mad sound of the world

Chapter 9
"Oh, is that so?" Xiuyue raised her eyebrows, Jun Lifeng's eyes flashed indifferently just now, but she really saw it.

Jun Lifeng, since you are so spiritless, I will kindly beat you up!

With a turn of her eyebrows, a figure like a moon repairing a fiery cloud flitted in the air, and the dancing hem of her clothes seemed to be a bloody flower that suddenly bloomed, extremely beautiful and enchanting, but also extremely glamorous. "Little slave, borrow a knife to make use of it!"

As soon as the words fell, the few people only heard a "Wow!", and at the same time, the sword flashed in front of their eyes, and the golden moon scimitar that was originally on Xiaonu's waist had actually arrived in Xiuyue's hands.

A few people didn't even see how she did it!

After calming down, Jun Lifeng's face became a little dignified, his brows were furrowed...

Xiuyue twirled her right fingertips, the light of the knife swayed around, her long phoenix eyes cast a sidelong glance at Jun Lifeng, she was clearly all red and bright, but that gaze made people feel like hell, the corners of her lips were clearly He was laughing, but Jun Lifeng felt chills all over his body.

"Jun Lifeng, now is the real beginning!"

The cold scimitar swiped in the opposite direction, with the blade tightly attached to the elbow and bound behind her with one hand. At the same time, the aura around Xiuyue changed instantly, and the murderous intent rioted all over her instantly. The moon scimitar was slightly tilted, the sunlight refracted on the blade surface, the cold light, and the cold eyes suddenly lifted, at that moment, Jun Lifeng felt like a delicacy being stared at by a blood-devouring beast. , Death to the belly of the beast!

"You..." Jun Lifeng only uttered this single sound, and the next moment he felt a murderous aura approaching him.

Startled, Jun Lifeng's face changed drastically, his head tilted suddenly, and his figure shifted instantly. Before he could react, the next murderous aura came down on his face again, but this time, he unexpectedly found that no matter which side he was from, Dodging is futile, eight swords and eight extreme killing styles, each of which is approaching the door of life, the style is life-threatening, and the way is ruthless!
At this moment, Jun Lifeng didn't dare to be careless anymore, his whole body broke out in a cold sweat, the movement in his hand followed the thoughts in his mind, and the next moment, the dragon pattern fire flute was already in his hand, he turned sideways, his wide sleeves fluttered , driving a gust of blood, and at the same time, the dragon pattern fire flute in his hand has blocked the eight attacks from eight directions!

Gan, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui!

Eight-style lore, leaving no life left!
"Bang bang bang!" The heavy eight sounds and the dragon pattern fire flute burst into flames, Jun Lifeng took two steps back in vain, and then stopped himself firmly on the spot, and touched his bleeding neck with his left hand , then looked up in shock at the indifferent woman not far away.

But then, he heard a "bang" sound from all around him, and Jun Lifeng's heart suffocated suddenly. Even though he had been mentally prepared from the fight just now, when he turned around slowly and saw the slumped walls around him, Complicated emotions flashed in the bottom of the eyes, the ruined wall buried those blood-red vines, and the blood-red branches protruded from the ruined wall, and the petals were crushed in clusters, like bright red blood scattered on the bricks and tiles , Shocking!

Everyone was shocked by this visual conflict!
"You..." Jun Lifeng suddenly turned his head and stared at Xiuyue: "You...how can you know the Eight Styles of the Profound Sword?"

The Eight Styles of Mysterious Saber...

Is that something only a strong beginner in martial arts can do?

She alone...how could it be?
"Oh, how could I?" Touching the blood stains on the tip of the knife, Xiuyue loosely changed the surface of the knife to her right cheek, the halo of blood that was not wiped off reflected her beautiful face with a three-point evil, The elegant and slow movements made her look like a leopard ready to go, which made Jun Lifeng even more startled: "I said it...wouldn't it be?"

Looking at the smile on the corner of Xiuyue's lips, Jun Lifeng tightened his hand on the dragon-patterned fire flute, "You are actually a master of elementary martial arts?"

Ah!It's ironic that a martial arts genius is turned into such a waste...

"Finally willing to use weapons?" Xiuyue didn't answer, but lazily looked at Jun Lifeng's dragon-patterned fire flute hanging by his side.

The flute is nine inches long, and its whole body is blood red, like a hot flame, exuding a noble aura.Surrounded by dragon patterns all over the body, it is exquisite and delicate, with high-quality texture. It is small and exquisite and divided into two layers. The outer layer hides hidden weapons, and it kills people invisible with the sound blade.

The dragon-patterned fire flute is Jun Lifeng's unique sound device. It was specially made by someone. The body of the flute is invulnerable to swords and guns. When it is not used as a sound device, it is completely a good weapon.

"Jun Xiuyue, it really is this king who has underestimated you..." After straightening his mind, Jun Lifeng calmed himself down. Even if he could not use sound attack for the time being, a strong elementary martial arts master is still not his intermediate martial arts The previous opponent?His right hand was slightly raised, and the dragon-patterned fire flute was placed in front of him. Jun Lifeng swept away the carelessness he had not long ago, but now his eyes were cold, and he stared closely at the woman opposite.

Xiuyue raised her eyelids slightly, and secretly curled her lips: "Jun Lifeng, look after me!"

I will let you remember what happened today!

The icy and cold voice is like a skate coming out of water. With the sharp and sharp moves, the eight moves are endlessly changing. Every move makes Jun Lifeng dazzled, but he is at the beginning of intermediate martial arts, how can he lose his momentum? ?

Tightening her thin lips, the Jun Lifeng dragon pattern fire flute struck towards Xiuyue. While the flute was exerting its inner strength, the body of the flute exploded from the middle like a ball of flame, and the sixteen small sharp knives glowed coldly in the sunlight. The sharp knife is automatically divided into two groups, which are comparable to the two styles of Xun and Kan. Although the eight styles of Xuandao are unpredictable and extremely overbearing, it confuses the opponent and kills invisible at the same time, but it has a dead point. The two styles of Xun and Kan The first position is the weakest, as long as these two moves are broken, then the eight moves of the Xuan Dao will be useless no matter how perfect Jun Xiuyue plays them, no matter how awe-inspiring the killing intent is.

The corners of Jun Lifeng's lips twitched: "Jun Xiuyue, although your Eight Styles of Xuan Dao are still superb, you still..."

Before the words fell, Jun Lifeng's eyes widened in disbelief, and he watched the sixteen saber lights pass by Xun and Kan in two directions. Burst out, abruptly smashing those sixteen sharp knives made of black iron... into pieces!
How... how is it possible?

(End of this chapter)