Shenzhou Town Demon Records

Chapter 785
Hearing Xiao Lei's boastful words, Fang Ruxin couldn't help but give him a supercilious look.

At this time, Wu Cuishan had already prepared the lottery, and raised her voice to call out: "The five distinguished guests participating in the competition, please come to the first floor to draw lots. Please wait for the rest of the distinguished guests. The competition will officially start in a moment."

"Ayi" and the others got up and went downstairs as they said, and took out the order of the scene from the lottery tube one after another. The first to appear was Qing Ning, followed by Fang Ruxin, the third was Wei Tingshang, the fourth was Chen Yaqi, and the last was It is "Ayi".

Xiao Lei rolled his eyes, and said to Mu Yun, "Your junior sister is the finale, the preparation time is the longest, and the hope of winning the championship is also the greatest."

Mu Yun took a sip of scallop seafood porridge, tasted it, and said lightly: "There is no suspense in this competition. Since my junior sister is on the stage, 'Xianwu's Resentment' is destined to be hers."

Xiao Lei nodded, and said leisurely and fascinated: "Your junior sister is so beautiful, if I were a man, I would definitely be your brother-in-law."

Mu Yun rolled his eyes, looked at Xiao Lei and said, "You'd better save yourself, not only do you love one, but you also prefer girls. It's serious to find me a brother-in-law."

Xiao Lei gave Mu Yun a supercilious look, and muttered, "I'm only so old, what kind of brother-in-law are you looking for, you're so boring."

Mu Yun shook his head and said, "Now that I know I'm young, then I'll accept your love."

Xiao Lei snorted dryly, and changed the subject: "Old Fatty Liang did a really good job at the 'General Qiongyu Banquet', but it's also thanks to my master for giving him a hand, otherwise he would have shown his eyes."

Mu Yun continued to eat, and said vaguely: "Yes, we have passed the addiction of the founding general, hiccup...you must not waste such a good dish, tell me if you don't like it, I will It's all wrapped up."

Xiao Lei couldn't laugh, he shook his head again and again and said: "If you dare to eat Hesai like this, you can just get fat and forget about it. It just happens to be the son-in-law of Liang Laopang."

Mu Yun laughed, and said disapprovingly: "I'm called thick and thin, it's like you don't grow long no matter how much you eat, and you will be struck by lightning if you waste everything."

The two brothers and sisters were quarreling one after another, and before they knew it, a moment passed, the light in the field dimmed quietly, and the musicians began to pick silk chords, playing some ethereal overtones.

Knowing that Qing Ning, who was the first to perform the dance, was about to appear on stage, Mu Yun and Xiao Lei stopped grinding their teeth and looked down at the same time.

On the opposite side, Miss Yafei and the Holy Maiden of Fanhua were also paying attention, waiting for the top female champion to appear on the stage. On the other hand, Mu Xueying was in a leisurely manner, with a hint of laziness in her slightly squinted eyes.

The light slowly converges towards the center of the hall, and the two colors of black and white are intertwined, as if the yin and yang Pisces are rotating and merging, and finally form the appearance of a Tai Chi diagram.

The ethereal sound of the qin accompanied by the quiet sound of the flute, as if the sound of ancient times traveled through time and space, reverberating in the minds of everyone, bringing the power to shake the soul.

Mu Yun is a careless mind, and he was almost intimidated by the wonderful rhythm. Fortunately, he has experienced Yan Junlin and Mei Xiaoyun's zither music battle. He is vigilant in his spiritual consciousness, and protected by the God of Light, he calms down instantly and turns his head away. Looking at Xiao Lei beside her, I saw that her eyes were blurred, she was already lost in thought.

Mu Yun frowned secretly, stretched out his hand to hold Xiaolei's catkin, and slowly injected the power of the Light God Art.

Xiao Lei hummed, glanced at Mu Yun and said, "What are you doing, Mutou, don't disturb me watching the female champion dance."

Mu Yun lowered his voice and said, "I'm still watching the dance, didn't you notice anything wrong?"

Xiaolei's eyes froze, and he lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep thought: "I heard you say that, I was a little confused just now, tsk... the light here is too dark, it will inevitably make people sleepy."

Mu Yun shook his head and said, "It's not a problem with the light, but a problem with the rhythm. I think it's probably the 'Mi Xiao' Ru Meng Ling."

Xiao Lei was taken aback, and blurted out, "What? You mean 'Soul and Dream'? The one that ranks eighth among the top ten treasures this time?"

Mu Yun nodded slightly and said: "I'm just guessing, if you don't believe me, listen carefully to the sound of the flute."

Xiao Lei listened intently, frowned and said: "The sound of the flute is really extraordinary. Although it is hidden in the sound of the piano, it is more penetrating than the sound of the piano, as if it penetrated directly into people's hearts. But it's not right, Fang Why did Big Carrot come here, does he want to help the female champion win this competition?"

Mu Yun was also puzzled, touched his chin and said, "Let's wait and see what happens, after all, who will win in the end, Mr. Fang can decide with one word, there is no need to do it secretly."

Xiaolei was right when he thought about it, and immediately pouted his lips and said: "In short, competition should be fair. If it is favoritism, what's the point?"

During the speech, the tune gradually becomes dull, and in the dullness, it becomes magnificent again, as if unfolding a picture scroll, there is a thousand hectares of blue sea churning, the wind is surging in the distant sky, and the lightning is flashing and thundering under the clouds.

As thunder and lightning pierced the sky, a clear figure appeared in the field, it was Wu Tianjiao Qingning.

Qing Ning is dressed in a sky-blue Taoist attire, wearing a seven-treasure lotus crown on his head, stepping on the sea-cloud head shoes, holding a Tai Chi fan in his left hand, and holding a seven-star sword in his right hand. Heaven, in a trance, the whole person is like a peerless sword, piercing between the blue sea and the sky.

Everyone was fascinated by it for a moment, and even Mu Yun couldn't help being shocked. It didn't come from the influence of Mixiao, but a pure appreciation from the bottom of his heart.

Under the attention of the audience, Qing Ning's long sword was seen rotating, and a circle of bright sword light was shining, and the Tai Chi sword was perfect and harmonious, almost impeccable.

Qing Ning stepped on the Tai Chi gossip, and with each step, a sword was drawn, and the layers of Tai Chi sword circles were laid out continuously.Her steps are extremely firm, each sword can be retracted and released freely, and she can see the brilliance and power in every gesture.

The black and white light follows Qingning's dance steps closely, and outlines Tai Chi Pisces at the point where the sword's edge passes. Different angles, different sizes, and different depths. Although they are interlaced, there is no confusion at all.

The former has not yet disappeared, but the latter has already taken shape, and the fleeting moments between birth and death are simply dazzling.

One after another Tai Chi sword circles, like one after another of the Fa-rectification seal, constantly suppressed the raging sea waves under Qingning's feet.Her dancing steps became faster and faster, and the circle of Tai Chi swords around her became denser and denser, intertwined into a black and white light net.

When the black and white light and shadow were superimposed to the extreme, Qing Ning suddenly saw Qing Ning holding up the magic fan, which merged with the long sword in his hand, and then jumped up, with unparalleled power beyond the sky, despite the thunder and lightning, Absolutely no intention of backing down.

Holding the sword and chasing the sky, may Haibo be peaceful!
Qing Ning's sword moved forward indomitably, and the Tai Chi sword circle around her body was also induced, and they all converged towards her sword's edge, and a hurricane swirled into the sky in an instant.

Immediately there was a loud explosion, black and white light and shadow scattered all over the sky and exploded, and the sword wind stirred up the bright galaxy, as if splitting a crack in the sky.

Daowei is infinite, the sky bows its head, the lightning and thunder stop abruptly, and all the hustle and bustle returns to silence.

Qing Ning fell back to the ground from the sky, with her long sword turned behind her back, and her left hand still holding her magic fan, she bowed slightly to salute the crowd, then twisted her delicate body and disappeared into the shadow of the afterglow.

(End of this chapter)