The two of them were talking to each other as if they were picking dishes. Such an attitude naturally made everyone frown, and a surge of anger arose.
The head of the Cangsong Sect angrily cursed: "Evil Taoist Li Changsheng! You are about to die, but you are still talking nonsense here, δΊ»"
clang!
The Heavenly Sword that Li Changsheng had placed on the table suddenly appeared, shining with cold light, and a head fell. In an instant, the Heavenly Sword returned to its sheath, and a head was placed on the table, with blood dripping down the corner of the table.
"Monster, no one has called me that for six hundred years."
The leader of the Cangsong Sect stared with his eyes wide open, his skin stretched, his mouth slightly open, still in the same angry expression.
Everyone just felt their scalps tingling. They couldn't even see how Li Changsheng made his move just now. The only thing they heard was the two sounds of the Heavenly Sword being drawn out and put back into the sheath, and then the head fell to the ground.
"Elder He, it seems that you don't need to go on stage, but I have a more important task to entrust to you." Li Changsheng turned over an old bamboo flute and said, "Accompaniment, one song, one head, and the person dies at the end of the song."
After saying that, he threw the bamboo flute to him. He Kun subconsciously took the bamboo flute with a stunned expression. He didn't expect that the other party would kick him out.
Finally, he smiled helplessly and said, "Not only can you not bear the slightest loss, but you also like to take advantage of others."
He picked up the bamboo flute and placed it to his lips. When he exhaled, the clear sound of the flute instantly spread across the entire Tianjian Mountain. The melody was resounding, and the sound of swords shook the sky.
There is no entertainment in the cultivation world, and the monks are proficient in many musical instruments. Gradually, the music skills are general, and each school has its own differences. This song is called the Sword Song.
Li Changsheng held the last bowl of wine in one hand and the Heavenly Sword in the other and stepped forward. With every step, the universe appeared; with every step, the sword rang. The wind rose and the Supreme Infinity came.
He stepped over the threshold of the hall, raised his glass to the sky, and said at the top of his voice: "I toast to the chivalrous warriors of the Sword Sect, I toast to the righteous people of the world, and I toast to your heads!"
He drank it all in one gulp, and the wine bowl fell to the ground with a clang, breaking into eight pieces. Before the pieces fell to the ground again, Li Changsheng had disappeared.
The cold sword light cuts off the nine provinces, and half of the red clouds are as deep as blood.
Li Changsheng stood in the air holding a sword, his red robe fluttering. The blood mist of ten thousand heads falling behind him looked like a general's robe.
"The murderer is Li Changsheng."
The heaven and earth shook, and the flickering light made the night as bright as day and the day dim and pale.
The shouts and cries of killing lasted for 23 days and nights. A thousand miles of land became a dead zone, and the vibrations could still be heard thousands of miles away.
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