Chapter 192 The strong are respected 11
One is agile and sharp, the other is soaring into the sky angrily, and the two tones fluctuate up and down, chasing each other lightly.

Demon Flame slowly danced the long sword full of sunlight in his hand. The sword was like a white snake spitting out letters, hissing and piercing the wind, and it was also like a swimming dragon shuttle, walking around, sometimes light as a swallow, and sometimes like lightning , The fallen leaves collapsed.

It's really a silver light from the middle of the courtyard, thousands of miles have swallowed the blood of the country.

In the past, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun, who danced her sword and moved all directions.The viewers are as depressed as the mountains, and the sky and the earth are low for a long time.He is like a Yi who shoots the nine sunsets, and he is like a dragon flying like a group of emperors.

Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like the river and sea condense the sunshine...

Today there is the sword dance of General Demon Flame, the sword energy is reckless, the energy swallows mountains and rivers, and the energy pierces the Changhong posture.

Everyone just felt dumbfounded. Hearing the melodious sound of the flute and watching the stunning sword dance, it was as if they were in a fairyland.

  Chunyu Kuang said to Yixia beside him, "Go get the piano."

After a short while, Yixia trotted over, holding a Guqin in his hand, and placed it on the desk that Chunyukuang had already arranged in front of him.

He flicked his sleeves and sat on the floor, looking at Yu Qianxi who was at the top of the stone pillar with evil eyes, the corner of his mouth hooked, and the sound of the piano suddenly rose.

For a time, the entire venue was filled with the sound of the piano and the flute, as well as the rainbow of the magic flame general dancing the sword, making people forget where they were, only the enchanting dancing posture and the melodious sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute is quiet, and the sound of the qin is played again, but it is a song "Pingsha Luoyan", the tune is light and clear, and the charm is unrestrained, just like autumn geese across the river, the waves are bright and beautiful, the Changsha by the river is like a belt, and the flying geese rise and fall from time to time , up and down, and up and down, playing to the sublime point, it is really like dozens of wild geese singing at the same time.

Everyone listened comfortably, immersed in it, completely forgetting themselves, until the flock of geese flew away, the lonely geese mourned, and the song "Pingsha Luoge" fell silent.

Only then did he raise his flute horizontally and played a song "Heming Jiugao". The sound of the flute was like a lone crane in the sky thousands of miles away.

While playing the flute, the sound of the qin stopped again. As soon as Yu Qianxi finished playing, the sound of the qin immediately picked up and played a song "Long Xiang Cao", which was like a flying dragon soaring into the sky, full of elegance and change.

Under that golden radiance, General Mo Yan's long sword was like frost and snow, and his whole body was silver.

Although the posture of a long sword like a light and aura penetrating the Changhong, it did not damage his charming and gentle temperament in the slightest.

It's like the most tranquil lake, the moment the breeze blows, it just becomes more and more beautiful, and the wind and moon are quiet and beautiful.The sword energy seemed to be endowed with life, and it swam around him freely.

Bringing up his clothes and fluttering around, people instantly have an illusion: as if he is dancing a sword like this, he wants to ride the wind and go home.The feet are not stained with dust, and they are as light as clouds.

Everyone watched from a distance, only to think that some clouds accidentally drifted down to the mortal world.

The sword energy is united, and the spirit is beautiful.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, and the sound of the drum quietly disappears.

  The dancer tapped her toes, soared into the air, turned around, her long hair flew like a waterfall, and her robe bloomed like a cloud.

The long sword cut a bright circular arc in the air, then retracted, and landed softly, soundlessly.

At the last moment, General Moyan's long sword rang out loudly, as if high-spirited and domineering, as gentle as it was elegant.

The golden figure stood in the field, with the long sword pointing straight at the sky, standing upright.

The sound of Yu Qianxi's flute also slowly sank, and gradually... stopped.

After the song was played, the lingering rhyme continued, Yu Qianxi put down the flute, there was silence in his ears, the music just now was still circling in his heart for a long time.
-
Recommended friend article "Evil Phoenix Against the Sky: Rebirth of the Demon Queen" Author: Yilan Xiaoyu, PS: A woman who was framed by her best friend and reborn for revenge.

Recommend a friend article "The Supernatural Girl Reborn: A Genius Business Woman" Author: Su Jinwan, PS: How can she save herself when she is given to her boss by her boyfriend?

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like