"Good boy, I didn't expect that the first two chapters couldn't stump you. Let's listen to this chapter again!"
After Yan Xinyu stabilized her position, the look of panic on her face disappeared for a moment, and she stroked the strings with her hands again. This time, it was sharp, high-pitched, frustrated and passionate, like a battlefield filled with yellow sand, or like the cries of ghosts and ghosts.
In "Ting Mei San Nong", if the first two chapters of Qing Ping Qu and Cang Pan Tiao are methods of controlling the enemy's spiritual power, then the third chapter of "Soul-Destroying Song" is a magical power that destroys people's souls.
Back then, Liang Yan could only hear one syllable, and then he felt the gods and demons dancing in his head, and his whole soul was wandering. Now, Yan Xinyu uses his "fake elixir realm" cultivation to exert all his strength, and it is like a urging demonic voice, trying to lead him on the road!
Although Liang Yan's methods are extraordinary, in the end he is only at the early stage of the Juyuan Realm, and is several small realms behind Yan Xinyu.
At this moment, surrounded by the magic sound, although he did not go crazy immediately, he was still slightly upset and his soul was unstable.
He has not excelled in the cultivation of his spiritual consciousness. He has not yet mastered the "Nine Cauldrons of Nourishing the Soul". If he had not relied on the "Bodhi Bright and Pure Appearance" to keep his original intention, he might have fallen into Yan Xinyu's way.
The two of them fought and defended, and they remained in a stalemate in mid-air for hundreds of rounds. As long as the sound of the piano continued, Liang Yan felt like he was in a quagmire, and the more he listened, the more upset he became.
After fighting for a while, Liang Yan suddenly raised his head and shouted, the sound shook the sky and sounded like a loud bell. He was using the "swearing phase" among the eight phases of the Hun Gong!
This angry shout actually penetrated Yan Xinyu's piano sound barrier, allowing everyone outside the venue to hear it clearly.
Yan Xinyu, who was originally playing faster and faster, was also drunk by this, his hands shook slightly, and the sound of the piano was slightly off.
Just this momentary deviation, in the eyes of the sword cultivator, is the difference between life and death!
Liang Yan pinched his sword with one hand, and the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword cut through the waves of heavy piano sounds, and the sword fell from the sky with a brilliant sword.
Yan Xinyu's expression changed greatly, and she hurriedly raised her hand to seal the secret, and threw a blue seal into the air, trying to stop his flying sword.
However, the "Three Ultimate Thunder Sword" is Liang Yan's strongest sword move now. This move has killed demons in the late Juyuan Realm. How can it be resisted by a mere seal.
There was only a flash of sword light, and the seal did not hold up for a moment before being chopped into pieces by Liang Yan's sword.
The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword remained unabated and slashed downwards again. Yan Xinyu could no longer care so much and just threw the guqin in her hand upwards and flew backwards.
There was a loud cracking sound, and the exquisite guqin, which was shaped like a banana leaf, was split in half with a sword from Liang Yan.
The magic weapon was destroyed, and the air waves spread out in circles. All the monks outside the field used their magic shields to protect their descendants.
The moment Yan Xinyu was blocked by the magic weapon, she had already floated back dozens of feet, but she was still affected by the sword's edge. At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and she no longer had the lightness and calmness she had before.
She stared blankly at the Broken Qin that had fallen in the air, her eyes suddenly filled with sadness.
"Yu Xuan, you have been with me for many years, but I didn't expect that this disaster would happen today."
"Yu Xuan" is the name of her ancient zither magic weapon. This zither was left by Yan Xinyu's ancestor and she has always regarded it as a treasure. Unexpectedly, today it was cut into two pieces with a sword.
"This disciple is not good at learning and is unworthy of the training of his ancestors. Today, even the things you left behind are lost here."
Yan Xinyu murmured, suddenly feeling a little unmotivated and without any fighting spirit.
Although she still had some of her most powerful magical powers that she had yet to use, she knew that the gap between herself and Liang Yan was not the slightest bit. Even if she used her magical powers with all her strength, she would not be able to get any advantage from him.
After a moment of silence, Yan Xinyu retreated and landed behind Tang Diexian without saying a word again.
Tang Diexian was already extremely shocked. She originally thought that Liang Yan was just a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, but this was enough to surprise her.
Unexpectedly, in the past eight years, Liang Yan not only built the foundation of the spiritual platform, but also advanced to the realm of Juyuan, and also shone in sword cultivation.
Actually, even Yan Xinyu, the leader of the group, admits that he is not as good as him!
"Has he really reached this point?" Tang Diexian looked blankly at Liang Yan in the air, feeling happy, but also disappointed, and mixed with a hint of unwillingness.
It wasn't until someone behind her coughed lightly that Tang Diexian came back to her senses. She took a deep look at Liang Yan for the last time, and her expression changed several times, but she finally regained her composure.
With an inaudible sigh, Tang Diexian turned his head, cupped his hands slightly towards the heads of the other sects and said:
"We, Yixing Pavilion, have withdrawn from this Hundred-Fruit Banquet. The matters here have nothing to do with us anymore."
Her tone was extremely calm, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. After speaking, she turned around and left, leading a group of Yixing Pavilion monks to fly towards the bottom of Huangshi Mountain.
Looking at Tang Diexian's retreating figure, Liang Yan felt mixed emotions in his heart.
After eight years, he fought against Yan Xinyu again, breaking her magical power of musical instruments with one sword, and even destroying her magic weapon in public. This was a very satisfying thing.
But after this incident, he and Tang Diexian gradually drifted apart.
He hesitated for a while just now, and also thought about whether to take advantage of the victory and kill Yan Xinyu here. But considering the current situation of Tang Diexian, this woman now takes over the Yixing Pavilion with the foundation-building level, and besides Yan Xinyu, she
Apart from Xin Yu, there is no one who is considerate and available to me.
She had no intention of joining Yixing Pavilion in the first place. If she killed her only confidant in Huangshi Mountain, it would be tantamount to forcing this woman to die.
After Liang Yan hesitated for a long time, he finally raised his hand to put away the flying sword and let everyone in Yixing Pavilion go down the mountain.
The other monks in the field looked at each other in shock when they saw Yixing Pavilion, one of the five great sects, leaving the field sadly.
You must know that Yan Xinyu, as the Qin Taoist master of Yixing Pavilion, is the one with the highest level of cultivation among the monks who participated in the Baiguo Banquet.
The elders of the other four major sects are all at the late stage of the Juyuan Realm, and are still a little short of the "Fake Alchemy Realm".
Even Yan Xinyu couldn't defeat this person, so you can imagine the rest.
Seeing that everyone fell into silence, Zuoqiu Mingzhu turned her eyes and looked at a Taoist nun not far away.
The Taoist nun also glanced at him and nodded lightly to him.
"Ahem, this person disrupted the Fruit Banquet and killed people here. He is trying to make enemies of the various sects in Nanchui. I don't think you colleagues need to follow any rules. How about we all take action together to take down this person?" Zuo
Qiu Mingzhu cleared her throat and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed into the air. This person was the blue-robed Taoist nun who had secretly communicated with Zuoqiu Mingzhu just now. She was also a Juyuan Realm monk from the Qianyuan Holy Palace. I had heard of it!
"Everyone, what Zuoqiu Mingzhu said is true. This person is our enemy and should be killed together!" Wenren Guo's cold voice came out, and his eyes slowly swept towards the monks of the other three major sects.