The piece originally given to Sun Wenhua of Longhe City.
What do you mean by the selected track?
The murderous intention will definitely not work. The rest is the intention of wind, cloud and Tai Chi.
Yunyi!
Gu Shuo instantly chose Yunyi. The core of Yunyi is ethereal, which makes the monks have the ethereal emotion of sitting and watching the clouds roll and relax.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
The meaning of the cloud is poured into the sound of the piano, and it spreads to the surroundings with Gu Shuo as the center.
Even the monks who were following him, all the fear and tension in their hearts were swept away at this time, and an ethereal feeling was born in their hearts. If they hadn't instinctively followed Gu Shuo and flew forward quickly, they would have wanted to stop and lie down.
On the grass, watch the clouds roll and relax in the sky.
The roar of the angry beast began to weaken, and the galloping monster slowed down, with fierce and ethereal eyes intertwined.
"Wob..." The sound of the flute suddenly became louder.
"Ding ding dong dong..." The sound of the piano is like mercury pouring down the ground.
The two melodies are fighting and entangled in space, coming and going, infiltrating and colliding with each other.
The footsteps behind him became slower, and Gu Shuo knew that it was his teammates who were affected by the sound of the piano. The sound of his piano moved upward, then passed over the heads of the monks, and finally spread to the surroundings.
The monks woke up suddenly, with frightened expressions on their faces. They quickened their pace again and followed closely behind Gu Shuo.
The monsters no longer roared or moved around. Some monsters were already lying on the ground, looking up at the clouds in the sky.
The sound of the flute disappeared.
On a branch in the distance, there is a woman in colorful clothes with an ashen complexion. She is the demon clan Fenghou.
Rhythm was her natal magical power, but Gu Shuo, who understood Yun Yi to great perfection, defeated her magical power. Her magical power was only awakened at the first level. If she awakened at the second level...
Her eyes flashed fiercely.
Since the musical power cannot kill you, then I will use my true strength to kill you.
"Gu Shuo!"
"Trash with the help of foreign objects!"
"Without the foreign object, killing you is like killing a chicken!"
"There are only a few dozen people, even if you use Zhou Tian Baolu, I will still kill you!"
A rumble of sound came, accompanied by a roaring figure flying over quickly.
night!
Moonlight night!
The clouds are like white gauze, changing silently.
Under the vast sea of crystal clear stars, a figure approaches gracefully. It should have been as light as a fairy, but now it is dragging waves of fierce flames.
"Gu Shuo, take the people away!"
Bei Wushuang and the other golden elixirs rushed into the air, and then they saw the wind roar slapping out a palm. The space seemed to freeze for a moment, and then a big palm suddenly appeared in the air and smacked Bei Wushuang and the other golden elixirs head-on.
Gu Shuo's expression changed.
Can't stop it!
These golden elixirs couldn't stop it, and the wind roar turned out to be in the late Nascent Soul stage.
"Qiang!"
It was too late for Gu Shuo to sacrifice the peacock feather, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, carrying the secret of killing that was close to the beginning. The most powerful form of the Great Desolate Sword, the ninth sword of the Nine Swords of the Great Desolate roared out.
Murderous aura filled the night sky, as if thousands of troops were charging towards that big palm.
Flags are fluttering, swords and guns are standing everywhere, and murderous intent is boiling.
"Boom boom boom..."
If thousands of troops and horses, like a torrent of steel, intensively collided with the slapping big palm, and the power of Bei Wushuang's golden elixirs hit that big palm, the big palm would be broken, but one thumb would be intact.
No damage, click it.
"boom……"
The bodies of the three golden elixirs instantly exploded into blood mist, and the thumb continued to fall, pressing on the ground, creating a sinkhole in the ground.
Bei Wushuang and others also fell to the ground like dumplings.
"laugh……"
The peacock feather was sacrificed by Gu Shuo, and it circled around the body. The figure rushed into the air, and the breath instantly climbed to the peak of the third level of Nascent Soul.
"Woo..."
Fenghou pointed the jade flute in his hand toward Gu Shuo, and then sprayed out dense wind blades from the jade flute. Those wind blades grew when they saw the wind, and instantly turned into huge wind blades about ten feet long, flying towards Gu Shuo.
Come rushing.
The ancient sword leads the way.
Tai Chi Sword Intent.
Gu Shuo was as if he was in a swirling vortex. The vortex turned red and blue in color. The dense and huge wind blades cut into the Tai Chi vortex, and were pulled by the rapidly circling vortex and poured to one side.
Gu Shuo jumped out of the whirlpool and slashed out with his long sword the Nine Swords of the Wilderness, which contained the secret of killing.
Thousands of troops and horses appeared again, but this time it was based on the peak of the third level of Nascent Soul, with stronger murderous intent, more troops and horses, covering the sky and the sun. "Boom, boom, boom..."
A trace of surprise flashed in Fenghou's eyes. He originally planned to kill Gu Shuo with one move, but he didn't expect that Gu Shuo could remove his own attack and counterattack.
What kind of technique is his red and blue vortex?
No matter what technique it is, it is nothing but scum in the face of absolute strength!
Fenghou pointed the flute in his hand again, and this time more dense wind blades roared in, each one exceeding five feet. Countless five-foot-long wind blades gathered together, like a wind dragon charging towards Gu Shuo
Come. Thousands of troops and horses are as fragile as scarecrows. They are broken into pieces one after another, and the boiling murderous intention is blown away.
Gu Shuo's figure plummeted and fell into the red and blue vortex, and at the same time he thrust out a Tai Chi sword intention again.
Thinking quickly in my mind.
"After all, this third level of Nascent Soul is not my own cultivation, it is just borrowed from the peacock feathers. Even if it is used to release the Great Desolate Sword that contains the secret of killing, it is not Fenghou's opponent. On the contrary, the Tai Chi Sword's four or two strokes can lift a thousand pounds."
The opponent's attack.
But just defending without attacking, passively being beaten, will lead to death sooner or later.
I still don’t understand enough Tai Chi Sword Intent, and the opponent’s strength is lower. I can still remove the opponent’s magical power, and then bounce it back, and use the other person’s way to retaliate. But the opponent’s cultivation is higher than mine.
There are too many, and it is no longer easy to remove the magical power, and there is no spare power to rebound it."
"If this is the case, isn't it a doomed situation?"
"And this peacock feather has less than twenty breaths left. Once the peacock feather fails, you will definitely die."
"What else can I do?"
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"
"But the Night Walk of Hundreds of Ghosts hurts itself before hurting others. Once the soul is lost, there will no longer be hope for the Nascent Soul."
"I still have a little bit of liquefied spiritual consciousness!"
"Try it!"
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"No!"
"I also have music skills."
Under the night sky, although the wind blade disappeared, the strong wind howled. There was a restlessness with murderous intent in the coldness. This restlessness with murderous intent came not only from Gu Shuo, but also from the roar of the wind.
The two sides fighting are extremely asymmetrical.
One party is in the late Nascent Soul stage, but the other party is only at the fourth level of the Golden Core.
A wind dragon surrounds the whole body, and the scales of the wind dragon are pieces of wind blades, shining with sharp light.
There are two colors of red and blue swirling around the body, which contains a mysterious atmosphere.
Behind Gu Shuo, Bei Wushuang and others had retreated far away, their eyes full of expectation and trust.
This kind of expectation and trust was built game by game by Gu Shuo during the catastrophe in the Northland.
Even though the power between the two sides is extremely asymmetric at this time, they still have trust and expectations for Gu Shuo.
Gu Shuo's bent fingers popped out the magic weapon bell.
"when……"
The bells roared on Fenghou's head, but a wave of demonic energy rushed up from Fenghou's head, and the magic weapon bell shattered with a bang.
"temperament!"
Gu Shuo was in a horrified mood. Fenghou's magical power was music. She must have understood the meaning. Maybe there was even a secret in her magical power. The music power could not hurt her.
"Hahaha……"
Feng Roar laughed wildly, waving her two big sleeves, and one wind dragon after another roared towards Gu Shuo from around her body. Gu Shuo was like being in the center of a storm, constantly stabbing out the Tai Chi sword, forming a
Circle after circle of Tai Chi sword intention.
Four ounces makes a thousand pounds!
It kept removing the power of the wind dragon, but it also collapsed under the magical power of the wind dragon. One Tai Chi collapsed, and another Tai Chi was born. But the wind roar became more and more arrogant.
"Gu Shuo, let's see how long you can hold on. The peacock feathers you borrowed must have consumed a lot of money for you. How much spiritual energy does one golden elixir have to consume?"
Gu Shuo's expression was calm and Gu Jing was unruffled.
His right hand stabbed out Tai Chi sword after sword, his left hand was folded in his big sleeve, and there were a thousand golden elixir talismans in his hand. Thousands of spiritual power began to construct the talismans at the same time. He had mastered this so well that he could do it in just one breath.
After completing it, the talisman in his hand disappeared and turned into a Yin Talisman.
There are already thirty-six wind dragons strangling Tai Chi Tu. Tai Chi Tu continues to remove the power of the wind dragons, and is constantly collapsing, and is being stabbed out by Gu Shuo.
The surrounding towering ancient trees have been twisted into powder by the out-of-control wind dragon, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of sawdust.
A thousand Yin talismans flowed out from Gu Shuo's sleeves, and the problem now was to set up the Hundred Ghost Night Walking Talisman Array.
This Gu Shuo has not practiced yet. Now he can only follow his memory and start to mobilize the Yin Talisman to flow towards the roar of the wind. The Talisman turned into Yin Talisman, completely ignoring the strangulation in reality, as if sneaking in illusion. No matter it is
Tai Chi Sword Intent or Wind Dragon have no effect on the Yin Talisman.
Fenghou's petite figure was currently controlling forty-eight wind dragons, circling around Gu Shuo, as if the forty-eight wind dragons were flying around with her petite body.
The vortex formed by Tai Chi sword intention collapsed faster.
Peacock Ling only had sixteen breaths left.
A thousand Yin Talisman surrounded Fenghou, and as her body whirled around, Gu Shuo began to mobilize a thousand Yin Talismans according to the formation diagram of Hundred Ghost Night Walk, and placed each Yin Talisman at the node where it should be.
This was his first time doing this, and he was very unskilled, but with his perfect spirit control skills, he was still able to mobilize a thousand Yin Talisman relatively quickly.
The peacock feathers are being consumed rapidly, and time is getting less and less.
Gu Shuoan endured the anxiety in his heart and activated the Yin Talisman.
Nine breaths, eight breaths, seven breaths, six breaths...
There are invisible fluctuations in the sky, like illusory ripples.
A hundred ghosts march through the night.
Ten soul-eating ghosts suddenly appeared around Fenghou and penetrated into Fenghou's body. Fenghou heard the clicking sound of chewing coming from her body, and unbearable pain came from her soul.
"Ah..." She screamed and struggled in the air.
At the same time, Gu Shuo felt that the fingernail-sized spiritual consciousness liquid in his sea of consciousness was being consumed rapidly, and he looked inside his sea of consciousness.
Five breaths, four breaths, three breaths...
The last trace of liquid spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness disappeared.
Gu Shuo decisively mobilized the Yin Talisman. Even if just one Yin Talisman left the node, Baigui Yexing's formation collapsed. The formation collapsed and no longer absorbed spiritual consciousness, which made Gu Shuo breathe a sigh of relief.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
At this time, Feng Roar was out of control. Her loss of control caused the wind dragon she controlled to lose control. Several wind dragons collided together, and the dragon scale-like wind blades collided together, causing sparks to appear from friction.
"boom……"
The thick wood chips on the ground were ignited, and the wind helped the fire, igniting a raging fire.
A moment of regret and joy flashed in Gu Shuo's eyes.
What he regrets is that Fenghou is not dead!
Fortunately, he interrupted the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts in time, and only lost the last bit of liquid spiritual consciousness, but his soul was not harmed.
Two breaths left!
Peacock Ling still has two breaths left.
"Qiang!"
Gu Shuo exploded all his power, the Nine Swords of the Wilderness, the secret of killing, and survived after being put to death.
"kill!"
At this moment, it was as if a voice shouting to kill came from the void. The murderous intention became even more tragic. In his desperation to put himself to death and live another day, he broke through the secret of killing. He was truly introduced to it.
"Boom boom boom..."
The disappearance of the soul-eating ghost made Fenghou wake up instantly, but it was too late. Although she frantically released the wind dragon, the wind dragons were intertwining with each other rapidly, building a wind dragon wall.
But in the end there was no time to complete the construction.
"boom……"
The wind dragon wall shattered with a bang, and the wind roared and flew backwards. There was a deep scar on his chest, and his beating heart could be faintly seen.
The injury to the soul and the body caused Fenghou to go crazy with fear.
His eyes were like those of a fierce ghost that chooses people to devour.
"Gu Shuo, I will cut you into pieces!"
In the raging fire, wind swirled around Gu Shuo's body, isolating the burning fire from the outside. Half of the peacock feathers circled around the body, but the peacock feathers had lost their luster. In fact, the peacock feathers had completely failed by now. But Gu Shuo had already lost its luster.
He used his spiritual power to control it to circle around his body, then looked at the roar of the wind in the air opposite, stretched out his fingers, hooked them, and shouted simply:
"Then come here!"
The fire spread and became stronger and stronger.
But apart from the sound of burning flames, there was no other sound. The whole scene became silent.
The previous brutal fighting and violent roars disappeared, and only the ruins of fire made the silence more prominent.
Bei Wushuang and others looked at Gu Shuo's back with shock on their faces.
They knew that Gu Shuo was very strong and could cross levels to challenge him. Not long ago, he had killed a desolate beast whose strength was equivalent to that of the late Nascent Soul.
But that is a desolate beast, a stupid desolate beast with no intelligence, no magical powers, only strength!
But now the person who was seriously injured by Gu Shuo was a late-stage Nascent Soul of the demon race who possessed wisdom and magical powers.
Although with the assistance of Peacock Ling...
Bei Wushuang's eyes narrowed. Others only knew that Gu Shuang had peacock feathers, but Bei Wushuang knew more about Gu Shuang's peacock feathers. After all, he had watched them carefully. At this time, he was shocked to find that the half of the peacock feathers surrounding Gu Shuang
The peacock feather has lost its last trace of luster...
In other words, the peacock feather has become useless.