"This song can only be heard in the sky. How many times can you hear it in the human world? The Holy Maiden of the Sky and the Moon is not only as beautiful as a fairy, but this song is also a fairy music that is as clear as the sky. It makes people intoxicated and lose their mind. I really admire you. In order to cope with this scene
, I will compose a song with the saint."
Liancheng said, spinning the soul in his hand in a circle and resting on his lips. He only heard a clear and melodious flute sound flowing out of the soul, blending with Leng Hanqing's piano sound. The sound of the piano was melodious, and the flute sound was melodious.
The voice is gentle, as if resisting, but also entangled with affection.
In an instant, everyone in the square had a shaky look on their face, sometimes intoxicated by the sound of the piano, sometimes intoxicated by the sound of the flute, their expressions were radiant, as if they were struggling to death on the edge of a cliff.
Some people with weak skills just held their heads and fell to the ground crying, rolling to the ground. Some people clutched their chests and were so seriously injured that they vomited blood in public. For a while, the sound of crying, sobbing and yelling could not be heard.
Upon seeing this, Murong Xuan quickly sealed the acupuncture points of Nangong Yan and Xue Jin, and immediately went with Liu Chutai and Nangong Wei to rescue the people whose skills were still weak but could not withstand the sound of the piano and flute. Several seniors also quickly joined in.
Leng Hanqing looked at Liancheng in disbelief. She obviously couldn't believe that he was not controlled by the Soul-Destroying Qin. She had seen him remain calm before and just stood quietly, thinking that he was also being controlled.
But she didn't expect that not only was he not controlled by the Soul-Destroying Flute, he could also use the sound of the flute to fight against her Soul-Destroying Flute. Who was this person, and what kind of flute was the white jade flute in his hand?
Unexpectedly, her mind was uncontrollable, and there was a hint of sweetness in her throat. She had been backlashed by the soul-destroying piano, and now she was distracted by the other party's flute. She was seriously injured internally. If she didn't stop, she would just
Afraid of being harmed.
"How could this happen? Look at those people, they seem to be in pain." Mu Tianxue asked in confusion when he saw the people in the square struggling in pain.
"The powerful momentum generated when the soul-seizer and the soul-seizer compete against each other, whichever side has the deepest internal power, and which one will control the other's mind, whether it is the soul-seizer or the soul-seizer, both will suffer in the end.
Of course, if you have strong internal energy and control it, the injuries you get will be minor. If you get serious injuries from the backlash, your internal organs will be broken and you will die." Long Chen also said while inputting the inner energy into his son's body to avoid being hurt by it.
Mu Tianxue nodded understandingly. When he looked at Liancheng again, his body was as straight as pines, bamboos, and cypresses, and he didn't look injured at all. However, Leng Hanqing's face was pale because of her internal strength, and she seemed to have suffered internal injuries.
It was so smooth before, but now it's a bit chaotic.
Looking at the people in the square, they all gradually calmed down. Except for their pale faces, their expressions have recovered. They have obviously recovered from the control of the piano sound.
Seeing that everyone had regained their composure, Liancheng played the flute and looked at Leng Hanqing, only to see that blood was seeping from the corners of her mouth and her face was frighteningly pale, but she still did not stop.
Sensing a pair of eyes looking at her, Leng Hanqing raised her eyes and met a pair of intoxicating blue eyes. She twitched the corners of her mouth and wanted to smile, but unexpectedly, a mouthful of blood spurted on the piano.
She knew that she had suffered internal injuries, and if she didn't stop playing, she might die from a split liver and gallbladder. However, her consciousness was blurred and she was controlled by the other party's soul-stealing flute. It was too late to stop.
"Stop, saint, stop quickly." Seeing that Leng Hanqing had been internally injured but not stopping yet, the guardian of the Tianyue Sect rushed towards the ring in worry, but was held back by Murong Xuan in the name of keeping a distance.
Leng Hanqing's whole body trembled, and her legs actually knelt on the ground. The blood in her mouth poured out like an endless flow. A large amount of blood had already seeped out on her fingers, but she continued to play without knowing the pain.
Liancheng knew that Leng Hanqing had suffered internal injuries and all his internal organs were injured. If he didn't stop, Leng Hanqing would definitely die. He slowly took back the soul-stealing music, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time.
After the sound of the flute stopped, Leng Hanqing fell weakly on the ring. The sound of the piano stopped. Protector Tianyue rushed up, helped the seriously injured Leng Hanqing up, and checked her pulse while injecting her internal energy.
While looking at Liancheng angrily, "Master Lian, the duel point is over, why do you need to hurt people's lives."
Liancheng walked up to Leng Hanqing while playing with the soul, and said with an evil smile: "This protector, this is wrong. This competition is a fair and just martial arts competition. The saint of Tianyue Sect used the nine-note piano to hurt people.
It is already a violation to be innocent.
From the beginning to the end, I was only rescuing people, but not hurting them. How can you unjustly accuse me of hurting people when you taught the saint girl to be hurt by the Nine-tone Musical Qin?"
After Liancheng finished speaking, she saw the protector looking at him in disbelief, "Do you know this harp?" With the age of the man in front of her, it was really surprising to her that he could recognize the nine-note harp, and the sound of his flute could compete with it.
Nine-note music, could it be the white jade flute in his hand?
Liancheng glanced at the unconscious Leng Hanqing and the shocked protector, clasped his fists at them and said, "Holy girl of the Tianyue Sect, admit it." After that, he took a little step and leaped away from the high platform.
"I can't tell that you are so capable, but I have to say that you really don't care about women." Seeing Liancheng leaping over, Mu Tianxue looked at the unconscious Leng Hanqing expressionlessly and said calmly.
Liancheng turned around and sat on the chair next to Mu Tianxue. He suddenly leaned into her ear and said, "If it were you, Xiaoxue, this prince would definitely show mercy to you."
After Liancheng finished speaking, he instantly felt the air drop, and his whole body became cold. Two cold eyes fell on him. He smiled dryly at Long Chenyi, who had an extremely cold face, and then looked at Long Chenyi, who had a face as cold as ice and wanted to beat him up.
Mu Tianxue then smiled coquettishly and made a gesture of silence.
He was pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth, teasing his woman in front of him. He shook his shoulders in the air, it was a bit too cold.
Seeing Liancheng shut up in silence, Mu Tianxue gave him a cold look, raised her foot and stepped on his foot hard, then used her toes to grind it. Seeing Liancheng's face in pain, she released her foot,
He said in a cold and unceremonious voice: "You deserve it."
Liancheng opened his blue eyes wide, gritted his teeth and looked at Mu Tianxue resentfully, this woman is too cruel!
Long Chen also looked at Mu Tianxue and Liancheng with a cold face. The hands in his sleeves tightened and loosened, and then tightened again. He pulled Mu Tianxue into his arms and said, "Sit here with me."
Tianxue pressed his seat, and he sat on Mu Tianxue's seat.
Liancheng looked at his stepped foot, then looked at the iceberg statue sitting next to him, and raised his forehead. This guy is too stingy! When it comes to things related to her, this guy is not usually serious.
Mu Tianxue silently glanced at Long Chenyi, who had a cold face, and then looked at Liancheng, whose mouth was twitching. He wanted to laugh but didn't laugh out loud. He hugged his son, untied his acupuncture points, and injected his internal energy into his body.
Mu Kele then opened his eyes and looked at his mother, pouted and said aggrievedly: "Mother, why did you tap the Xiaole acupuncture point?" He was looking at the beauty, listening to the sound of the piano, when Father Bingshan suddenly tapped the acupuncture point and fell asleep.
