A flute

"Ah!"

Another scream came out, and another man in white died with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

One, two, three...

The helpless talented men and women who were hugging each other had no idea what was happening at the scene in front of them. Except for the strange voice of the old man, what else was there?

The laughter continued, and Master Feng had already knelt on the ground with his ears covered, struggling and suffering. Among all the men in white, he was the only one who could still hold on, but he was already on the verge of collapse.

"Master, spare me! Master, spare me..."

The hoarse voice almost used up all his strength. Master Feng thought he was finished, completely finished.

But just when he was about to give up resistance, the sound of a flute came from nowhere.

The voice was low and gentle, light, like milk sliding over the taste buds, giving people a wonderful and smooth feeling.

Master Feng's expression changed, and the previous intolerance disappeared in an instant. He turned around and looked back immediately with joy.

The chuckling old man couldn't help but change his face when he heard the sound of the flute. He stopped laughing and looked coldly at the mountain road.

At this moment, the old man was no longer relaxed as before. His expression was heavy and his face was uncertain.

The sound of the flute continued, but only the sound was heard, but it was unknown where it came from, as if it fell from the sky.

Not long after, a person appeared on the mountain road. He was wearing a white long gown, a jade belt and a long silk ribbon. He held the jade flute in his hand and held it to his mouth. His slender jade fingers stroked the sound holes, rising and falling like a dragonfly touching the water. Every touch was a melodious note, and it was like ripples in the water that made the people who heard the sound ripple in their hearts.

Her skin was as white as frost and smooth, and her indifferent movements gave people a sense of endless vicissitudes. It was impossible to tell her age. Only judging from her facial features, she should be a woman in her early thirties.

But that icy skin, how could a woman in her thirties have it? It was more watery than that of a newborn baby.

It's beautiful, but some women are not what you want to see!

A jade flute can dissolve the old man's laughter and make the other party ready for battle. Can such a woman be an ordinary character?

The woman's figure is strange. She was ten meters away in the previous second, and she was in front of him in the next second. Her body movement was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

In an instant, the woman was in front of the old man, put away the long flute, and flicked her middle finger.

A dazzling white light came out from the fingertips and flew quickly towards the old man's heart.

The old man didn't dare to relax for a moment. He took a step back and a step sideways. While avoiding the woman's Qi sword, his body flew out and chopped horizontally with a palm. The strong Qi burst out of his body like a rolling wave. Its power was so strong that everyone on the top of the mountain could clearly feel it.

There are not many times when masters can exert their full strength. Perhaps the masters themselves don't know where their limits are.

When the old man made this move, the clouds in the sky rolled up, the sky and the earth changed, and a strong wind suddenly rose...

Xia Shang was stunned.

As expected of someone who protects the emperor, the first move alone reached the power of 6 Xun's life-threatening attack that day.

But obviously this is not the old man's limit.

Bang!

There was a loud noise when they first fought, and it felt like the whole mountain was shaking.

However, there was only a flute between the two.

The whole audience was in an uproar. What kind of battle was this?

The old man gnashed his teeth, and was not prepared for the amazing strength of the woman: "It seems that I have lived in the deep palace for a long time and have forgotten the world of martial arts! I wonder when such a young peerless master appeared in the world of martial arts! Little kid, tell me your name."

"White Clothes Sect, Water Moon Saint Envoy."

"It turns out to be the witch of the White Clothes Sect! I want to meet the peerless master of your younger generation!"

After that, another set of changes, punches and kicks were thrown in an instant.

The woman was a jade flute blocking, and they had fought for no less than ten rounds in a light breeze.

The masters were in tune with each other, and they had a consistent judgment of each other after a fight.

Equally matched!

"I will hold this man back, the target is here, no one can be let go!"

"Old man, go first, leave this to me!"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Seeing this, Master Feng knew what to do. He shouted to the white-clad believers who followed, bypassed the old man and rushed into the crowd: "Stand still! Anyone over fifty will be killed!"

The old man was dragged by the woman, and no one on the mountain was willing to fight.

Faced with more and more people in white, the crowd became chaotic again, and screams were heard everywhere.

Xia Shang saw that the situation was not right and was a little anxious: "Your Majesty, how about I take you into the forest to hide?"

"Hahaha! A group of ants, what is there to be afraid of?"

Xia Shang was complaining in his heart.

What time is it? Still pretending to be calm here?

It's not that Xia Shang really has a loyal heart, but the emperor can't have any problems.

If the emperor has problems, the world will be in chaos, and the people who suffer are not the people like himself?

So, whether for the sake of the people of the world or for himself, the emperor can't have any problems!

It is not difficult to see from the previous communication that this emperor seems kind and benevolent, but he is an extremely unruly person in his bones.

It is definitely impossible to let him hide in the mountains and forests. If he confronts the white-clothed people head-on, it is tantamount to seeking death.

Although there is a very powerful little kid behind him, if these white-clothed people really come for the emperor, there must be more than one master.

After thinking about it, Xia Shang became more and more anxious: "Your Majesty, you should temporarily avoid the limelight."

The emperor looked at Xia Shang, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking at Xia Shang as if he was watching a joke.

Xia Shang cursed in his heart: "It's really the emperor who is not anxious, but the eunuch is! I am almost dying of anxiety even if I am not a eunuch!"

Seeing that it was impossible to persuade the emperor, Xia Shang had an idea and shouted: "Your Majesty! I will carry you away."

How sudden is the word "emperor"?

Instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"The Emperor?"

"Where did the Emperor come from?"

The prefect knew he was doomed, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Only the prefect knew the identity of the Emperor.

There was a pale old man beside him, the one who had talked to Ouyang Teng in the pavilion before. He was curious when he heard someone calling "the Emperor". He looked around and muttered to himself: "Where is the Emperor?"

He looked, but the Emperor was not there.

Instead, he saw Xia Shang rushing over, raising his hand and punching the old man in the head in the chaos, knocking him unconscious instantly.

"The Emperor, be careful!"

Xia Shang shouted again, hugged the old man just as he was about to fall to the ground, and then rushed out of the crowd on his back!

Everyone saw a young man carrying an old man and running away. The old man seemed to be about the same age as the current emperor.

Master Feng shouted: "Stop this man! The old man he is carrying is the dog emperor!"

Now, the scene was in chaos!

All the people in white rushed to chase Xia Shang, and more people in white chased from the bottom of the mountain.

There was only one way down the mountain, otherwise you had to go deep into the mountains.

Xia Shang didn't know what he would encounter in the deep mountains, and he didn't want to take risks, so he shouted: "Fusheng! Why don't you come and clear the way?!"

With a shout, a kid fell from the sky, with an ancient ink sword, slashing horizontally and rolling backwards, and a tornado instantly formed on the hillside...