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1687th chapter swordsman character(2/2)

"I can't tell you the advice, I'll teach you some rules..." Qin Hao's face was indifferent and arrogant. His arms suddenly spread, and his five fingers left and right were lit with a faint light.

boom!

The wisp of fire behind him instantly rushed out and turned into a guqin in front of him. The guqin was surging by the fire and burst out with powerful pressure.

clang clang clang!

Too fast!

Before Yue Weiwei could react, the sound of the piano continued to spread, and notes burst out one by one. It changed into a group of fireballs comparable to Haori, shooting out like lightning.

Bang!

Almost as the sound of the piano sounded, the fireball appeared in front of Yue Weiwei.

She was caught off guard and had no time to play the flute, so she had to wave her hands to resist with the white silk.

Rumble!

But the sound of the piano was too fast and too fierce, like a storm hitting a small boat in the river. Yue Weiwei's nine white silks were supported for a moment and could not resist it.

A fireball derived from the notes hit Yue Weiwei directly.

Yue Weiwei, who had originally put the flute beside her mouth, was directly played out before the rhythm appeared.

Puchi!

Yue Weiwei spitted out blood, and the person was bounced out, and the flute almost got out of hand.

Junior sister!

Yan Tianchen looked anxious and couldn't help but stand up.

“The gap is too big!”

"It's not that the gap is big. It's mainly because Yue Weiwei fights seven games in a row, and she probably doesn't have one ten mental power."

"It's too cruel. Why should this Xuannv persist?"

"I can't understand it. She can't even give in and go out to rest without giving up. Qin Hao is really a bit too much. There is no need to take advantage of others to stand up for his own women."

The discussions from all directions suddenly broke out. Qin Hao waited for his leisure and did not even give Yue Weiwei the chance to play the sound of the flute.

On Langya Terrace, the situation was completely one-sided.

But Yue Weiwei gritted her teeth, said nothing, responded calmly, looking for an opportunity to play the sound of the flute.

"Let's just stop here!"

Suddenly, Qin Hao snorted coldly, the sound of the piano rushed to the sky, and endless flames swept out from the strings of the piano.

boom!

The huge heat instantly wrapped Yue Weiwei in it. The white snake derived from the white silk was burned to ashes by the flames before it lasted.

"Done!"

Everyone's faces changed drastically, Qin Hao was a bit too much.

Hua Hongta's lips curled up and sneered, her eyes showed a look of pleasure, and she felt much more comfortable in her heart.

boom!

But at this moment, a powerful murderous intent rushed to the sky outside Langya Terrace.

Rumble!

In an instant, the wind and clouds storm and blood light storm.

"What's going on?"

Everyone was shocked, and were frightened by the murderous aura. They felt their scalp numb and the pressure was as stressed as mountains.

Looking at each other, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, his murderous intent ran away, and his heart was filled with anger.

"Qin Hao, you are looking for death!"

Lin Yun shouted angrily and rushed towards Langya Terrace.

If you go to TM, you can’t even protect your beloved woman, and you are worthy of being called a swordsman?
Chapter completed!
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