At this time, Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly. He had a handsome face and a transcendent temperament. His slender fingers were jumping on the strings, without any impact on his playing due to the terrible scene in the void.

At this time, he was serious and focused, and he did not change his color when he collapsed in front of him, but just quietly played his own piano music.

At this moment, the people seemed to be immersed in a wonderful artistic conception, and they faintly felt compassion for Ye Futian, as if they were worried that he would be swallowed up in that torrent and turned into nothingness and became dust.

The strange phenomenon above Ye Futian's head became more and more terrifying. The magic array that devoured endless spiritual energy was like a prehistoric beast, which could kill everything.

Finally, Qianshanmu's fingers passed by the strings, and a terrifying spiritual will wrapped around the storm above Ye Futian's head. Black clouds were over the city, and the sky was dark and dark, as if a demon king came to the world. Thunder roared and the wind roared, and then headed towards Ye Futian below.

Countless people were nervous and staring at the scene in front of them. This scene was too terrible. Can people with Dharma images really compete with each other?

Even the genius who are in the heavenly throne cannot withstand this level of attack.

The storm of destruction of everything came, Luo Junlin's eyes were extremely cold, and his fists were clenched tightly. He wished that Ye Futian would directly destroy and die in this storm. Only in this way can the danger of the Southern Dou Kingdom be resolved. Otherwise, sooner or later, Ye Futian would settle it.

On the other side of the academy, Tang Ye, Su Muge and others did not sympathize when they saw this scene. If Ye Futian was really killed like this, he would have to die of stupidity.

Just as the storm fell over Ye Futian's body, at this moment, around Ye Futian's body, the invisible sound wave that had been circulating suddenly made a sharp sound. An invisible spiritual storm blew around his body. Whenever a spell came, it would be cut directly, and then it turned into a scattered spiritual energy and was carried into Ye Futian's body by the storm.

So, under the eyes of everyone, they saw an extremely shocking scene. The destructive force like the end of the world came, but was constantly cut by a spiritual storm. When playing the piano music, it seemed that a terrible spiritual defense force had been placed around their bodies without realizing it, which could destroy all spell attacks that came.

Spells are activated by mental power. Even if a magic array is engraved to release spells, they are still activated by mental power. Strong people who are good at attacking mental power can also destroy spells with mental attack methods.

The sound of the piano became more and more rapid. The magic circle above Ye Futian's head was crazily releasing magic attacks down, but Ye Futian's fingers plucking the strings became faster and faster, like flowing clouds and water, playing a gorgeous music.

No matter how fast the storm is or how fierce the wave is, I will remain unmoved. No force can shake him.

At this time, the power of the princes was faintly revealed above the handsome figure.

"What a strong defense method." Everyone stared at the front. Although they used the power of the king and prince magic weapons, it can be seen from this that Ye Futian must be very proficient in music. What he said was not understanding music was purely to mock Qianshan Mu.

Qianshanmu also had a slight tide in his heart at this moment. Ye Futian played the piano and played it without any specialness. However, he first formed a defense. As a zither master, Ye Futian knew very well what the means of musical attacks were. Direct mental attacks, which were extremely threatening. Su Muge had been vulnerable under this attack before.

But Ye Futian first defended his mental power, such as having a Panlong guarded in his mind, which was difficult to invade.

The second type of attack is naturally to use music to induce magic attacks. Ye Futian also arranged defenses and gathered his mental power into an invisible storm, cutting off all spells that were close to his body, so that the spells could not be approached.

Ye Futian not only understands music, but also has a good understanding of music.

Qianshanmu has to admit this now.

Of course, knowing that it is one thing. Ye Futian can defend against his musical attacks. This is Ye Futian's ability. Even with the help of magical tools, it is still hard to hide his attainments in piano sound.

The magical magic cast by the magic array could not break Ye Futian's defense. Qian Shanmu understood that it was almost impossible to defeat him with the rhythm.

Then, there is only one method left, which is also the fundamental reason for truly measuring how strong a person's musical attainments are, using music to turn it into artistic conception, influencing will, controlling, or killing.

In the Qin Palace, Ye Futian treated Gu Ming like this, making Gu Ming surrender. Under his control of the piano, Gu Ming could not resist the artistic conception and actually knelt on the ground.

Qianshan Mu's attainment in music was naturally unquestionable. His fingers changed and his zither strings were plucked. Before he knew it, his voice gradually changed.

With Qianshan Mu playing, he seemed to have a bit of sacred meaning on his body, and his brilliance was shining. Even a wonderful picture emerged in the minds of many people. Qianshan Mu's body was faintly filled with light.

Then, phantoms appeared one after another, all of Qianshan Mu's figures appeared in that picture.

"Sacred Music."

Not many people present have seen this song, but Hua Qingqing is obviously one of them. The sound of this song is an attacking song with a strong artistic conception.

In the musical contest with Ye Futian, Qianshanmu actually played this song.

Hua Qingqing's consciousness also presented a picture. The twilight of thousands of mountains shone brightly, like a saint. His voice was like the words of a saint. When he waved his palm, he was like the intention of a saint. Suddenly, a whistling sword and a storming divine beast appeared and headed towards Ye Futian.

At this time, Ye Futian felt the strongest artistic conception because the sound of this song was aimed at him.

He seemed to see Qianshan Mu transformed into a saint, and the light shrouded him. The saint's words turned into sharp swords and came towards him. The saint's intention transformed into a real dragon, a phoenix, and a unicorn. At this moment, he seemed extremely small and could collapse at any time.

At this moment, countless lives have illusions. Ye Futian is like a weak scholar. How can he compete with the saint?

One word can condemn him, and one thought can take his life.

But the weak scholar was still playing quietly, facing this storm, always composing the music quietly and playing his own music.

Under his piano sound, the sword dissipated, and the monsters attacked were destroyed. I remained unmoved without your force.

From him and from Ye Futian's piano music, everyone seemed to see a kind of character.

Gradually, Ye Futian's piano sound seemed to have become a little louder, but it was still stable, increasing little by little, destroying the rhythmic attacks on him. At the same time, he kept his heart tightly and his will remain unshakable.

As his piano sound penetrated the void, everyone felt that the weak scholar seemed to be growing up, growing in the storm, and the scholar's enthusiasm was full of vigor.

The will of the king and the princes permeated, and Ye Futian's temperament became more and more outstanding, as if he had transformed unknowingly, but he was always so firm.

A sense of arrogant spirit gradually emerged from him. The weak scholar seemed to grow up under the baptism of a storm, and finally stood in the center of the stage and challenged the lofty figure.

Some powerful characters were not completely influenced by the artistic conception of the piano music, and were still thinking. From Ye Futian's piano music, they seemed to have experienced a baptism of life and grew up. The piano music was like a process, the process of growth. This feeling was extremely wonderful, but so natural.

The sound of the piano is still becoming loud and intense until it is about to pierce the sky.

In the minds of the crowd, it seemed as if I saw a young man growing up from a prince and then an emperor, overcoming all obstacles without fear of any obstacles, and in chaos in the sky and the earth, I was in charge of the sky.

At this moment, the young man playing was no longer a weak scholar. His back was straight and his body was like a dragon. There seemed to be a dragon roar in the sound of the piano. The emperor's intention gushed out and dominated the world.

The spiritual power that attacked Ye Futian was constantly destroyed and shattered. The piano sound that kept becoming loud was like an emperor's iron cavalry. In that illusory picture, Qianshanmu and Ye Futian were confronting each other, like the confrontation between a saint and an emperor.

What is music? The real music is to adapt to the artistic conception and completely immerse people in the music world.

Qianshan Mu said that he did not understand music. If he talked about musical methods and changes, he was not as good as Qianshan Mu.

However, over the past year, he has a deeper understanding of music, and in terms of artistic conception, he is confident that he can be invincible.

The sound of the piano that combines the chaos of the country and the world, combined with his innate will, will be defeated? He mobilized the Emperor's Art to integrate into the sound of the piano, making the artistic conception stronger invisibly. Moreover, people will only think that this is the artistic conception brought by the sound of the piano itself, and will not think that it is the effect of the martial arts.

In the void scene, two huge figures seemed to appear, trying to make the sky crawl at the foot of the sky.

The will of the two figures continue to become stronger, but the figure of the saint has been like this from the beginning, while the figure of the emperor seems to be growing continuously until it can finally break through the sky and take charge of the country.

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

Ye Futian actually uses music to fight against the Thousand Mountains.

The figure was extremely upright at this moment, and with the sound of the zither still rising, the emperor's intention was still becoming stronger.

Finally, with an invisible vibration, the saint's body collapsed, and then Qianshanmu felt an irresistible pressure of will.

"clang……"

Guser made a harsh sound, and countless gazes solidified there.

The string is broken.

Qianshanmu's hands froze there, and with a muffled groan, Qianshanmu spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing Gu Se red.

The first musician in the ancient world was defeated by Ye Futian, a disciple of Caotang, in a pure musical confrontation.

At this moment, Qianshanmu sounded what he said to Ye Futian in the Qin Palace, and you don’t understand the rhythm at all.

He doesn't understand the rhythm, who knows?
Chapter completed!