quality is mixed and the charm is mixed, the advantage is the abrupt turning, which makes people caught off guard, as if the river is dangerous and the boat capsizes in an instant. Killing people with the melody is a biased way of martial arts. This woman's Finger Xuan kills King Kong, except for the sharpness of the silver thread, which injures the bones at the orifices, making it extremely difficult to heal the wound, and there are even more tricky mysteries. With all his heart and mind, he had already tied his hands and feet, not to mention moving forward, he should retreat in the face of difficulties and escape from the alley obediently.

Xu Fengnian chopped off the endless silver threads in the Shu style, and moved forward step by step, another ten steps. The wireless silver wire wrapped like a semicircle, was rolled away by Xu Fengnian's air and compressed towards the female luthier.

The blind girl's face was expressionless, she didn't know whether she was breathing or distracted, her right hand paused for a while, and her left hand was always floating in the air without pressing the strings. No matter whether you go in regardless of bullying, even if it is a trap, you must break it together.

Wait patiently until you are thirty paces apart. She finally put both hands down at the same time, but it seemed that she didn't know how to do it. She slapped the strings with both hands like a child messing around. Eight beats. The puddles around Xu Fengnian exploded one after another on the ground. Fortunately, there was a sword swimming fish style to swim flexibly between life and death. , the five water knives were blocked by the mirage, and there were still three water knives that shattered the big yellow court, and the rain flowers pricked and bleed on Xu Fengnian's feet.

Xu Fengnian gritted his teeth and held Chunlei, throwing it like a short spear. The luthier was already blind, so he couldn't talk about turning a blind eye, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his left hand moved forward, and his right finger circled.

The wind and rain in the alley changed suddenly, and the heavy rain in the sky was like a piece of cloth being pulled down forcefully, and suddenly a vast snowstorm was born to build a road. Xu Fengnian was ambushed from all sides and besieged. Chunlei hangs six inches from her head, trembling, unable to enter. The violinist wiped the seven strings with his left hand, layer by layer, his right hand seemed to be raised slowly, and he flicked it lightly with his fingers.

In the courtyard, the old master, who had been listening to the piano with his head tilted, praised sincerely: "There are really seven folded hands in the world, and they have the courage to stand on the edge of the snow. It is no wonder that there is no one in the West. The sound is like a human being, and the scattered sounds and overtones are in harmony with the heaven and the earth, which are called the three sounds. This luthier is unmistakable."

The taller banana leaves on the bush of bananas by the wall have all been shattered.

The burly blacksmith blocked the door, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.

The old master was surprised, and said with his tusk: "Isn't this a long-lost stretching technique in Western Shu?"

There are murderous opportunities outside the courtyard. Xu Fengnian guessed that this luthier killer was not good at melee combat, and he had to close the distance even if he was injured. Fortunately, he was killed within ten steps. It's just that the bet was so big that he even lifted the pot to see the dice points. There was no chance, and when they were twenty steps away, they were ruthlessly dodged by the murderous intent set off by the luthier's left hand plucking the strings. Looking at the heavy rain with the unique eyesight of stepping into the first-grade Vajra realm, it is like scattered rain curtains erected between the two. Breaking the rain curtain kills people, but after switching to the left hand, the sound of the piano controls the water drops, forming a rain curtain that can be done as you like. This kind of precise control makes Xu Fengnian, who is deeply involved in it, miserable In other words, the overwhelming rain swords are coming, and they can only stretch the whole body's energy, and retreat again and again.

The blood all over his body was washed away by the rain, and then oozes out.

The old master in the courtyard couldn't see the horrific and bloody scene, so he just smiled lightly and said, "It is said that people in the Jianghu like to fight each other without saying a word, but according to what you said, these two started fighting before they even spoke? "

The unsmiling blacksmith said in a deep voice, "These two are cool people."

The old master nodded.

The blacksmith in the rain asked, "Who are you helping?"

The old master shook his head and said: "We should have helped the latecomers, but if it died at the hands of the harpist Xue Songguan, it would be useless to help. Just think of us as snipe and clam competing to reap the benefits of the fisherman, and have been bereaved dogs for more than 20 years. I’m not qualified to talk about kindness and kindness. A sage flattens the world, not by moving mountains to fill the sea, but by paying him back for an inch higher, and paying him back for an inch lower.”

The blacksmith must have waited for so many years until the flowers are ripe and the twigs are ripe. The three people in the first courtyard will have a result no matter whether they live or die. Like the prince, I actually don't like to listen to your reasoning, the main reason is that my teeth are sour, like eating sour cabbage."

The old master Zhao Dingxiu smiled instead of anger, and pointed at the elm lump with his finger, "You two, one is a white wood that cannot be used much, and the other is a stone in a latrine."

After saying this, the old man said softly: "I have already resigned to my fate. In fact, this is quite good."

The blacksmith carefully sensed the turmoil and strangulation outside the courtyard, and said: "This luthier probably skipped the Finger Profound Realm of Vajra Entry, and seems to be approaching the celestial phenomenon soon. But it's a world of difference just a piece of paper, so I can't tell."

The old master said anxiously: "Then why are you beating?"

The blacksmith seemed to be amused by the old master's unprecedented swearing, and said with a smile: "We martial arts practitioners, as long as we don't step out of the realm step by step, we will have many flaws."

In the alley, Xu Fengnian wiped the rain and blood on his face with his cuff.

Almost back to the initial position, and a hundred steps away from the luthier killer again.

Within a hundred steps and beyond twenty steps, the luthier's ability to kill people by pressing the strings with his right hand is already frightening. Unexpectedly, within twenty steps, the left finger Xuan would be even more domineering.

Each of her silver threads is not fatal to the Diamond Realm, but it is like piercing a big skin with a needle, which is another insidious way to cut flesh with a soft knife. The King Kong Realm.

The blind female luthier was not in a hurry to take advantage of the victory to chase after her. She stopped her hands, pressed them on the strings, and said softly, "Come and kill me."

Xu Fengnian was so angry that he almost vomited blood, forced out a smiling face, and asked tentatively, "I don't ask who wants to kill me, I just want to know how much money will buy my life?"

Too bad she doesn't talk anymore.

Xu Fengnian exhaled a sigh of relief.

At this moment, she suddenly snapped the string with her fingers, and the string broke on the spot!

Xu Fengnian's anger was like a cauldron of boiling water, but it was not obvious that he was slowly heated by throwing firewood. It was not until this moment that he completely lost control. A mouthful of blood could not be suppressed, and gushed out of his throat.

This is the real killing move of the blind luthier. Playing the qin hundreds of times to hurt people's skin and aura is just a way to deceive the eyes. Since the sound of the qin has always been regarded as the ultimate joy of stopping evil and righteousness, of course it can also be performed in the hands of a Profound Realm. To prohibit ghosts and gods to break the King Kong, the sound of the piano, whether it is the division between the north and the south, or the difference between slow and slow, is carrying out a silent traction. The rain in late spring is like splashing ink, but the spring breeze moistens everything silently. This broken string plucked at the heartstrings, causing most of Xu Fengnian's whole body to surge violently in an instant, and immediately went straight to Xu Fengnian's heart! If she succeeds, one heart will not be complete.

Refers to Xuan. Finger down.

The mysterious bow is the string. The blind female luthier refers to Xuan, not to inquire about longevity, but to cut off someone else's road to longevity.

Xu Fengnian punched his chest, and forcefully suppressed the flow of Qi. He who had been locking the golden chamber with his feet loosened the last three points of the confinement, grinning and ran away. This woman set a series of traps, waiting for this moment. He has been patiently waiting for the opportunity from the beginning to the end, so why isn't the oriole behind

The spring thunder in its sheath inserted on the wall blew, but it was covered by the sound of rain.

The luthier, who can be called a great female player, frowned delicately.

She seemed a little distressed and regretful, and broke another string.

The torrential rain above the two of them froze for a moment, while the rain below the eaves of the alley was still falling rapidly, so an extremely weird picture appeared.

Heaven and earth are separated.

No rain in the alley!