The pleasant sound of the flute sounded in the night.
The moment Ning Xiu heard the sound of the flute, his expression changed.
Mingwei turned her head and looked at him.
Sonic power.
Mingwei raised his head and looked at the sky. It was just July and the weather was hot, but a cold wind came from nowhere and blew past him.
The temperature dropped sharply.
A young disciple with poor skills sneezed.
I also heard someone shouting: "Snow, it's snowing!"
In the night sky, snowflakes fluttered like catkins.
Ning Xiu suddenly jumped up to the pavilion, brushed his clothes and sat down, putting the piano on his knees.
"Zheng——" The sound of the piano jingled.
Ning Xiu used the harp to fend off the enemy. He had always just plucked the strings without tuning the music, but now he straightened his posture and began to play the harp.
His fingers flicked on the strings, and the sound of the piano came out like water. The gentleman's voice was actually played by him with a fierce sound that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks.
When the sound of the piano and the flute meet, one is high-pitched and the other is loud, forming a confrontation.
The falling speed of snowflakes has slowed down, and the temperature has slowly risen.
However, the sound of the flute suddenly became faster, just like a swordsman who suddenly increased the speed of drawing his sword. Each note was like a sharp blade, attacking Ning Xiu densely.
Ning Xiu’s piano music also sped up.
His brows were cold, his lips were pursed tightly, and his fingers danced on the piano, turning into an afterimage.
The younger disciples and minions with slightly lower strength gradually couldn't stand the sound waves, and their attacks became slower and slower. In the end, they were unable to fight and could only cover their ears and calm their minds.
Even the masters and elders of Xuandu Temple also slowed down their attack speed.
Because they must separate their minds to resist the intrusion of sound waves on their spiritual thoughts.
The tune gets faster and faster.
The sound of the flute is endless, and the sound of the piano is as dense as the rain.
Ning Xiu's expression still looked calm, but the curve of his lips became tighter and tighter.
But he is not afraid.
If the opponent is fast, he will also be fast.
When it comes to sound wave skills, he is not afraid of anyone in this world.
But this person's sound wave skill is obviously powerful to a certain level, and there is even an illusion that he may be even better than Ming Wei.
Because the sound of Mingwei's flute was not so violent and lethal, she used the flute more gently, unlike this man who focused on fighting with him to win or lose.
But what is he afraid of? Even if both sides lose in the fight, he will have someone to clean up the aftermath!
Mingwei did not rush in.
The sound of the flute and the sound of the piano resist each other and form a balance, just like two masters with profound skills competing for internal strength. If a third party rashly intervenes, it is very likely that this force will be unbalanced and all three parties will be affected.
She was listening carefully. Although she had great confidence in Ning Xiu's strength, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity...
Mingwei suddenly turned around and looked down the mountain.
Xuandu Temple was in chaos, and there seemed to be a lot of shouting and killing.
It's really strange that the other party mobilized so many people to sneak into Xuandu Temple. How did they keep it secret in advance?
When there are many people, there is a fear of leaking the news. Xuandu Temple is located in the suburbs of the capital, and there are no fewer people than in the city.
By the way, people in Tsing Yi also know how to use paper talismans. Could it be paper talismans?
In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck her mind, and Mingwei understood immediately.
She knew why she felt so familiar.
Because these are the methods she used to defend against enemies!
For example, turning people into paper talismans to disrupt the enemy camp, such as deliberately inducing others to compete in the sound wave skill.
The sound of the flute and piano has reached an incredibly fast speed, and the original beautiful artistic conception cannot be heard at all. The notes are stacked one after another, making it feel extremely harsh.
Ning Xiu was playing the piano with his eyes focused, and blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Mingwei was frightened and shouted: "Sir, be careful..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of the flute suddenly changed its tune, forcing Ning Xiu to follow suit.
But something happened this time around.
The sound of the flute turned into a sharp and long whistle, which suddenly exploded the sound waves.
Everyone seemed to hear a muffled sound in their ears, and their eardrums hurt as if they were being pierced.
"Ah——" screams sounded.
Ning Xiu flicked his fingers and all the strings broke!
"Poof!" He vomited out a mouthful of blood, which dripped on Qin's body.
Looking down, his fingers were dripping with blood.
The breath in the body is stagnant and cannot be mobilized at all.
The sound of the piano suddenly disappeared, and the sound of the flute instantly became the biggest winner and turned slow.
The stargazing platform just now was the arena where the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute fought, but now, the sound of the flute has been taken under its control.
The slow melody is high-pitched and arrogant, like a victor emerging from thousands of armies, stepping on the corpses and bones, stepping onto his throne and looking down at the losers.
Mingwei glanced at the star observatory. Except for her, almost everyone was injured. Even the elders were attracted by the sound of the flute, their internal energy was repulsed, and their heart vessels were severely damaged.
She took a deep breath, tiptoed, and jumped to Ning Xiu's side, then took out the flute behind her and brought it to her lips.
"Ugh..."
The sound of the flute is high-pitched and bright, but the sound of the flute is sob-like, with a naturally sad tone.
The place where it cuts is very strange, not in the tune of the flute, but stuck between two notes.
This cut-in immediately destroyed the triumphal song of the flute, and the king who was halfway through his climb was dragged back into the battlefield of fighting.
But this fight was different from before.
The dispute over the harp and flute is a battle over lethality. The battle over the flute and flute is a battle over initiative.
The flute sound also tried to speed up the pitch, but the flute sound ignored it at all and was still stuck at that point, which made it particularly uncomfortable.
If you don't go along, you can't take away the vitality of the flute sound. But if you go along, you will actively make yourself a slave.
Ning Xiu had already understood at this time.
Rhythm, he fell into someone else's rhythm.
This is not a strange tactic, it just stirs up the desire to win.
Ning Xiu sighed, it turned out that his Qi nourishing skills were not enough.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and a voice came from afar: "Miss Ming, if this continues, we will just fight to win or lose. You can't get the key in my hand, and I can't take back the command talisman. Why don't we just let it go?"
How are your hands?"
This voice belongs to the man in Qingyi.
The sound of the flute ceased.
Mingwei replied: "That's the truth. However, delaying it will be good for me, but not for you."
She is now surrounded by officials, but these stars that strike at night are shameful.
The man in Tsing Yi laughed and said: "But the key is in my hand, and the initiative to get the Order Talisman is also in my hand. You are not afraid that I will walk away and you will never see the Order Master's Talisman in your life."
Talisman?"
Mingwei turned the flute in his hand and said, "Isn't it just a key? Since there is a lock, there is no reason why it cannot be matched. Even if the lock is a bit strange, it doesn't take much effort."
There was silence for a moment, and then he replied: "But do you have so much time? You are not from this world, how long can you wait?"
This sentence hit her right spot.
Mingwei thought for a while and asked, "Tell me, what's the best way?"
In the night wind, a figure floated over, his green shirt like a green leaf, and landed on the stargazing platform.
The man in green clothes wore a bamboo flute on his waist and held an umbrella in his hand. He nodded to her and said with a smile: "Since you have raised the battle flag, how about we decide the outcome in a battle?" (To be continued)