The zither strings vibrated, full of life and killing intent.
The blind female zither player, who was ranked second alongside Miss Hehe on the list of assassins, did not give Hsu Fengnian any chance to heal. Her right hand was large and thin, and Hsu Fengnian used the spring thunder inserted into the alley's limestone to cut off a strand. Looking up, he saw two silver lines cutting through countless drops of rain, sweeping before his eyes. This was similar to when Li Chungang bent his fingers to flick the water droplets on the muddy official road, stringing them together into a line of sword. Hsu Fengnian did not dare to lower his guard. He stretched out his arm and buckled his fingers, tapping dozens of times in succession. His body floated backwards, as if he wanted to test the strength of this zither player's mysterious silver lines. The silver lines continuously pierced through the water droplets, like fine needles piercing through thin snow, without any stagnation. This made Hsu Fengnian feel somewhat helpless in his heart. Merely in terms of strength, half of the 'Da Huang Ting' gifted by Wang Zhonglou might not necessarily have no chance of winning, but in terms of using it for his own use, in terms of the abstruse degree of spinning silk from a cocoon, it was still too far away. He could only withdraw his fingers, clench his fists, and smash the tip of the silver line. Still, he did not dare to be careless. Using the Wudang Mountain's' Four Taels Against a Thousand Catties' technique, he skillfully parted the two white lines, disappearing into the curtain of rain behind him.
Hsu Fengnian bent his body and ran forward again, treading on the rainwater. He did not need to touch the alley's limestone, only sliding across the surface of the water. The right side of his waist raised the palm of his hand, and the spring thunder detached from a limestone and floated in the air in front of him. The sword qi rolled along the dragon wall, forcibly crushing the zither strings twenty paces away. Just now he had retreated ten paces, but now he was only forty paces away from the female zither player.
Removing the chanting that repelled the spring thunder, the zither player pressed the strings, restoring the original clear and gentle tone. Hsu Fengnian had followed his second sister, Xu Weixiong, since he was a child, studying ancient musical scores and musical instruments. His comprehension was average, but he was not a layman in the field of music, so he finally grasped some meaning. This zither player played the zither with both hands, the left and right hand split the zither wind into two, the right hand plucking the strings. It was the Southern Tang's Fishing Mountain School, emphasizing high mountains and flowing water, continuous and gentle, with the style of a scholar. His left hand had the typical style of the Eastern Yue Guangling Sect. His voice was impatient and restless, like surging waves and rolling thunder, like a hero holding a sword and singing loudly. As a result, even though the sound quality was mixed, it had the advantage of being abrupt, catching people off guard. It was like a small boat capsized in the blink of an eye. Killing people with music was an unorthodox method of martial arts. This woman's Mysterious Finger Killing Vajra not only had sharp silver lines, but also damaged her Aperture acupoints and bones, making it extremely difficult for her to heal. There was something even more tricky about it. If Hsu Fengnian had not been used to multitasking, he would have long been restrained. Not to mention moving forward, he would have retreated in the face of difficulties and obediently escaped from the alley.
Hsu Fengnian used the Kai Shu style to hack apart the endless silver threads. Step by step, another ten steps. The endless silver threads wrapped in a semicircle was compressed by Hsu Fengnian's Qi toward the female zither player.
The blind girl was expressionless. It was unknown whether she was taking a breath or distracted. Her right hand paused slightly, and her left hand remained in the air without pressing the strings. The sound of the zither suddenly stopped, and a crack appeared in her watertight defense. The spring thunder stirred up the semicircle. Hsu Fengnian ignored everything and pressed forward. Even if it was a trap, he would break it all together.
He waited patiently until they were thirty steps apart. Finally, both of her hands fell at the same time. However, it could only be said that she did not have any order. Her hands slapped the strings in a mess like a child playing around. She simply slapped the strings again and again. Eighteen consecutive slaps. What a great Big and Small Reed Eighteen Slaps. The puddles around Hsu Fengnian exploded one after another. Fortunately, he had the Swimming Fish Style of the knife manual to rely on. He nimbly swam between life and death. The splashes from the eighteen puddles were like eighteen rolling knives. Other than the ten puddles that he completely dodged, the Five Water Knife was blocked by the mirage. However, there were still three water knives that rolled into the big yellow courtyard. The raindrops pierced Hsu Fengnian's feet and caused blood to blossom.
Hsu Fengnian clenched his teeth and held the spring thunder. He threw it out like a short spear. The zither player was blind to begin with, so it could not be said that she did not see anything. She only slightly curled the corners of her mouth. Her left hand moved forward and her right finger made a circle.
The wind and rain in the small alley suddenly changed. The heavy rain in the sky was like a piece of cloth that had been forcefully pulled down by someone. Suddenly, a boundless snowstorm built a road. Hsu Fengnian was suddenly ambushed from all sides and surrounded. The spring thunder hovered six inches away from her head. It trembled and could not advance any further. The zither player's left hand brushed across seven strings in one breath. His aura stacked layer by layer. His right hand seemed to slowly lift up. He gently bent his fingers and flicked the spring thunder's scabbard. It was inserted into the wall at an angle.
In the courtyard, This Old Man, who had been listening to the zither with his head tilted to one side, praised sincerely, "There really is a Seven Fold Hand in this world. It has the boldness of a horse not moving forward when surrounded by snow. No wonder there are no old friends at the Western Pass. The zither has three notes. The pressing notes are like the person. The scattered notes are like the overtone of the person. It is called the Three Sounds. This zither player is unmistakably a great master of the country. "
The banana leaves that were slightly taller by the wall had been completely shattered.
The burly blacksmith blocked the door. He closed his eyes and condensed his Qi. His brows were tightly knitted.
This Old Man was astonished. He clicked his tongue and said, "Isn't this our Western Shu's long-lost technique of fiber pulling?"
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