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Chapter 1687: The Swordsman(2/2)

Yue Weiwei turned a deaf ear and stared at Qin Hao.

"It's not about giving advice. I'll teach you some rules..." Qin Hao's face was indifferent and his expression was arrogant. He stretched out his arms fiercely, and his left and right fingers glowed faintly.

boom!

The wisp of flowing fire behind him instantly shot out and turned into a guqin in front of him. The guqin was surged by the fire and bloomed with powerful pressure.

Clang Clang Clang!

Too fast!

Before Yue Weiwei could react, the sound of the piano came out continuously, and the notes burst out one by one. They transformed into balls of fire that were comparable to the bright sun, and shot out like lightning.

Bang!

Almost as soon as 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 and use her white silk to resist.

Rumble!

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

A fireball derived from musical notes directly hit Yue Weiwei.

Yue Weiwei originally put the flute to her mouth, but the music was played out before the music appeared.

Phew!

Yue Weiwei spat out blood, was thrown away, and Dongxiao almost lost her 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 huge, the main reason is that Yue Weiwei fought seven games in a row, and her mental strength is probably at a loss."

"That's too cruel. Why does Your Highness Xuannv insist on doing this?"

"I don't understand. She didn't even have to admit defeat and just leave the field to rest. This Qin Hao is really going too far. There is no need to take advantage of others when he stands up for his own woman."

Discussions broke out from all sides. Qin Hao was waiting for work and did not even give Yue Weiwei a chance to play the flute.

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

But Yue Weiwei gritted her teeth, said nothing, and responded calmly, looking for opportunities to play the flute.

"That's it!"

Suddenly, Qin Hao snorted coldly, the sound of the piano rushed into the sky, and boundless flames swept out of the strings.

boom!

The majestic heat instantly enveloped Yue Weiwei, and the white snake evolved from Bai Ling was burned to ashes by the fire within a short time.

"Done!"

Everyone's expressions changed dramatically. Qin Hao was going too far.

The corner of Hua Hongyao's mouth in the audience curled up into a sneer, her eyes showed pleasure, and she finally felt a lot more comfortable.

boom!

But at this moment, there was a majestic killing intent rushing into the sky outside Langya Terrace.

Rumble!

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and the blood surged.

"What's going on?"

Everyone was shocked, frightened by this murderous aura, and felt their scalps numb and a mountain of pressure.

Looking around, he saw Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opening his eyes, murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and anger burning in his heart.

"Qin Hao, you are looking for death!"

Lin Yun shouted angrily and rushed towards Langyatai.

Damn Duan Sheli, he can't even protect the woman he loves, how can he still be called a swordsman?
Chapter completed!
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