Liu Yunyan seemed to have known that Ye Xiaofeng would attack like this long ago. Her slender fingers twitched slightly, and the sound of nature sounds came out, affecting everyone's minds. Ye Xiaofeng's divine crystal in Ye Shenting emitted a dazzling light, and the tone brought by the music could not bring any trouble to Ye Xiaofeng at all.

When the silk threads were making moving music, the silk threads moved flexibly, spreading out from Ye Xiaofeng's palm like a rope, trying to wrap Ye Xiaofeng around.

"You should use other attack methods! This kind of attack cannot cause any damage to me at all." Ye Xiaofeng said, his true energy turned and his arm struggled, and the silk thread wrapped in the entire arm was very tough and did not break free.

"Never underestimate any attack." Ye Xiaofeng's scene was seen in Liu Yunyan's eyes, and she whispered that the speed of the jade hand waving the silk thread was even faster.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Xiaofeng was firmly tied up by the silk threads, and the silk threads gradually contracted, as if they were about to cut Ye Xiaofeng into countless small pieces.

"Your attack does not have any effect on me." Ye Xiaofeng said lightly, and a glass-colored light burst out from his whole body. The silk threads seemed to have dissolved, completely disappeared, and were refined by Ye Xiaofeng.

Liu Yunyan's face turned slightly pale and returned to normal. The silk threads were the substantial silk condensed by her hard-working and true energy. Unexpectedly, part of it was refined by Ye Xiaofeng in an instant. She felt distressed, knowing that this kind of attack could not cause any trouble to Ye Xiaofeng. If she still used this kind of attack, she would probably still lose her wife and her soldiers.

"I believe that this attack will not work for you now. Now Yunyan plays a song "Tears of Leaving Man" for you." Liu Yunyan whispered, waved his slender jade hand slightly, and all the silk threads were withdrawn, and he looked at Ye Xiaofeng with sadness in his eyes.

Ye Xiaofeng's body trembled slightly and returned to normal. At that moment just now, he seemed to see He Yushi looking at him resentfully.

"Being able to listen to the sound of Fairy's piano is a pleasure in life. It would be even more wonderful if you could see Fairy's dance." Ye Xiaofeng said with a faint smile.

Liu Yunyan didn't say anything, and suddenly her temperament changed. Her extraordinary, indifferent, fairy-like temperament disappeared, and she turned into an ordinary woman full of sorrow.

Her eyes were filled with sadness and looked pitiful. Her delicate and powerless body made everyone unable to help but hug and pity, comforting the sad woman.

In the stands, many people were attracted to this scene and into the atmosphere she created.

"Zheng,,," a piano sounded, as if all things were withered, falling leaves were flying, dead grass was everywhere, and the sky was bleak, and almost everyone's hearts were filled with sorrow.

Ye Xiaofeng was clear and clear, and he was not lost in that kind of sad environment. Suddenly, a stream of spiritual energy gathered between the sky and the earth, forming floating yellow leaves and dead grass all over the sky.

This is not a real yellow-leafed dead grass at all, but a killing blade. Each yellow-leafed dead grass contains powerful attack power.

Ye Xiaofeng took a breath, and the rhythmic attack was indeed extremely terrifying. Although he had known that this attack was extremely sharp, he did not expect it to reach this level.

The sound of the piano triggers the yellow leaves and dead grass formed by the energy of heaven and earth, which makes people immersed in that sad environment and are attacked unknowingly.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng," as the notes played, the yellow leaves and dead grass in the sky flew on the round platform and attacked Ye Xiaofeng.

Ye Xiaofeng used a set of fallen leaves to fly palm techniques. With the help of the atmosphere created by Liu Yunyan, his palm techniques have been greatly improved many times.

The heavy palm shadows were shot out, colliding with the extremely sharp yellow-leafed dead grass, forming waves of energy.

Ye Xiaofeng suddenly stopped his hand, clenched his right fist, and punched it out. In the sharp attack in the sky, a passage was shot out, and unparalleled force rushed out towards Liu Yunyan, like a furious tide, like the power of a comet passing by.

Liu Yunyan's face remained unchanged at all. He held the piano in one hand and plucked the strings in the other.

"Sharp," the tone changed, without affecting the melancholy mood contained in the tune.

The ancient Taoist pavilion, silently setting sun, performed a farewell that was inseparable. Men and women told each other, as if they were saying the loving words of parting. A sad picture was displayed in everyone's hearts. They seemed to be watching and witnessing this farewell.

Just as everyone was immersed in this scroll, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the No. 1 round platform gathered together to form a barrier to block Ye Xiaofeng's attack.

At this time, the sound of the piano made him feel like he had entered that environment. The beautiful scroll and the realistic round platform alternated. With the lingering music, he also entered that scroll. However, the difference was that Ye Xiaofeng could still see through the illusion and see where Liu Yunyan was.

Although he can now use his mental power to force break through this state, he doesn't want to do this, because even if it breaks through, it will probably not take long to enter this state again. It's better to simply integrate into it, as long as the original heart is not lost.

"Zhengzheng,,,Zheng,," the scroll changed, the lover left, his back was lonely, and the tears flowed. At the same time, countless tremendous energy rushed towards Ye Xiaofeng.

Two rainbow lights burst out from Ye Xiaofeng's eyes, and his whole body was boiling, punching out one punch at a time, and the violent energy raged on the round platform, scrolling around, and the bodies of the two were not affected at all.

At this time, Ye Xiaofeng had already seen a little bit. The opponent's attack power changed with the change of his attack power, so that the consumption of mental power could be reduced.

"This song "Tears of Li Ren" is indeed very sad, but this is in the battle, but I don't have the heart to appreciate it." Ye Xiaofeng said lightly, "Take me a style of overlord God Fist."

"Breaking the mountain with one punch." Ye Xiaofeng's momentum changed in vain, as if the overlord who looked down at the mountains and rivers, punched out with one punch, and the mountains and rivers were broken, and the entire space was trembling, as if he wanted to surrender to Ye Xiaofeng's momentum.

The energy that destroyed the world condensed into a wave of attacking it.

"I don't have the heart to appreciate this sad tune, so listen to the tragic music." As Liu Yunyan said, the slender jade hands played faster and faster, the piano sound was high and full of bloody killing spirit.

It was still the same picture, but the sweetheart left and joined the army. The picture changed. The sweetheart was wearing armor and holding a spear to lead tens of people to fight with the enemy. The sound of drums that made people's blood boil, the shouts of cruel killing, etc. formed a scene of fighting bravely.

Suddenly, a spear stabbed his lover, and the sound of the piano turned, and he was sad and sad. Ye Xiaofeng, who was integrated into this picture, felt that the spear seemed to have stabbed him, and he seemed to have become that person.

Ye Xiaofeng knew that these were all hallucinations and his eyes flashed, but when he saw his punch dispersed and disappeared by the invisible force, Liu Yunyan's face turned pale.

Her piano sounds, but it is sad, sad, and painful. The Yiren waited for several years and was indeed a corpse. Her sad pain, the sad sound, and the crystal tears seemed to be imprinted in people's hearts and infected everyone.

The wind suddenly rose and surging, as if the power of sadness turned into rushing towards Ye Xiaofeng. Although he was integrated into it, Ye Xiaofeng could still see through everything. His fists completely turned into glass and waved out. The whole world was filled with fist shadows. Those heavy fists suddenly disappeared, as if they had merged into Ye Xiaofeng's fists.

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the power of destruction was endless. The power of Ye Xiaofeng's punch and the sound of Liu Yun and the qin triggered the attacks of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to collide with each other, and the energy bursts and spreads around.
Chapter completed!