Three hundred and twenty seventh chapters ambushes
Under Huang Tianjiao's guidance, Ye Fan walked through the fifth yard and arrived at the Fengbo Pavilion in the back mountain.
The pavilion is built near the cliff, almost half hanging in the air, with surging rivers under your feet, with strong winds and rapid water, giving people a sense of high sky and wide clouds.
At this moment, in the pavilion of more than ten square meters, there was a white middle-aged man sitting, as always, wearing white clothes and black hats, giving people a feminine feeling.
He sat on a stone bench with a guzheng in front of him.
On both sides of the pavilion, there were also a few men and women in gorgeous clothes standing, one by one, respectful, either guards or confidants.
At the same time, Ye Fan discovered that there were many strong auras in the darkness of the back garden, and obviously many dark guards.
Seeing the innocent man, Huang Tianjiao stepped forward:
"Huang Tianjiao has met the president."
She tried her best to calm her tone, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably. In addition to holding a head in her hand, there was also the Nine Thousand Years of Pressure.
Jiu Qiansui didn't make any sound, but just stretched out his white fingers and gently stroked the guzheng in front of him.
"Zheng——"
A sharp string sound hit Ye Fan's ears, and Jiu Qiansui's whole person instantly became sharp.
The entire Fengboting seemed to be filled with cold murderous intent because of his zither sound, which made Huang Tianjiao and some of his close confidants tremble violently.
"When you live, the earth burns, and the sky and the earth are dizzy."
Broken firewood bridge, burn fire, sighing the remnants."
"There is no end to the yellow sand and no end to the remaining soldiers and defeated generals."
As the ambush tones continued to sound, the air flow continued to flow into Fengbo Pavilion, making the air in the pavilion two-point cold.
Nine thousand years old, white clothes fluttering, long hair scattered in the wind without binding, and a pale face appeared and appeared as the hair floated.
But his eyes were like stars in the night sky, with endless killing and indifference.
"The shrill frost wind comes into the night, the stars are thousands of points and the moon is flying in the sky, the pipa is sharp and the golden song is singing, and the sound of nature is full of drums."
"The ambushing Xiang Yu from all sides, and the overlord soldiers who fought for hundreds of battles were defeated. The fisherman sighed that he would be a hero who died.
Jiu Qiansui's movements are getting faster and faster, and they are getting more and more stimulating.
Every finger seemed to be playing the drums of the breathing of heaven and earth.
Huang Tianjiao and his men's faces became paler and sweaty on their foreheads. In the end, they couldn't stop closing their eyes and looked indescribable.
Ye Fan also seemed to be in a bloody battlefield, with all his comrades, lovers and war horses dying, and he was at the end of his journey.
It is better to lead a knife to commit suicide than to survive in vain
Ye Fan's mind kept rising, his emotions were constantly influenced by the Guzheng, and an indescribable sadness filled his heart.
Never surrender, never kneel down!
Being a hero in life, and being a hero in death!
Kill yourself, kill yourself, a voice in your heart is crying.
"bite--"
Ye Fan flashed out the Fish Intestine Sword without control.
That sharpness made his bloodthirsty heart demon even more intense.
But the coldness of the sword body also shocked Ye Fan's mind, and his gradually addicted emotions were suddenly awakened.
He suddenly felt that he had fallen into extreme danger without realizing it.
"bite--"
"Ding Ding Ding"
At this moment, Jiu Qiansei's fingers changed, and his fingertips moved faster, and the strings jumped sharply.
The sound of gold, drums, swords and crossbows, shouts, and the sound of people and horses shooting out from their fingertips with a rainbow of momentum.
Listed to camp!
Blow and beat!
Click to turn!
Arrangement!
A big battle!
The last beat, Nine Thousand Years picked the string with one finger and stroked the finger.
A fallen leaf shattered instantly, and then it was wrapped in airflow and shot towards Ye Fan.
It was fast and fierce, like a flying sword shot out.
Huang Tianjiao and the others felt a sense of despair that they could not breathe, and they couldn't help but feel shocked.
Ye Fan had already returned to Qingming Festival. Seeing this, he shouted softly, took a step forward, and slashed the fish intestines forward.
"Bang--"
Ye Fan slashed directly into the middle of the broken leaves.
With a dull sound, most of the broken leaves drifted away.
However, Ye Fan was also shook a few steps back, his clothes were flying, and his face turned pale.
The remaining broken leaves remained unabated and turned into a thin needle and shot towards Ye Fan.
"Bang--"
Ye Fan slashed another sword without hesitation.
Another muffled sound, and the airflow wrapped in broken leaves completely shattered, turning into a pile of powder and falling to the ground.
Ye Fan stopped.
His qi and blood were rolling, and he almost vomited blood, but he still held it back.