This battle between Yun Qiyou and Hou Yanqing has opened a new chapter in this decadent world of cultivation. Some knowledgeable elders have heard that in ancient times, there was a rhythm that was performed through musical instruments to activate the true method.
Supernatural power, powerful.
However, this method of music has been lost in the world for many years, and there are only sporadic records in some ancient classics.
Unexpectedly, after seven thousand years, the way of music reappeared in the world, and the impact it brought to the world can be imagined. Even Yun Qiyou never thought that her competition would be recorded in the annals of history.
Her original intention was to test her attainments in the art of music through actual combat. In her opinion, this was just a wonderful magical method.
She didn't expect how much impact this battle would have on the elders.
As "Yangguan Three Layers" was performed, the wind blade whizzed towards Hou Yanqing, but Hou Yanqing was not a vegetarian. The double shadow swords in his hands were once rare wind magic weapons of the righteous Ziwei sect. Although the wind blade flew over
More and more, he was pushed to the edge of the ring, but he was still unwilling to surrender.
The shining sword light cuts through the space, so fast that one can hardly see how he draws the sword. The two swords are like two fan blades rotating with gears, and all the wind blades that are shot at speed, no matter how many, are all
Crushed by two knives.
But, that's all.
Each wind blade was extremely powerful. Even though Hou Yanqing tried his best, he could only barely block the indiscriminate bombardment of the wind blade. He wanted to counterattack, but he had no energy left.
At this moment, Yun Qiyou was playing the guqin with concentration on the ring. His eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be integrated with the demon-suppressing guqin. Occasionally, his fingers would suddenly slide the strings, and countless wind blades would shoot out from the strings like a mechanism and slice through the air.
After passing through a long and beautiful arc, no matter how Hou Yanqing changes his position, these water-like wind blades can accurately hit his location.
Everyone could see that Hou Yanqing had no chance of winning. Yun Qiyou's song "Yangguan Three Pieces" alone was enough to exhaust Hou Yanqing to death. Yun Qiyou used the sound of the piano to activate the wind blade and attack from a long distance.
In an invincible position.
There are tens of thousands of Zhengmo disciples watching the battle, and at least most of them are now around the second arena. There is a sea of people, like countless wriggling ants, all marveling.
When the song is over, the wind stops.
Hou Yanqing was gasping for air on the edge of the ring. His hands were numb and he almost didn't have the strength to hold the knife. His arms and swords were trembling slightly.
Yun Qiyou didn't say anything, nor did she attack again. She gently put the Demon-Suppressing Guqin back into her bag, and then carried the Guqin on her back.
She was just doing her thing, as before, carefully putting away the piano after playing, completely ignoring that she was on the ring at the moment.
After doing all this, she raised her head and said, "I told you, you don't have the strength to let me use Zhan Chen."
Hou Yanqing's face turned pale and livid at one moment, and the look in his eyes was very complicated. He wanted to rush forward and fight Yun Qiyou several times, but his arms were almost completely numb due to continuous chopping for half an hour.
.
He was engaged in a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "You win."
Yun Qiyou said nothing and turned around to walk off the ring.
Suddenly, Hou Yanqing said hoarsely: "Fairy, please stay."
Yun Qiyou didn't look back, he just stopped and looked sideways, saying, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Hou Yanqing asked: "What magical power did the fairy perform just now?"
Yun Qiyou seemed to be stunned, and then said: "This was taught to me by a senior of my Cangyun Sect. He uses music to enter the Tao and uses musical instruments to encourage it. As for the specific name, I forgot to ask that senior."
Hou Yanqing's face changed slightly and said: "The way of music? It turns out that this mysterious magical power really exists in the world. Hou Mou is convinced that he lost today."
After saying that, he drooped his arms and bent deeply towards Yun Qiyou's back.
Yun Qiyou lowered his head slightly as a return gift, and then ignored the exclamations and exclamations of countless people around him. With a little tip of his toes, his slim white body slowly floated up from the ring, like a fairy controlling auspicious clouds, and slowly landed on the ground.
Among the crowd of Cangyun Sect disciples.
Everyone looked at Yun Qiyou as if they were looking at monsters, but Yun Qiyou looked at everyone as if they were looking at idiots. After a while, Yang Liudi shouted: "Little junior sister, when did you learn the music?"
The way? How come I don’t know! It’s so amazing!”
The disciples of Cangyun Sect gathered around Yun Qiyou, hundreds of people on three levels outside and on three levels outside. Everyone was chattering non-stop.
Fortunately, those in the inner circle were Ning Xiangruo and other female disciples. If the male disciples dared to get so close, she wouldn't mind letting Zhan Chen drink his blood.
Ye Xiaochuan and Jie Se were squeezed out of the crowd by a group of enthusiastic guys, and he spat at those guys.
"Isn't it just the way of music? What's so great about it! It's just a small way!"
Someone feels uncomfortable and starts making sarcastic remarks.
Jiese on the side said: "Boss, this way of music is not a trivial way. I heard the master said that it has existed in ancient times, and it is terrifyingly powerful when practiced to the depths."
Ye Xiaochuan kicked the fat man without hesitation and said, "Boss, I said it was a trail, but it is a trail. If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will break your legs!"
Jie Se knew that Ye Xiaochuan was jealous at this moment. He rubbed the butt that had just been kicked and said: "Boss, Yun Qiyou has a harp, and you have a flute. Do you know how to play music? Don't hide it.
Brother me."
Ye Xiaochuan raised his head and chest, lifted his buttocks and contracted his abdomen, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, pointed his nostrils at the warning color, and said: "Of course I can, but I feel that the way of music is just an inferior wild fox Zen, so
Too lazy to practice, I didn’t expect that Yun Qiyou would actually use this little skill to show off on the Duantian Cliff Arena, and won everyone’s unanimous admiration, they are really a bunch of bastards who have never seen the world!”
Just when Ye Xiaochuan was bragging, he was slapped on the back of his head with such force that his eyes immediately went dark.
He was furious, turned around and shouted: "Who, who dares to hit me!"
When he turned around, he saw disciples coming and going and talking about him behind him, and he didn't know who had beaten him just now.
He covered the back of his head, looked at Jiese in front of him suspiciously, and said, "Who hit me just now?"
Jie Se shook his head blankly and said, "There is no one."
Ye Xiaochuan jumped up and shouted: "Impossible, someone just slapped me on the head. You are standing in front of me, how can you not see who it is?"
Jie Se was also confused now. It looked like Ye Xiaochuan was really not pretending. He shook his head and said, "I really didn't see anyone hitting you."
