Chapter six hundred and eighty seventh piano sound
A sword shadow extended from Ye Chen's fingertips, the sword's intention became substantial, and the silver sword energy continued to flow on the surface of the sword shadow.
Immediately, the shadow of the sword turned into a long rainbow and fell like a falling star. Yue Feng's figure paused, with a look of astonishment on his face. At that moment, he seemed to feel that everything around him had stopped.
Black energy and white energy emerged in the void, forming a yin and yang fish.
And Yue Feng's figure was being shrouded by the book of Yang fish. Looking at the sword shadow coming from the [ji], a hint of disbelief flashed in Yue Feng's eyes.
Raising his sword, Yue Feng calmly swung his sword forward, and his sword energy [ji] shot out.
However, at this moment, clusters of silver sharp flames emerged out of thin air, directly submerging the sword energy and turning it into nothingness.
Under the yin and yang fish, the surroundings of Yue Feng seemed to be still again. At this moment, Yue Feng actually stagnated for a moment and did not draw the sword. Let the shadow of the sword hit his chest, and the figure retreated wildly.
A trace of blood dripped slowly. Yue Feng looked at the blood shadow standing in the void and the Yin Yang fish above his head in horror, and said in horror: "How is that possible!"
Seeing this scene, Huo Qilin was also surprised and said: "Four generations, life and death are eternal!"
"It seems that the blood energy contained in the fourth-generation Moon God Pendant has completely revitalized the blood in his body. Haha, the fourth-generation blood after awakening!" Xiao Ziyun murmured.
Ye Chen's face was pale, and the shock in his eyes was no less than that of Yue Feng. He raised his head and looked at the round of yin and yang fish in the void.
In an instant, the yin and yang fish also shattered again, turning into starlight and scattering.
The energy of black and white was still flowing in Ye Chen's eyes. Previously, he clearly felt that everything around him was still. Even though it was not for an instant, Ye Chen could still clearly feel it.
As long as the true energy is injected into the eyes, that feeling will appear. However, Ye Chen also found helplessly that in just this moment, the true energy in the body was consumed.
The whole audience gasped, looking at the blood red at the corner of Yue Feng's mouth in the sky as if he had seen a ghost. The shock at this moment was no longer enough to express the shock in everyone's hearts. Ye Chen, who had been like a dead dog before, was actually hit by Yue Feng.
Especially Yue Jingxian, no one knows the strength of Yue Feng better than him.
"How is it possible that someone who exists like an ant can actually hurt my father!" Eyes narrowed, Yue Jingxian suppressed the shock in her heart and continued to face the offensive of Mu Chen and others.
Mu Chen wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on Ye Chen from afar, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "This is like the real you!"
With the eighth sword, Ye Muwan's palms were already sweating. If Ye Chen could sustain two more swords, he would be safe today.
"Old man, you don't want to kill me. I'll give you this chance. Come on!" Ye Chen raised his left hand indifferently and moved forward. The faint space wave slowly spread around with Ye Chen as the center.
Go, a bloody suit makes a hunting sound.
Ye Chen smiled indifferently and looked at Yue Feng expressionlessly. "Although his true energy has recovered a lot, the gap between him and Yue Feng still cannot be made up. Even if he dies, he still has to fight. Under the martial arts, everything will be done."
"Ant, only one adult out of a thousand spiritual warriors." In their eyes, Hunwu is undoubtedly the most powerful existence. To the surprise of many warriors here, their minds were shocked, and they spoke words of disbelief, but it was like this
Like thunder, it floats above the entire void. He wants to challenge the peak martial arts warriors, no, even Lingwu. No one knows the true strength of Yue Feng. Ye Chen knows that "even if he tries his best, he may not be able to force it out".
Moonwind's true strength.
Feeling Ye Chen's surging fighting spirit, the astonishment in Yue Feng's eyes gradually receded, turning into clarity in an instant. An indifference permeated his whole body, and a powerful majesty slowly emerged from his body.
The void once again became extremely hazy.
Yue Feng looked calm. He took a step forward and appeared above Ye Chen. Thousands of sword chants sounded out of thin air. Yue Feng's momentum rose again. He waved forward casually, and hundreds of sword energy appeared out of thin air.
appeared, spinning around him strangely, and an indifferent voice slowly sounded: "Yes, it's the eighth sword, but I don't know if you can take the ninth sword!"
The sky and the earth suddenly became distorted, and the void gradually became distorted. The earth trembled, and the mountain peaks in the distance collapsed suddenly. The mountain peaks broke apart and slowly flew towards the twisted place. Hundreds of sword energy turned into hundreds, and in an instant the whole
The void was filled with sword energy.
Continuous loud noises shook the void and huge waves spread to all directions without any scruples.
Click! The space was distorted and majestic screams carried endless pressure and enveloped Ye Chen.
The flow of sword energy in Ye Chen's body became extremely slow. At this moment, he truly realized that the strength revealed by Yue Feng just now was only the tip of the iceberg. His body was extremely stiff and he moved away. However, the pressure made Ye Chen
Chen couldn't move at all!
Yue Feng slowly stepped forward in the air, holding a long sword, looking at Ye Chen indifferently, and said: "Martial arts are beyond your imagination!"
"So what about Hun Wu, he is just a relatively powerful ant after all!" A vicissitudes of breath slowly sounded from the void, and then the sound was as loud as thunder, turning into waves of sound sweeping over.
The sword energy that filled the sky broke through the eyes one by one, Yue Feng's figure retreated wildly, and a trace of blood red dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"How dare you, how can anyone else interrupt my business!" Yue Feng shouted coldly, holding the sword, the figure took a step forward in vain, as if traveling through space, appeared above Ye Chen, and directed his sword at Ye Chen
Falling in the morning.
Without restraining his strength, Yue Feng's strength completely exploded. At this moment, the pressure alone completely suppressed Ye Chen and made him unable to move.
At this moment, Huo Qilin and others also truly experienced Yue Feng's strength, which was completely close to the Lingwu realm.
If this sword fell, then Ye Chen would no longer exist in the world, but this sword bounced away before it fell.
A crisp sound of the piano resounded throughout the world, penetrating into people's hearts, as if it was touching the heartstrings of everyone's hearts.
When the flowing water-like sword energy encountered the flowing water-like sound wave, it was directly extinguished. The sword energy dissipated, but the sound of the piano was still floating.
Just this incomparable sound of the piano fell into Yue Feng's ears, but it was like the sound of heaven and earth. He stepped back a few steps and looked towards the sky in horror.
The sky and the earth became extremely clear again, and the mountain peaks in mid-air turned into dust and filled the void. In an instant, the swords in the audience couldn't help but tremble, and there was a crisp sword chant.
An invisible space slowly spread out between Ye Chen and Yue Feng, and a figure appeared immediately, dressed in a green shirt, with long ink-like hair falling messily on his shoulders like flowing water.
The most surprising thing was the guqin on the man's knee. His strong and strong hands were playing the silver strings on it, and the clear sound of sword chants floated out.
Looking at this person, everyone had a very strange feeling, as if there was a brush spilling ink, but it penetrated into their hearts. The swords present stopped screaming the moment this person just appeared.
Ye Chen couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on his face, and then he bowed towards the figure and said, "Ye Chen has seen the master!"
What Ye Chen didn't expect was that the person who suddenly appeared in front of him was Mo Che. However, what surprised Ye Chen was Mo Che's cultivation. In Ye Chen's opinion, Mo Che's bloodline had not yet awakened, but at this moment, Ye Chen
It feels like the ocean.
Putting away the piano, the figure slowly turned around. A smile flashed across his gentle face. He stood with his hands behind his back, his robe dancing in the wind. With this kind of demeanor, Yue Feng seemed inferior to Ye Chen.
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Holding Qin, Mo Che looked at Ye Chen with a gentle face, feeling the breath on Ye Chen's body, and smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for several months, but your hands are stronger. It seems that you have not been neglected in these months."
Martial Arts, just the Musical Arts, can you waste it?"
"It has never been abandoned. There is a saying in martial arts that as long as there is a sword in the heart, everything can be a sword. So if there is a harp in the heart, how can it be said in vain!" When facing Mo Che, Ye Chen's whole body was full of killing intent.
Gradually it receded and his mood softened.
The murderous emotion disappeared again, and Ye Chen's eyes gradually became clear.
Sensing the black and white energy flowing in Ye Chen's eyes, Mo Che's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he whispered: "Reincarnation?"!.