Chapter 4061 Human and piano unite, become famous in one battle!
The Guiyuan killing sound came like a violent storm, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock.
The kind-hearted disciple of Three Thousand Generations closed his eyes with compassion, unwilling to see the bloody and cruel scene.
Enlightenment of the ocean, the sound of whales rises again.
The sound of killing came to my face.
Ye Qingcheng didn't seem to notice any murderous aura. Her aura was as pure as the snow, standing on the side of the sea.
The light of the moon was bright and clear, and the pale night was like flowing smoke, filling the gap between the mountains and the ocean. The man who attacked with self-destruction let out a ferocious laugh, his body was like an ape, like a giant, looking at the night city
In the direction of the direction, the veins on his forehead popped out, the roots were clearly defined, and his face was twisted like a ghost! The victory of this battle will belong to
To him!
The muscular man beside him, who was already a loser, fell to the ground and looked nervously and excitedly in the direction of Ye Qingcheng.
Their companion was cut in half. This woman must not survive!
bite!
A piano sound sounded, as if it came from the ocean, but also seemed to come from all directions.
The sound was as graceful as the sounds of gods and Buddhas, but it exploded like thunder in the hearts of every cultivator, tearing their souls apart!
boom!
The sound of the piano became majestic, like a battlefield with warriors and horses, the sound of fighting, the sound of broken flesh, intertwined with each other, stimulating the eardrums of each disciple!
At this moment, the sound of the piano began to play, and people from all directions stood in silence, all in high spirits and falling into a state of tension.
And the overwhelming and terrifying Guiyuan Demonic Sound was crushed to pieces by this sudden piano sound.
Only the sea breeze lifted the skirt of the woman in white, and she remained motionless in the wind and snow! The disciple who self-destructed widened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw. He intensified his self-destruction and used the Guiyuan Demonic Sound again.
A Guiyuan Demonic Sound is like a turbulent storm, like the turbulent waves, trying to destroy the heaven and the earth, and its power is even more terrifying
, enough to split mountains and seas!
However, the sound of the piano never stopped, it continued, and the drums beat on the battlefield of fighting.
People seem to see, towering into the clouds, standing on the city wall in the yellow sand and wind and rain, a slender woman, beating the war drum to boost the morale of the army.
The disciples who heard the sound of the piano fell into a scene of fighting.
On the Linglu ancient car, the young man's eyes were slightly bright and he was ecstatic.
Suddenly, she whispered:
"Looking up to the sky and roaring loudly, my heart is full of passion. Thirty years of fame and fame are like dust and dust, eight thousand miles of road are like clouds and moon!"
"The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished?"
"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty!"
"I read the sword while I was drunk, I dreamed of blowing the horns of the company, my subordinates were burned eight hundred miles apart, the sound of fifty strings tumbling outside the Great Wall, and the troops were ordered in autumn on the battlefield!"
At this moment, countless young men stood in awe, and countless male disciples looked sideways, with shock and admiration in their eyes.
At the same time, the sound of the piano rose everywhere, turning into murderous aura, like the sword in the hands of a general, and the inspiring military morale on and off the city wall, like the flying flag of victory!
The sound of the piano once again shattered the demonic sound of Guiyuan, and it suddenly moved forward, sweeping away like a fleeting shadow.
The wind-like sound of the piano swept over the male disciple who blew himself up.
A giant man whose body keeps shrinking.
Boom!
As a voice sounded, his body was no longer there, and a blood mist was sprinkled.
At this moment, countless people were shocked, and there was silence around them.
this……
Where does the sound of the piano come from?
"Where does the sound of the piano come from?" Xu Yuyan murmured to herself.
Senior sister in green shirt pointed at Ye Qingcheng, "Fuxi Qin, that's Fuxi Qin."
However, a red phoenix was seen flying out of the blood mist, swirling around Ye Qingcheng. As three phoenix chirps sounded, the bloody Fuxi Qin appeared in Ye Qingcheng's arms.
Humans and piano become one!
"It's the integration of human and piano!" Senior sister in green shirt shouted in astonishment: "Ye Qingcheng has achieved the integration of human and piano!"
Everyone was stunned.
In the Three Thousand Techniques, there is also the integration of human and magic, which means that after practicing for many years, the magic weapons and one's own body are integrated together to achieve this effect.
But it's hard to do.
Ye Qingcheng is just a new disciple of Sanqianshi, how did she do it? "Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons." An excited voice sounded, and He Hui's brother He Jinnan was seen walking towards the spiritual world.
Lu Gu Che looked at the young man on top of the ancient car as if he had discovered a treasure, "I was drunk and looked at the sword with the light on, and the dream came back."
Jiaolian camp... Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers are burning, and the sound of fifty strings is heard outside the Great Wall. Good! Good! Excellent! Excellent! Ye Wuhen, such a good poem was actually recited by you! I didn't expect you to have such a thing
Talent, you really surprise me!"
He Jinnan is a steady person, but he has a hobby, reciting poems and painting, and sometimes he is so immersed in it that he forgets everything!
Hearing He Jinnan's voice, everyone remembered the boy's poetry recital. Every word was a good poem and a good word, which could make a man's blood boil in an instant!
Lu Wenshan looked at Qing Ge with admiration like a young daughter-in-law, not to mention Bai Liuyun and his son.
Ye Qingcheng in the distance looked at Qingge with a smile.
The poems recited by the young man brought her piano music to the extreme and helped her from the side.
Qingge coughed dryly.
When the music sounded high, she instantly thought of these lines that she liked most in her previous life, and blurted them out. Unexpectedly, they attracted He Jinnan.
"This poem was not written by me..."
"Brother Ye, stop being so modest." He Jinnan interrupted her: "When you are free in the future, come to my house more often."
"oh."
"..."
On the other side, cheers rang out.
Liu Yan'er walked over and hugged Ye Qingcheng, "Okay, you have actually mastered the ability of combining human and piano. You are worthy of being our group favorite."
The term group favor was taught by Empress Ye.
She said that Ye Qingcheng was the group favorite.
Long Shitian smiled, "It really scared me to death. Fortunately, there was no danger."
The disciples of the Seven Swords Sect came over and said, "Junior Brother Long, that sword strike you just made was so cool. You have to teach me when you get back and show me how to do it."
"Is this Qingcheng girl your sweetheart? It's really amazing that she can achieve this at such a young age. She has become famous in one battle before she has even crossed the ocean of enlightenment! There will definitely be a place for her in the next three thousand lives."
"Let me see, this girl is very likely to become the future successor of the Shenyin Clan. Didn't the founder of the Shenyin Clan say that the next successor will not be passed down sequentially, but must meet the most basic conditions.
That is the unity of human and piano."
The words of several Seven Swords Sect disciples attracted the stunned Shenyin disciples.
The green-shirted senior sister came over and said, "Junior Sister Ye, your talent is above ours. In the future, we will have to take care of each other in the Shenyin Clan. I hope we can put an end to the past and turn our hostility into friendship."
Ye Qingcheng nodded.
The sword-wielding senior brother from the Shenyin Tribe wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Junior Sister Qingcheng, I am so wrong, but can you tell me how you did it?" On the edge of the ocean not far away, Xu Yuyan clenched her hands tightly.
He held his hands, his sharp nails deeply embedded into the flesh of his palms.