The current senior one in Qingzong was also the Supreme Patriarch of Linghe Sect in Dizhou in the past.
Its name is Dugu Changkong.
Commoners and straw sandals, return to nature.
When he arrives, everyone has to turn around and take a look, feeling respectful and not daring to conflict with him.
"Fellow Taoist Dugu."
Some old guys showed themselves and bowed their hands in salute.
Dugu Changkong nodded politely in return.
Then, Dugu Changkong didn't have time to chat with everyone. He took countless steps and arrived near Ziyun Mountain in a few breaths.
Immediately afterwards, I saw him sitting cross-legged in the void, not afraid of the power of heaven and earth, with a calm expression.
"Buzz!"
A dark red guqin appeared in front of him. It looked like it had been aged for a long time, with mottled marks everywhere.
"I would like to play a piece of zither to help the Sword Immortal."
After the words fell, his old and withered fingers gently rested on the strings.
"Ding..."
The first string was plucked, and the sound of the piano began.
The sound is like the chirping of birds, crisp and sweet. It is also like the sound of water, endless.
With the rippling sound of the piano, Li Muyang seemed to feel that the pressure had been reduced a lot, and he felt a little more confident when facing the phantom of the ancient bronze bell.
Li Muyang turned his head and glanced at Dugu Changkong not far away, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
The sound of this piece of piano is enough to increase Li Muyang's combat power by several percent.
Qingzong's unique secret technique was originally only ranked among the best, but not at the top. Later, Dugu Changkong integrated his life's insights into it, and the ups and downs were mixed into the sound of the piano.
As a result, the seemingly ordinary sound of the piano was directly transformed into a war song. Although it could not compare with the sound of the great avenues of heaven and earth, it could reduce the burden of the swordsman in the middle of the game.
"war!"
Li Muyang was covered in rays of light, staring at the ancient bronze bell with bloodshot eyes. The sound of the piano and the sound of the avenue echoed in his ears, and his body seemed to be torn apart by invisible forces. Even so, the Taoist heart remained stable and indestructible.
He looked up to the sky and roared loudly, and his sword struck out with thunder.
Thousands of miles of void turned into powder, and the Eight Methods shattered into slag.
The extremely sharp sword light pierced the ancient bronze bell, causing the ancient bell to tremble slightly and make a deep sound of "dong dong".
The ancient bell vibrates and the sound of the Tao spreads.
Dugu Changkong, who was playing the piano, was also targeted by the will of heaven and earth because of his involvement in this war, and some pressure followed.
Whoosh——
A strong wind blew up, overturning the tens of thousands of miles of space in Dugu Changkong, leaving him in a broken dimensional world that could be swallowed up by the chaotic space at any time.
The whole body is covered with the frightening aura of Dao Law. Dugu Changkong's expression remains unchanged, his eyebrows lowered and he plays the piano.
There are many plans for this move.
The relationship between Sword Immortal and Chen Qingyuan is not as simple as it seems on the surface. They are most likely protectors.
Not long after, Dugu Changkong will rush to the Demonic Abyss and will not be able to come back alive. Before dying, if he can help the Sword Immortal survive the disaster, it will not only create a good relationship for Qingzong, but also indirectly help Chen Qingyuan.
As for his own injuries, Dugu Changkong didn't care at all.
As long as he still has one life left, he can use the sealing method to stabilize the power of the Demonic Abyss.
"A song of sorrow plays all the joys and sorrows in the world."
A very few bosses had some of Qingzong's secret techniques, and they heard the music played by Dugu Changkong and secretly said.
"This song is extraordinary. It can compete with the sound of heaven and earth, and it improves the sword immortal's combat power."
A group of powerful people were very surprised. They were sure that this was not a simple Qingshang song, and it must have been improved.
"How can a mere mortal defeat the shadow of the Imperial Armament and the power of the Great Dao? The outcome of this battle is already determined."
Although many people admire the sword fairy, they are not optimistic about the outcome of this battle.
If it were before, Chang Geng Sword Immortal would have had a slight chance of defeating the incarnation of the will of heaven and earth and ascending to a higher position.
Now, there is no hope.
The ancient bronze bell possesses the power to suppress the world. No matter how hard the Sword Immortal tries his best, he can't force it back. At most, he can only make the ancient bell shake a few times, and that's it.
"Is it really unshakable?"
Every sword struck by the Sword Immortal contains the power to suppress countless strong men in the world, or it can split the stars and cut off the sea of stars.
However, the surging sword power was powerless against the ancient bronze bell.
"clang!"
At this moment, the incarnation of heaven and earth slapped a palm towards the ancient bronze bell.
The vast power of the law of the great avenue was instilled into the ancient bell, allowing it to burst out with a trace of the true power of the imperial weapon.
"boom--"
Even just a wisp of pressure from the ultimate imperial weapon cannot be resisted by ordinary people in this world.
In an instant, Chang Geng Sword Immortal's chest collapsed, bleeding from seven holes, and the Guiyang Sword in his hand made a "clanking" sound, which was extremely frightening.
"cough......"
Outside, Dugu Changkong also received a bit of backlash, and a few wisps of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Even though he was injured, he never stopped playing the piano.
If the sound of the piano is interrupted at this time, the power of the great avenue and the pressure of the imperial soldiers will all fall on Chang Geng Sword Immortal, and it is very likely that he will fall instantly.
"Is this road still not going to the end?"
The sword fairy felt endless pressure, and it was difficult to move his body. Holding the sword in his hand, it seemed that all his strength had been drained, and he still had no strength to fight.
"clang--"
The shadow of the emperor's soldiers can suppress the Chang Geng Sword Immortal who stands at the top of the world. I don't know what kind of grace the real emperor is. Listening to the sound of the bell resounding throughout the nine heavens, all the heroes in the world trembled, with horror on their faces.
"Even if I die, I will die on the way forward."
Li Muyang’s Taoist heart is indestructible.
Dragging his heavy body, he took steps forward.
"Da da da......"
With every step he took, Li Muyang felt his body being pulled by a huge force, causing him unbearable pain.
Li Muyang gritted his teeth, raised the sword in his hand again, burned his life essence and blood, and decided to bloom the last ray of afterglow in his life.
"Changyu Seventeen Swords..."
This is the swordsmanship that Li Muyang spent his entire life creating, and he displayed it all at this moment without reservation.
The monks watching the battle watched intently with horrified expressions.
The powerful swordsman is trying his best to record the swordsmanship performed by Li Muyang. The art of swordsmanship emphasizes the meaning rather than the form.
However, this is the form of Li Muyang's swordsmanship, and no one can ignore it. It must be included in the book. If there is good luck in the future, maybe some true meaning can be understood from it.
The shadow of the sword is like rain, spreading all over the sky.
As fast as lightning, it cannot catch sword marks.
The sword roared like a dragon, roaring for nine days, and its power was so powerful that it shattered the sky.
Having exhausted all his strength and burned part of his life, Li Muyang stood high in the sky, his body trembling and his breath disordered. A gust of breeze might knock him down.
Looking at the ancient bronze clock in front of him, Li Muyang felt sad, his chapped lips trembled slightly, and his bloodshot eyes showed no fear of death, but he was somewhat calm and did not regret his move.
"boom!"
Several cracks suddenly appeared in the shadow of the ancient bronze bell.