Ming Qianhe was old and frail, and had no fighting ability at all. Seeing the Xianmo in Qingkuang's hand emitting powerful invisible sound blades one after another, he couldn't help but nod his head frequently, with a look of surprise and appreciation on his face.book
"It seems that although Feng Qingkuang did not receive any help from spiritual power, he has gradually become more and more able to perform this ancient martial art of piano music smoothly and freely!
It was indeed a right choice to pass the Xianmo artifact to you!"
Under the protection of Qing Kuang and other disciples, Ming Qianhe fought and retreated. Seeing the string music flying in the hands of the little girl who was once regarded as a loser without changing his expression, he knew that now Xian Mo was also beginning to feel his true feelings.
In the hands of its master, it gradually exerts its due power.
Gradually, the Beiming army is getting closer and closer to everyone. The disciples of the Hurricane Group have entered a desperate situation with their backs on the cliff. There are still hundreds of Beiming warriors in front of them.[
Beiming Kingdom and Fengyun Kingdom have always been hostile. Now that they have driven this large group of people into despair, they are even more excited. The attacks are becoming more and more fierce. However, under the desperate bloody battle between the crazy and powerful Qinyin and the disciples of the Hurricane Regiment,
, it didn’t completely kill everyone for a while.
"There is no way out, Captain!"
His disciples sighed in despair. Even the old man with white beard and hair, Ming Qianhe, closed his eyes peacefully at this moment, preparing to die.
"Little girl! Stop! The enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered. If you continue to resist, the hurricane group under your hands will be completely wiped out! We have already lost our wings and cannot fly. No matter how powerful you are, there is nothing you can do to save yourself!"
Ming Qianhe let out a long sigh, indicating that there was no need to continue fighting.
However, he couldn't understand that Feng Qingkuang was not someone who bowed his head so easily!
Qing Kuang suddenly stopped playing the strings in his hand and looked up to the sky. High in the valley, several huge white cranes with white feathers and long, narrow and sharp beaks were circling. These were the common birds in Heming Valley.
In front of their eyes, the hundreds of Beiming troops were all huddled together, baring their teeth and claws at the narrow mouth of the valley. In the eyes of these Beiming warriors, they would soon annihilate an army of nearly a hundred people from the Fengyun Kingdom. No matter what
It’s a great achievement no matter what!
The time has come!
Qing Kuang secretly said something in his heart. He quickly turned his hands over and placed the black guqin on his back again.
The disciples and Ming Qianhe looked at it, and they were all puzzled. They thought Qing Kuang was about to give an order to stop the attack and surrender. Suddenly, they found that Qing Kuang had begun to close his eyes and concentrate, muttering something in his mouth.
Ming Qianhe didn't take it seriously at first, but when he suddenly realized that the woman in black cloak in front of him was speaking a mysterious and ancient spell, his face couldn't help but be horrified.
Above our heads, a cloud that covered the sky and sun had formed, pressing heavily into the mid-air of the valley.
When everyone looked up, they couldn't help but scream in shock.
Countless white cranes, like dense snow flakes and feathers, seemed to have heard the order and were gathering quickly.
The long and sharp beak and claws sparkled like arrows and daggers in countless clouds.
When hundreds of warriors from Beiming Kingdom reacted, they realized that danger was quietly approaching above their heads.
The cranes have begun an overwhelming attack, with countless sharp arrows swooping down, aiming straight at the most vulnerable parts of the warriors...