The Legend of Futian

At this time, Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly. He had a handsome face and a transcendent temperament. His slender ten fingers were beating on the strings, and there was no influence on his playing due to the terrible scene in the void.

At this time, he was serious and attentive. Taishan collapsed in front and did not change his color, but just played his piano quietly.

At this moment, the people seemed to be substituted into a wonderful artistic conception, faintly giving Ye Futian a secretive heart, as if worried that he would be swallowed into nothingness and reduced to dust in that torrent.

Over the sky above Ye Futian's head, the vision was getting more and more terrifying, and the magic array that devoured the endless aura was like a beast of fierceness, able to kill everything.

Finally, Qian Shanmu's fingers swept across the string, a horrible spiritual will wrapped in the storm above Ye Futian's head, dark clouds over the city, and the sky was dark, as if the devil was born, thunder roar, roaring wind, and then Towards the bottom of the leaf leaves.

Countless people are tense and stare at the scene in front of them. This scene is too terrible. Is that really what the people of the Fa can resist?

Even the arrogant figure in the next place can't withstand this level of attack.

The storm that destroyed everything came, the king of the King of Kings Luo came to the coldest eyes, clenched his fists, he could not wait for Ye Futian to directly destroy and die in this storm. Only in this way can the danger of Nandou country be resolved, otherwise, sooner or later, Ye Futian Will liquidate.

On the other side of the academy, Tang Ye, Su Muge, and others saw no sympathy in this scene. If Ye Fu was innocently killed in this way, he could only be stupidly killed by himself.

When the storm fell over Ye Futian's body, at this moment, around Ye Futian's body, the invisible sound wave that had been permeating suddenly made a sharp sound, and an invisible mental storm was around his body. It is shaved, and whenever a spell comes, it will be cut and cut directly. Then, it will be transformed into a scattered aura, wrapped in the storm and flowing around Ye Futian's body.

As a result, under the eyes of everyone, they saw an extremely shocking scene. The power of destruction like the end of the day came, but they were constantly cut by the mental storm. When they played the piano, they seemed to be unknowingly A terrible mental defense force is arranged around his body, which can destroy all spell attacks from killing.

Spells are motivated by mental power. Even if the spells of the spell array are engraved, they are still released by mental motivation. Strong men who are good at attacking by mental power can also destroy the spell by mental attack.

The sound of the piano was rushing, and the magic circle over Ye Futian's head released a spell attack, but Ye Futian's fingers struck the strings faster and faster, like a flowing cloud, playing a gorgeous movement.

No matter how violent the storm and the tide are, I will not move, no force is enough to shake him.

At this moment, on top of that handsome figure, the power of the prince was faintly revealed.

"Good defense means." The eyes of the people stared at the front. Although the power of the princely magic weapon was used, it can be seen that Ye Futian must be extremely proficient in music. He said that he did not understand the music, just to mock Qianshan. twilight.

At the moment of Qian Shan twilight, there was a wave of waves in his heart. Ye Futian played the piano without any speciality. However, he first built up a defense. As a piano sound master, Ye Futian knew what the means of rhythm attack were, direct. Mental attack, this kind of attack is extremely threatening. Su Muge was vulnerable under this attack before.

But Ye Futian, the first defense is mental power, like a panlong guarding his mind, it is difficult to invade.

The second kind of attack, naturally, is to use spells to induce spell attacks. Ye Futian also arranged his defenses, gathered his spirit into an invisible storm, and cut off all the spells close to his body, so that the spells could not approach his body.

Ye Futian not only understands the rhythm, but also has a deep understanding of the rhythm.

Qianshan Mu has to admit it now.

Of course, knowing it is the same thing. Ye Futian can defend his musical attack. This is Ye Futian's ability. Even with the magic weapon, it is still difficult to conceal his accomplishments on the sound of the piano.

None of the spells cast by the magic array can break Ye Futian's defense, Qian Shanmu understands that it is almost impossible to use the sound to induce the spell to defeat him.

Then, there is only one method remaining, which is also the fundamental measure of how strong a person is in accomplishing the melody. The melody is used as the mood to influence, control, or kill.

At the beginning of the Qin Palace, Ye Futian did this to Gu Ming and convinced Gu Ming to surrender. Under the control of his piano sounds, Gu Ming could not resist the mood and actually kneeled on the ground.

Qian Shanmu's accomplishment in music is undoubtedly unquestionable. He changed his fingers and moved his strings. Without knowing it, his voice gradually changed.

Along with Qian Shanmu's playing, his body seemed to have a little more sacred meaning and brilliance, and even a wonderful picture was born in the minds of many people. Qian Shanmu's body was faintly blooming.

Subsequently, phantoms appeared one after another, all of which were in the picture.

"Sacred music."

Not many people have seen this song, but Hua Qingqing is obviously one of them.

In a contest with Ye Futian's melody, Qian Shanmu played the song.

In Hua Qingqing's consciousness, there is also a picture, thousands of mountains and twilight, like a saint, he spit his voice, just like the words of a saint, a wave of his palm, like the meaning of a saint, suddenly, there is The whistling sword and crumbling beast appeared, heading towards Ye Futian.

At this time, Ye Futian felt the strongest mood, because this song was targeted by him.

He seemed to see Qian Shanmu incarnate as a saint, the light shrouded him, the saint's words turned into sharp swords, and he slid towards him. The saint's meaning turned into a real dragon, a phoenix, and a unicorn. May crash.

At this moment, countless mistakes in life, Ye Futian looks like a weak scholar, how to counter sages?

One word can condemn him, and one thought can kill him.

But the weak scholar is still playing quietly. Facing the storm, he always quietly composes and plays his own movement.

Under the sound of his harp, the beast that the sharp sword dissipated and attacked was destroyed. Even if you come menacingly, I still stand still.

From his body, from Ye Futian's piano sounds, everyone seemed to see a kind of strength.

Gradually, the sound of Ye Futian's piano became a little louder, but it was still steady, and he improved a little bit, destroying the attack on the rhythms issued to him. At the same time, he kept his heart intact and his will never wavered.

With his piano sound penetrating the void, everyone felt that the weak scholar seemed to be growing, growing up in the storm, the book business was angry, and he flung Fang Yan.

The prince's will pervaded his body, Ye Futian's temperament became more and more outstanding, as if he had unknowingly transformed, but he was always so firm.

An incomparable spirit gradually emerged from him. The scholar Wen Wensheng grew up under the baptism of the storm, and finally stood in the center of the stage and challenged the high figure.

Some powerful characters are not completely affected by the mood of Qin Yin, and they are still thinking. From Ye Futian Qin Yin, they actually experienced a baptism and growth of life. That Qin Yin is like a process, a process of growth. It feels wonderful, but it's so natural.

The sound of the piano became loud and intense, until it wanted to pierce the sky.

In the heads of the crowd, it seemed as if a young man had come to the prince, and then to the growth of the emperor.

At this moment, the young man who played was no longer like a scholar who was weak in text. He had a straight spine, a body like a dragon, and the sound of a dragon in the piano sounds.

The spiritual power that attacked Ye Futian was constantly destroyed and broken. The ever-growing piano sound was like an iron rider of an emperor. In that illusory picture, Qian Shanmu and Ye Futian confronted each other, such as the confrontation between the saint and the emperor.

What is a melody, the real melody is to conform to the mood and completely substitute people into the melody world.

Qian Shanmu claims that he does not understand the rhythm. If it is about the means of killing the sound of the rhythm and the changes, he is not as good as Qian Shanmu.

However, this year, he has a deeper understanding of the rhythm. In the artistic conception, he is confident that he can stand invincible ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The melody of the harmonious combination of the chaos and the world is innate with him. How to fail, he induced the emperor's tactics to be incorporated into the piano sound, making the artistic conception more powerful invisible, and everyone only thought that this was the artistic conception brought by the piano sound itself, and would not think of it as the effect of the exercises.

In the nihilistic picture, two huge figures appeared as if to let Cangtian stomp his feet.

The will of the two figures has continued to grow stronger, but the figure of the saint has been so from the beginning, but the figure of the emperor has been growing, until it can finally break through the sky and take control of the mountains.

The vast space is solidified for this, at this time everyone can feel the artistic conception contained in the rhythm, and can feel the confrontation.

Ye Futian turned out to be against pure mountains with pure tone.

That figure is infinitely upright at this moment, and with the rising of the sound of the piano, the meaning of the emperor is still stronger.

Finally, with an invisible vibration, the saint's body collapsed, and then Qian Shanmu felt an irresistible will pressure coming.

"clang……"

Guther made a harsh noise, and countless eyes fixed there.

The string is broken.

Qian Shanmu's hands froze there, with a humming sound, Qian Shanmu spit out blood and stained Gose.

The first person of the young generation in the barbarism world lost to Caotang disciple Ye Futian in a pure musical confrontation.

At this moment, Qianshan Mu sounded what Qin Wang Palace had said to Ye Futian. You don't understand the rhythm at all.

He doesn't understand the rhythm, who knows?

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