When Yun Lei heard the sound of the pipa, she felt upset. Every time the sound of the pipa was played, her heart beat a beat faster.
The sound of the pipa became louder and louder, and her heart beat faster.
Later, it became even more urgent, and my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.
I suddenly felt dizzy.[
Although Guan Minghan was stronger than her, he had to use his magic power to maintain the Purple Soul Pearl and also use his mind to resist the attack of the pipa sound. It was also extremely hard.
Seeing the purple soul bead's light getting darker and darker, the aperture getting thinner and thinner, a few fierce monsters even broke through the aperture and rushed in.
Although it was immediately torn into pieces by the aperture, its power was obviously much smaller.
There was a proud smile on the monkey-faced man's face, and he played the pipa more and more urgently...
Suddenly a 'Ding Dong' sounded, and a wisp of piano sound came in.
The soft rhyme is delicate, like the night wind shaking a tree, or like a peach pistil just opening. Although the sound of the pipa is loud, it can never overpower the sound of the piano.
As soon as the sound of the piano sounded, the countless monsters stopped attacking. After a few more sounds, they actually swayed and danced to the sound of the piano.
Yun Lei suddenly heard the sound of the piano, and her heart seemed to be hit hard, and she jumped up. Guan Minghan saw Yun Lei's expression was strange, and couldn't help but ask: "Mei Lei, what's wrong with you?" Yun Lei murmured: "
Yes...he is coming, he is coming..."
The sound of the piano is melodious, like the ice melting for the first time.
Ding-ding-dong-dong drops fell on the rocks and formed a stream.
Under the reflection of the morning sun, it flows down the mountain, flowing through gravel, through shoals, and through the newly sprouting green grass.
The sun is getting brighter and brighter, and the water flow is getting faster and faster.
It's like several streams converging into one place, the water rushing against the rocks, gurgling and splashing.
Rushing to a cliff, a waterfall formed, rushing down the cliff, the water roared, and the snow waves filled the sky...
The monkey-faced man's expression changed drastically, and he played the pipa more and more urgently.
Like a broken silver bottle, like an iron horse at war, it is helpless but cannot cover up the sound of the piano like a spring stream.
Several times I almost harmonized with the sound of the piano...
When the sound of the piano flew down like a waterfall, the pipa suddenly made a 'bang' sound, and all six strings were broken!
The monkey-faced man also spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and his red face instantly turned pale. He fell down on the chair and sighed: "That's it, that's it! I admit defeat! Who is the master, please show up?"