"Ancient ancestors, stone statues across the sky!"
In the endless turbulence, seven huge stone statues appeared out of thin air.
Seven terrifying trends converged, and the turbulence surrounding them seemed to be dead silent.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, turn around and find the shore!" A chanting voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and seven stone statues crossed the sky, like thousands of mountains, suppressing the heavens.
At this moment, the thousands of sword rainbows that were shot out suddenly collapsed.
Seven powerful auras filled the air, and the dark winds around him suddenly stopped.
"Stone statue?" The second-generation sword frowned slightly, and there was a rare trace of solemnity in his eyes.
In these seven stone statues, he sensed incomparable oppression and seven majestic wills.
"Statue of the Seven Confucian Sons?" Qianchuanya avoided the impact of the torrent of rules and looked a little confused.
Qianchuanya had also seen the stone statues of the Seven Confucian Sons before, but had never explored the mystery behind them.
Yuchen's eyes were changing. He actually felt a sense of oppression on this stone statue. It seemed that he had underestimated these seven stone statues in the past.
"Even with the will of these seven guys, you can't stop me!" Erdai said calmly, his eyes like lightning, looking straight at these seven stone statues.
Before he finished speaking, the second generation stepped out, followed by two regular giant swords like shadows.
Bang bang! Thousands of rules turned into sword rainbows again. As the second-generation sword finger was raised, these sword rainbows were like falling stars, heading straight for the seven stone statues.
"After thousands of years, in the blink of an eye, a thousand years ago, the seven Confucian disciples returned from ancient times!"
Mo Che said lightly. At this moment, the guqin in his hand shattered into pieces and turned into ashes.
But at this moment, waves of awe-inspiring energy burst out from the seven stone statues, and they were out of control.
The awe-inspiring aura that emerged turned into seven phantoms, Confucian clothes fluttered, and Buddha's light filled the air.
The sound of chanting books and sutras resounded out of thin air between heaven and earth, and the surging aura of awe formed seven towering mountains under the seven phantoms, which were more than thousands of feet tall.
At the same time, seven majestic wills erupted in the stone statue and poured into the shadow of the towering mountains.
Covering the sky and the sun, seven towering mountains blocked the blood moon from behind.
The whistling sword rainbow fell on the high mountain, like a stone sinking into the vast sea, without stirring up any waves.
Bang! Mo Che arrived through the air. Sitting on a high mountain, the awe-inspiring aura surging around him gathered in his hands, forming a six-stringed guqin.
Boom! Mo Che played the piano, and the sound of fighting and iron horses rose into the sky again.
Accompanied by the sound of chanting all over the sky, the surrounding world suddenly changed. The endless sea of blood collapsed, and phantoms appeared one after another. Some of these phantoms were playing harps, and some were holding swords.
This is the world of martial arts that belongs to Mo Che, and the mighty pressure rolled out, replacing this world.
"As a matter of courtesy, the senior has used the three swords, and the junior will take action next!" Mo Che said calmly, with seven majestic wills condensing on the outside of the strings.
"Kill!" Mo Che nodded. His hands quickly beat on the strings, and a murderous melody floated out.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Nodding and chanting, he raised his head and spoke with awe-inspiring righteousness. He looked up to the sky and roared: "Blood is flowing for thousands of miles, and the corpse is pillowed on Qianxun Mountain. Kill!"
"Senior, this is the first song dedicated to you by this junior, Confucian scholar kills!" The scholar's clothes made a hunting sound, and Mo Che's eyes were like heaven and earth, containing endless pressure. He said lightly.
Bang! The chaotic part of the piano music suddenly sounded, and the awe-inspiring aura of the Confucian scholar's shadow transformed into a tiger and wolf. The tiger and wolf roared and swooped down, carrying with it the mighty rules of heaven and earth.
Bang bang! The world trembled at this moment. The majesty lasted forever, and the rules of Haoran appeared. The third rule controlled by Mo Che.
Roar! The situation was overwhelming. Looking at this scene, many Demon Palace warriors were shocked and turned pale. The roars of the tigers and wolves were like huge thunders, exploding deep in their souls.
The Jade Emperor's guardians were all excited, raised their swords, and killed!
The killing intent below is overwhelming, and rules are emerging in the sky above, with thousands of tigers and wolves swooping in.
"If you have a tiger in your heart, why fear the tigers and wolves in the world!" Erdai said calmly, standing with his hands behind his back, letting the thousands of tigers and wolves pounce on him.
Whoosh! A regular sword leaf appeared around the second generation, and the surrounding area became a sea of swords. The sword leaves were densely packed. As the second generation sword pointed, thousands of sword leaves shot out, setting off a wave of rules.
Roar! The tiger and wolf roared, their fangs and claws crushing the wave of rules and facing thousands of sword leaves.
Whoosh! The sword leaves swept across, and the tigers and wolves were covered with sword leaves. These tigers and wolves were completely unaware and roared every time they took a step.
"The courage of a Confucian scholar, the strength of a tiger or a wolf, who said that Bai Wuyi is a scholar?"
"This music is good. You are worthy of being a strong man in this era." Erdai said calmly, his eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Although this music was terrifying, it could not do anything to him.
How could he be frightened by these tigers and wolves when he had a tiger in his heart? A chill flashed in Erdai's eyes, and the sword lotus under his feet slowly bloomed.
"She also likes the piano very much. Her piano is my heart." Erdai murmured, and the blooming sword lily swayed in the wind.
The dark wind blew in, and the sword lotus flew around, falling under the second generation's fingers, and turned into a five-stringed guqin.
The harp has six strings, but one string is missing. My heart is like a tiger, and only one string is missing.
Let the tigers and wolves roar in the sky and the earth, and the carnage becomes a sea. The second generation's eyes are only on the piano, and a beautiful shadow emerges in the heart.
Entering the reincarnation, rebelling against the God of War, searching for the fragrant soul, chasing the traces of the fragrant fragrance, reaching out to catch the fragrant trace, holding the ten fingers together, it turned into the orchid soul and turned into endless mortal world.
"I can also play this piano!" Time seemed to fall into eternity, and as if it was just a blink of an eye, the second generation raised his head, looked at the billowing figures of tigers and wolves, and said calmly.
"Chaos is born, broken!" The sword of rules in the second generation's hand dispersed, and he played the piano with one hand, snapping his fingers and expressing his heartfelt tenderness.
My sword is all over the world, and my heart is for you. I am all my life, just for you and me to cross the orchid boat in the next life, meet the ancient pavilion, and continue the covenant in the previous life.
The sound of the piano was ethereal, and the chaotic rules merged into the sound, touching thousands of tigers and wolves. The tigers and wolves roared and actually bit each other. The phantoms shattered and turned into awe-inspiring rules, blending into the world.
"The Piano of Chaos!" Mo Che's eyebrows were raised slightly. The music had just reached the chaotic part, but the second generation's piano sound interrupted him. Originally, his own state of mind was also affected by the chaotic music.
It was so high that I couldn't go on.
Boom! The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Mo Che raised his head, with endless killing intent emerging in his eyes, "Monk Kill, this is the second piano piece dedicated to the senior by this junior."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Che nodded and played the harp, and the murderous intent in the sound of the harp increased again. The sky and the earth were scarlet, as if blood could ooze out at any time.
Kill! Kill! Kill! The sinister wind burst out, setting off a monstrous space wave.
"Once the foreign enemies invaded the God of War, the martial arts cultivators rushed to the common people and wept." Mo Che's deep voice blended into the roar that filled the sky, and the sound of the piano was high.
Kill! Kill! Kill! The monks holding swords opened their eyes one after another, revealing endless killing intent. They looked up to the sky and roared: "Courage like a bear, eyes like a wolf, practice the war sword, kill for nine days!"
Bang bang! A monk who transformed into an ancient guardian stood up and walked out with a war sword, and the momentum surged out.
Thousands of monks stepped into the void, and the sword leaves immediately collapsed. The tigers and wolves fighting each other stopped one after another and looked up to the sky and roared.
Thousands of monks straddled tigers and wolves, wielding swords, and galloped into the sky, shocking the minds of all the warriors present.
"When a strong man finishes fighting, he sleeps on his enemy's corpse when tired!" Thousands of Confucian scholars recited aloud, and the majestic rules were implemented, spreading a huge net, covering the entire sky.
The mountain skyrocketed again, reaching several thousand feet in height.
The pervasive chaotic rules completely collapsed at this moment. The second generation raised his eyes slightly and looked at the mighty tens of thousands of monks, with a rare hint of fear in his eyes.
Monks kill! kill! kill! kill!
Cracks appeared on the sword lotus under his feet, and the world trembled crazily.
The general trend is constantly impacting the soul of the second generation. The second generation shook his head slightly, his eyes stopped on the strings and murmured: "Ask the world, how much smoke and dust ends up not being the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, the song of Li Ge!"
The second generation's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and the sword lotus petals fell on the strings of the piano, making a clear and sweet sound.
Exhortation! The second generation raised his left hand, crossed his legs, and sat on the sword lotus. The silver strings were plucked, and the blurred sound of the piano drew a shadow through endless reincarnations.
Thousands of monks galloped over to listen to the sound of the piano, and a beautiful figure danced among the thousands of troops with the sound of the piano...
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