Not only Ye Shaohan was like this, but Zhang Ming was also like this. Wei Qing's artistic conception was unfolded inadvertently, and a sad emotion spread throughout the courtyard.
Two different artistic conceptions came together, and the surrounding space seemed to vibrate under the swords of the two men.
Ding! The sound of the piano changed, from the original gentle low tone to the current low and melodious tone. Inadvertently, An Ling slowly closed his eyes, and only a row of shadows of his slender jade hands were left dancing.
The selfless artistic conception and the sentimental artistic conception are both the most mysterious artistic conceptions. For a time, the sound of the piano did not match the taste of the two artistic conceptions. Therefore, the sound of the piano was a bit harsh to the ears of Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming.
Jian Mei frowned slightly. Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming noticed this change immediately, but they were still immersed in the artistic conception.
Liu Mei frowned slightly, and there was a look of discomfort on Dark Ling's pretty face. However, at this moment, a little white light slowly emerged from Dark Ling's eyebrows as white as snow, and finally, Dark Ling's whole person was enveloped.
In this white light, under the white light, the dark spirit's refined and unique temperament makes it look like a fairy who cannot eat the fireworks of the world, and cannot be desecrated.
Under this white light, the sound of the dark spirit's piano also gradually changed, and finally blended into the artistic conception of Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming.
This perfect integration made the previous changes disappear. Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming once again closed their eyes tightly and performed a sword dance that amazed the world in front of the cold tombstone.
This sword dance is just for the woman buried under the tombstone.
However, no one noticed that a blurry shadow emerged from behind the dark spirit. It was vaguely the figure of a woman.
The cold wind stirred up the dead leaves on the ground, and the dead leaves fluttered with the wind, and finally hit the shadow. The shadow swayed slightly and sank into the dark spirit's body again.
On the vast Martial God Continent, a solitary peak stands proudly, and on top of that solitary peak, a tall figure stands. At a glance, it is clear that this figure is illusory and not real.
This is a handsome-looking man with his hands behind his back and his illusory long hair flowing behind his back.
There was a hint of sadness in those arrogant eyes. The direction the man was looking was clearly the direction of Huang Feng Kingdom. His eyes were closed tightly, and the sound of the piano could be heard surrounding the man's ears.
"Time is like running water, you can't catch it!" The man said to himself: "Except for the stars above your head, everything else has changed. Yuting, when you wake up again, you will be affected by this change.
Are you surprised by the world?"
On the lonely peak, the roar of the cold wind overwhelmed the man's muttering to himself. After a long time, the man said in a deep voice: "The third plan is to protect the Ye family!"
The man seemed to be speaking to the air in front of him, but when he spoke, several figures appeared behind him. Judging from the aura, the aura of these figures was no less than that of the Lingzong realm.
"Obey the Holy Majesty's decree!" Several strong voices sounded, and several people got down on one knee and faced the man with respect on their faces.
In the eyes of these people, this man is their god, and they only need to worship him blindly.
"After thousands of years of reincarnation, can we renew our love? Yuting!" Only the man's voice was left on the lonely peak, and his figure suddenly turned into a point of light and disappeared.
And those figures disappeared one after another, everything seemed so weird.
Ye Family, in the courtyard, when the last chord of the dark spirit fell, the sword shadow that filled the sky also dissipated.
The moment the last lingering sound dissipated, the dancing figure also stopped.
Sheathing their swords, Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming both opened their eyes and woke up from their artistic conceptions.
Looking at each other, the two of them saw a hint of curiosity in each other's eyes, and Dark Spirit also opened his eyes, his mind still immersed in the sound of the piano he had played before.
"Your artistic conception is very special!" Ye Shaohan said first, and Zhang Ming's previous sword could not help but appear in his eyes.
Hearing this, Zhang Ming also said: "Your artistic conception is also very special!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and took out a jug from the unicorn. Ye Shaohan threw the jug to Zhang Ming casually, and took out another jug from the unicorn.
Catching the flask, Zhang Ming looked up to the sky and drank. The unique taste of the wine spread in his mouth, and the bitter taste was unforgettable.
Ye Shaohan also looked up to the sky and drank. For a moment, the only sound in the silent courtyard was the sound of flowing wine.
A long time ago, we were like this, dancing swords, drinking, and practicing. It may be boring, but we are all used to this kind of life.
The wine bottle slipped from Ye Shaohan's hand in vain, and his figure suddenly shot out. At the same time, his left hand pointed out a sword, and the sword pointed forward several times very quickly, each finger making the surrounding air explode.
Several feet of sword energy shot out from the fingertips. Ye Shaohan's seemingly random finger contained his artistic conception.
"It's still the same trick!" Zhang Ming raised his eyes slightly, looking at the sword energy that was shooting out, and said with a twitching corner of his mouth.
Zhang Ming stared at his feet, and his figure suddenly retreated. He also pointed his fingers like swords, and counted them in the air, and several rays of blue-light sword energy shot out from his fingertips.
With the same finger, Ye Shaohan's finger made people frightened, but Zhang Ming's finger made people feel sad.
Almost at the same time, two sword energy several feet long collided, and an invisible air wave spread in all directions. This air wave lifted up the dead leaves in the entire courtyard.
This sound immediately startled Dark Spirit who was deep in thought. Seeing this, Dark Spirit closed his eyes again and gently pressed the silver string with both hands. The sound of his instructions floated out again, and the clear and gentle sound of the piano filled the entire courtyard.
The dead leaves were flying, the figures of the two people kept flying, and their finger movements continued. For a moment, a general trend gathered in the sky above the courtyard in vain.
In the Ye family martial arts hall, Ye Shaoping was discussing the next martial arts competition with many family heads, but a heart-stopping aura emerged in vain.
The noisy martial arts hall fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked around in shock. The powerful aura made them feel palpitated.
The words that were originally in his mouth stopped. Ye Shaoping suddenly stood up from his seat and looked towards the source of the breath with a rather surprised expression. He knew where it was.
Ye Shaoping swept down from the high platform and ran straight to the courtyard where Ye Shaohan was, while other elders of the Ye family also rushed there.
The remaining heads of the aristocratic families looked at each other in confusion. After a few seconds, these aristocratic families also rushed towards the courtyard.
Sharp explosions resounded non-stop, and the sword fingers of Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming continued to collide. For a while, the two of them were in a stalemate.
However, relying on the strength of his body, Ye Shaohan still began to occupy the top. The strength contained in each finger made Zhang Ming feel trouble in his arm. Zhang Ming no longer hesitated and unsheathed his long sword instantly.
Warning! The roar of the sword was mixed with the sound of the dark spirit's piano. Zhang Ming took a big step back, and his body immediately retreated tens of meters. Where he had stepped before, a hole the size of a human head appeared.
Dust and mud are flying, and fallen leaves are flying.
The long sword instantly took a sword stance, and for a moment, the entire courtyard seemed to be silent, with only the sword and the figure remaining.
Before the sword was drawn, a heartbreaking aura filled the entire courtyard.
"Wu Xin!" Zhang Ming's soft shout rang out, and his long sword was instantly unsheathed. He did not know how many times he had repeated this action. Drawing the sword seemed to have become his instinct.
As Zhang Ming's sword thrust out, the flying dead leaves and dust instantly began to spin around Zhang Ming's long sword, and finally surrounded the long sword.
This sword contains Zhang Ming's sentimental artistic conception, which contains Zhang Ming's longing for Li Zishan. That sad emotion seems to have turned into the sharp sword energy.
A sword energy several feet long shot out. The sharp sword energy in the past seemed to be covered with a layer of sadness at this moment.
A sad feeling spread in Ye Shaohan's heart. Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly shook, and a rare color appeared in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Ming. This sentimental conception could actually shake his state of mind.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but recall Huo Qilin's original evaluation of Zhang Ming: "Wei Qing's artistic conception has been completed, and it is destined to be the Lingzong realm!"
"Is this the power of entering the Tao through love?" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, and the Qilin Sword in his hand was instantly swung out.
For a moment, a sword energy several feet long shot out. Ye Shaohan's mind was completely concentrated on this sword, and the sad feeling also dissipated.
"One sword can conquer the city!" For Ye Shaohan, the most beautiful sword is undoubtedly one sword that can conquer the city. The bright sword light makes people intoxicated, and behind the brilliance, there is endless killing intent.
Zhang Ming's sword was extremely fast, while Ye Shaohan's sword was extremely slow. The two figures stretched tens of meters across, and finally met each other.
The two sword lights left an invisible trajectory in the void, and finally met together. There was no imaginary explosion or air wave, and the surrounding air surged towards the surroundings at this moment.
There seemed to be a vacuum zone around the two of them. The sword tips finally collided with each other, and a crisp sword chant sounded out.
Almost at the same time, Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming passed by each other, and their bodies jumped tens of meters forward. After that, their sharp explosions suddenly sounded, and a pounding sound was heard outside the courtyard.
Waves of majestic energy emerged, stirring up dead leaves all over the ground. The energy spread out in waves one after another, and finally hit the many elders of the Ye family and the children of other aristocratic families who came after hearing the sound.
Bang bang! The figures headed by Ye Shaoping and others were directly overturned by the air wave, and they staggered back dozens of steps before stopping.
Eye-catching sword marks covered the ground of the entire courtyard, and the dead leaves turned into fragments and scattered all over the ground. The stone tables originally placed in the courtyard also cracked weakly.