And as Xuanyuan Zhirong's big palm passed by, the originally white jade flute body became transparent inch by inch. That kind of transparency is clearer than crystal, dazzling than diamonds, and the stars are reflected in every corner.
If Mu Jieyu opened her eyes and saw this scene now, she would definitely vomit blood with regret. The seemingly ordinary jade flute that once fell into her hands turned out to be the Lingyue Flute, one of the legendary ten treasures. She would be happy for herself
I jumped up and down in anger!
The waves in the Yao Pond are swaying and the moon is falling, and the wind is fragrant in the dream hidden in the world.
The two sentences are about the four musical instruments known as the Four Sounds of the World: Yaochi Qin, Lingyue Flute, Zuishi Pipa, and the Fragrant Xiao in the Wind!
No one knows the origins of these four musical instruments. They seem to have been passed down from very early times. They can play the most beautiful music in the world, or they can be sharp weapons that kill people without even a drop of blood. It depends on who uses them.
, the user’s temperament.
Xuanyuan Zhirong placed Ling Yue across his lips, and his slender white fingertips began to beat, and the exciting flute body faintly overflowed. As the melody spread in the cold wind and drizzle, the wolf that had been condensed into a giant python
Bai Yuzi, who was whining due to the impact of his soul, immediately stopped making noises, and the fading white light suddenly became bright again, and its light was more than twice as bright as before!
On the empty land, two melodies that were clearly mesmerizing were floating, but they made all the living creatures on Wangyue Mountain howl uneasily and desperately. Various sounds were intertwined, from
The towering Wangyue Mountain could be heard from everywhere, and could even suppress the howling of the wolf soul, making the wolf soul, which had already felt the crisis again, become even more violent, and the sounds it made became even sharper.
The music flowing from Xuanyuan Zhirong's fingertips gradually turned into a thin line of substantial light. Among the several screams, the ripples of the lake that seemed to be disturbed spread far away, extending beyond the grass.
The missing pine forest expanded into the dark and silent mountain valley, colliding with another thin light coming from the north!
There was no earth-shattering sound, it was just like two pieces of beautiful jade gently rubbing against each other, emitting a clear, crisp and sweet sound. The flying sparks seemed to be on fire in the air, reflecting the wet branches and flowers below.
Get it crystal clear.
The two momentums were just rubbing against each other, both wanting to gain more territory and refusing to give in to each other!
Xuanyuan Zhirong's slightly drooped long eyelashes flickered and flickered. Under the bright light, they were finally stained with water droplets. The crystal water droplets glowed like butterflies spreading their wings and about to fly. But when he turned his fingertips,
The sound of the flute suddenly changed, from a thin stream of water to a flying stream hitting rocks.
Another circle of thin light washed out, and when they met before, the two merged into one. The light suddenly became thicker, and the opponent was suppressed by the momentum. The thin light was uncontrollably blown away inch by inch.
He pushed back forcefully.
In contrast, the strength and momentum of the wolf soul are getting weaker and weaker!
At this moment, a melody came over, and the weeping Dongxiao made people feel sad. Although it was not the fragrant fragrance in the wind, the person who played the flute had profound skills and was willing to try his best to play with it.
As soon as the pipa played together, the original victory was restored to a draw!
Xuanyuan Zhirong opened his eyes and looked at the sky. His eyes suddenly darkened, and a sharp cold light flashed across his eyes. He turned his wrist again, and the flute sound that sounded like flying currents hitting rocks was as majestic this time as a rolling river or an angry sea.
Torrentially, with a fierce momentum, it spreads away again!