With a "Puch" sound, Jiang Chenbi covered his mouth first, then closed his eyes, exposed his little tongue and looked up to the sky with laughter: "Miss Linghu, my uncle doesn't care about your theft, that's all. But you still want to yourself Staying a widow for the rest of your life?"
Qing Qing saw that the golden Bu Yao, which exuded a peculiar fragrance, was still teetering on Shen Bi's head. As he was approaching, he heard an ethereal and clanging sound coming from the distant surface of the pool, knocking on the clouds, and stepping on the ice.
The third trial of the Eight Music Club is about to begin.
Nanxiao and Wenxian were standing on the ice in the cold wind. Looking from a distance, they could see the white robes and blue pendants blowing the strings of the instrument back and forth. The breeze in the frost and snow suddenly dropped drops of water in the pond. They saw two girls approaching. , Wen Xian smiled slightly: "Now everyone is here."
"The sound of nature in the mountains is played by four instruments. When a young man asks for advice, the voice of a young phoenix is clear." After reading the expressionless examiner, he picked up a piece of broken ice at his feet and slammed it towards the shore. Only the ice was heard. The sound dispersed with a "bang", and all the young people present raised their ears attentively. This sound was slightly between the alto change sign and the feather sound. The tone that will appear in the competition has already been born in this startling sound.
The clothes of the four teenagers were falling apart. Although there was a faint reverberation, the unique tune was firmly engraved in the hearts of the four people. The other young children who were not able to enter the competition spread their bright eyes towards the pool. Four people swept away.
In the ordinary Eight Music Association, each of the four weapon masters holds one weapon, and then everyone selects the most famous elder in the world to accept the challenges issued by the last five "young phoenixes". As long as the five sticks of incense burn out before , when the young people play the notes of the examiner on the instrumental music of "Lao Feng", they will be ready for the final battle of the Eight Music Club.
But now there are only two people on the ice, Miyu Huwen and Shaoqiong Linnan. However, Linghu’s leader is nowhere to be found, and Jimo’s leader is still young, so he will become the "three-day guest of Miyu" The leader Ruo Dong counts as one person.
Everyone focused their attention on the three people standing next to them. They were wearing smooth robes and holding a folding fan dyed with animal bone ink. It was General Kong Yuechuan who had "spotted leaves from a thousand miles away".
"Dong..." The sound of the two rows of drums gradually increased from weak to strong. From this moment on, the third trial officially kicked off.
As the wind blew, Linghu Qingqing was the first to rush out towards the pool. A burst of exclamations erupted from the crowd. Even the old bosses with long beards and squinting eyes couldn't help but frown: Mingming Qingqing, who had the upper hand, ran directly towards Mr. Ruo Dong.
Ruo Dong is not specialized in music, so the only one of the four weapons that shines brightly is the Yin Yang Sword.
It wasn't until recently that Qing Qing remembered that he had long lost the companion of the wooden flute, so he picked off a dry plum branch sticking out of the bank, and pointed it out with a "peak falling stone" gesture. Ruo Dong saw the move and backed away lightly. Half a step later, the black and white double blades came out of their sheaths with a clatter and struck straight at the withered plum branches.
The black light of the Yin Yang Sword flashed, slid through the gap between the dry plum branches, and pierced straight between Qingqing's eyebrows. Qingqing suddenly bent down and jumped down, turned over the plum branches with one hand, and scattered the chess pieces with the other hand to meet them. He heard "Collapse of Thunder" "Ben" buzzed, and the white shadow of the sword tip passed by Qingqing's temple, and it collided with two flanking targets, one black and one white.
The plum branch turned over, and a withered petal hung from the withered tip, which was directly handed to the body of the Yin Yang Sword. Ruo Dong was also shocked, wondering how this girl from the Linghu family could be so bold and so gentle. When the Yin Yang Sword asked, they were about to collide with each other.
The swords and plum blossoms intertwined in an instant, but somehow, there was no crisp sound of the mountain collapsing, but a moment of silence, like a rolling stone falling rapidly from a peak. In an instant, it was sucked into the unfathomable heart of the pool and fell into silence.
of the bottom of the water.
Familiar internal energy came from the withered flower on the plum blossom front, and the majestic running water swayed and pushed away. Ruo Dong's palm slipped, and he almost dropped the Yin Yang Sword out of his hand due to the panic in his heart - this child had a branch of dried plum, and Zi Qin "
The moves of "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" are exactly the same.
It's just that although Qingqing calculated the path of origin accurately, after all, the difference between internal and external strength was a thousand times different. He just felt half of his body swaying suddenly, and the ice surface was smooth. He fell back and was pushed away by Ruo Dong's double blades of yin and yang.
He went away. Qingqing half-crouched, with plum branches holding her back as she continued to retreat.
His swaying body finally stabilized. He raised his head suddenly and met the frost-covered Mr. Ruo Dong's eyes: "Sir, is the master like the disciple, pushed to the bottom of the mysterious pool like this?"
Ruo Dong suddenly hung the sword in the air, opened his eyes wide, and let the sharp sword blade rub directly in front of Qing Qing's pupils.
Seeing Qingqing and Ruo Dong already fighting each other, Nan Jiayou suddenly reacted, jumped up with his hands in his hands, and rushed towards the head of Nan Xiao. At this time, both the head and the juniors completely held their breath.
: There was a guy who didn't know the heights of the world and he was looking for a fight, and then there was a guy who was trying to compete with me.
When Wen Xian saw this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Jimo Yao saw four seniors, and now only two were left unchallenged. Thinking that he had just ascended to the position of leader of Beimo, and everyone had lost their momentum before, he threw his long sleeves horizontally and leapt to hand them to the leader Wen.
Wen Xian nodded, raised his zither string and soft whip to greet him.
Jiang Chenbi, who was a step late, looked around, dressed in colorful clothes and running rampantly on the ice. After turning around in a circle, he suddenly turned back, only to find a sound of "boom" from the bow behind him. Shen Bi was stunned on the spot, suddenly
The limbs lost their strength and hung limply. Yesterday, they used the poisonous hairpin to defeat An Yu, but today, intentionally or unintentionally, the other three left Yue Chuan, who was full of anger, to themselves.
Shen Bi took off the poisonous hairpin, with her long red hair hanging down, and threw the golden walking stick full of wormwood on the snow into the silver arrow.
The dried plum branches and the Yin Yang Sword are still intertwined together. Ruo Dong's feet are "Winter Warm" and her hands are "Summer Cold". A glimmer of light flashes through her eyes, as if she wants to quietly tell Qing Qing something in this sword language.
Like. Qingqing used the "Land Breaking Rhinoceros" gesture, his ears were focused tightly, listening to every sound and move in the wind. He turned sideways, and under the residual light of "Sun and Moon", the sword gleamed.
The body rubs in front of the eyes.
Seeing Ruo Dong turning his sword, he was about to come again. Qingqing held the end of the plum branch tightly, and suddenly raised the branch above his head in an unorganized manner, and drew a long semicircle. The plum branch happened to hit the joint between the sword body and the hilt.
Really. Qingqing's wrist was shaken, and he couldn't help but feel numb and let go. Half of the withered plum was broken at the waist, and fell suddenly under the tip of the Yin Yang sword.
The lingering sound of the rumble echoed - double lows turned into the sound of the palace.
Several splinters of wood flew out upon impact, smearing across Qingqing's sunburned face. A few more scratches appeared on the already rough face. Qingqing, however, did not take action or dodge.
, letting the drops of blood scratch down his neck.
Taking a deep breath, Qingqing straightened up the remaining half of the thick wood, swung it and ran towards the light of Ruo Dong's sword again. Just as the sword tip came forward, Ruo Dong moved Tianwen, as if he wanted to straighten the sword blade.
It stabbed directly into Qingqing's heart. Crossing half of the plum branch, the broken wood stood in front of Qingqing like a shield. It was firmly penetrated by the sharp sword blade and forced towards Qingqing's heart step by step.
Qing Qing smiled silently in comfort - HD corner.
Even though the tip of the sword was about to cut through his collar, Qingqing still did not avoid it, pushing it away with all his strength with both hands. He saw the black and white shadows flashing into the plum wood, and instantly penetrated the thick old wood. Break. "Buzz" and then I thought, Qingqing's "wooden flute" has already moved from the double-bottom palace to the high-definition corner sound.
Qingqing arched her body and tried her best to hold the sword back, avoiding the flying sword tip hitting her heart. Seeing that the blade of Yin and Yang had already cut through the green collar in front of Qingqing, Ruodong stepped on the ice and suddenly Stopped in mid-air.
The Yin Yang Sword coated with "Biting San" was still resting on Qingqing's chest. Qingqing bent down like a prawn, only to hear the drums faintly stop, and a big gong that cut his throat was struck loudly. :The alto changes to Zheng Huayu - done!
Before the competition, there were two reasons why no one was willing to choose Ruo Dong: First, Mr. Tianke’s sword was sharp, and his skill training was not necessarily inferior to the two masters. No one wanted to make a mistake and risk their lives. Go; secondly, the Yin Yang Sword is not like the Zheng string and Bai Chi. The sword body and hilt cannot know the position of the key, so where can I find a key between the alto change and the alto feather?
Qingqing pointed out the highest and lowest notes of the sword blade at the same time, and made a powerful stroke. No matter where the standard sound fell, as long as it was included in the range of the sword's sound, it could always be included.
Ruo Dong paused for a moment, maybe he didn't expect that the audio discriminator could be used in such a way. He hesitated slightly, and immediately pulled back the long sword with a clang sound. There was no need to look down, the sword blade directly cut into Yin and Yang. in the sheath.
Hearing the "buzzing" sound next door, the three "old phoenixes" couldn't help but be distracted for a moment and listened intently to the music floating in the air. Yue Chuan didn't understand the pentatonic mode, but he could hear the broken gong. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He looked at Shen Bi in front of him with disheveled hair and a few strands of broken silk hanging diagonally from the corner of his mouth. Then he turned around and cocked the arrow, slightly deflected the shot, and let the poisonous hairpin and the silver arrow pass by. Pass.
When the silver arrow came in front of him, Yue Chuan stretched out his silver bow, "Ye Yin" with his backhand, and fished out the poisonous hairpin. Seeing that it was about to fall into his hand, Yue Chuan padded his palm with his sleeve and let the shining golden hairpin go. It fell sideways into the palm of my hand.
Looking at Shen Bi's side again, there were no extra hairpins in the scattered braids, so he had to jump back step by step. He couldn't dodge left and right, and Shen Bi suddenly closed his eyes, stayed in place, and shouted: " Uncle!" The distant call reached Nan Xiao's ears. Even though he wanted to help, Jiayou took advantage of him. Where could he get the advantage?
Clusters of silvery arrows flew towards Shen Bi's face in circles. A whistling sound was heard, and as if the arrow recognized its owner, it turned around and stabbed downwards towards Shen Bi's shoulder.
Shen Bi'er listened to the strong wind flying around her, how could she still have any courage? With her eyes closed, she couldn't move a step in the same place, when she was suddenly brought down by the silver arrow, staggered, and raised her head to the sky. He fell straight back towards the ice. He heard the roar of the silver arrow hitting the surface of the pool and splashing a piece of broken ice.
Then look at the girl in colorful clothes lying on the ground, like a wounded bird, trembling slightly and unable to move at all.
The silver arrow pierced through Shen Bi's colorful silk sleeves within a few seconds, nailing her firmly to the pool surface without any damage. Yue Chuan drew his bow on his back, squatted down, and used the tip of the golden hairpin to touch Shen Bi's middle finger. A small puncture was made. Shen Bi was in pain and cried out "Ahhhh" twice.
Yue Chuan threw the star bottle on the lying Shen Bi: "Teach me a lesson?"
The sound of silver arrows hitting the ice has penetrated into the high-level melody, which is far away from the mid-level changes. Yue Chuan walked towards Qingqing who had finished the competition, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with his sleeve: "Today Can we have another drink tonight?"
Qingqing finally lowered his head, smiled, and nodded.
Not far from the surface of the Ice Shadow Pond, there was the moment when the string was passing by, and two "clang clang" sounds were heard. The sleeves were slightly above the change sign, and the feather was slightly deflected under it. Suddenly the sleeves were curled up and the string was broken, and the ice surface Empty edges scattered across the ground.
Jimo Yao opened his round phoenix eyes wide and watched as the tail of his sleeve swept past the listening area and then moved to the wrong side.
Not knowing who was making the sound for a moment, Wen Xian covered the tail of the broken string in his hand, wiping away the lingering sound of the North Desert's "Shajiang Zhiyin". The leader of Jimo bit his lips and tried his best to sweep away the withered string. The old wood of the zither was broken at the waist, and the head and tail of the mountain were split apart in an instant.
"boom"!
The sound of thunder and rolling rocks, and a loud noise like thousands of troops, suddenly echoed over the frost pool.
Many thin ice spots suddenly shattered, and the splashing water pillars swayed in the air, and instantly formed into leaping ice flowers. The twenty-one-string old green sandalwood zither in Wen Xian's arms suddenly broke at the waist, leaving only There were only a few hooked silk strings stuck to the sides, and the rest of the broken wood and debris were splashed by the loud noise and even scattered several feet away.
Jimo Yao, the leader of the Northern Desert, had his long sleeves hanging down on the ground, staring blankly at the old zheng that had been split in two, and tears suddenly flowed out. Suddenly, he raised his long sleeves and struck down hard——
I saw only the remaining potholes in the pool surface, and two more water holes were knocked out. The leader of Jimo turned around and let tears roll down his red cheeks.
She remembered that before setting off, her young brother grabbed her sleeves and refused to let go. The old minister left behind by her late father patted her on the shoulder and said, "Master Yao, if you can reestablish the legacy of the Northern Desert, I will do it." Let’s watch the battle at the Eight Music Club!”
Just now, for some reason, Xu Shi's people's eyes flashed with earnestness all came to mind. He hit the long sleeves of Wen Xian Tan Zheng, and suddenly used all his strength to split the strings of the Zheng into pieces. Two halves.
The strings of the zither fell down, as if taking away half of the incense sticks and the notes of Yujian, which were very close at hand, and all of a sudden they broke into Jimo Yao's heartstrings.
Wen Xian didn't seem angry at all. He just picked up a piece of broken zither in each hand and turned his head——
I saw red blood threads hanging on the tail of the white robe, drop by drop of blood falling on the surface of the crystal clear pool, like a group of red flowers in summer, suddenly blooming on the side of the snow-clad dress.
Nan Jiayou fell to the ground, holding his little moonlight white hair tightly beside him.
Not to mention the onlookers from all the disciples on the shore, even Wen Xian, who was very close at hand, couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He kissed his father and his own son, how could Nan Xiao hurt his eldest son to such an extent? Seeing Wen Xian With her eyes wide open and speechless, Nan Xiao snorted coldly: "No wonder everyone gave you an elegant name, 'Duo Xinzheng'. If you can't understand today, I will let you understand!"
After saying that, he raised his plain white hair and struck Jiayou's opponent on the ground.
Mr. Nan was lying on the ground with his eyes closed. Seeing the slowly climbing wind approaching step by step, he used all his strength in an instant, straightened up and jumped up without dodging. He used the "Sky Thunder Pointed Light" to deal with it. Father’s “Phoenix Tower”.
Seeing that there was only one last inch left, Nan Xiao's scalp was about to hit Jiayou's scalp. Jiayou suddenly turned around so that the scalp was facing each other.
Suddenly there was a loud thunder in the sky, and everyone looked towards the field. They saw the moon and snow blending together. The two people's white robes were flying, and a mouthful of bright red internal blood suddenly spurted out from Jiayou's throat.
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Without giving Jiayou a chance to stand up for the second time, the headmaster Nan was blown by the wind. He targeted the back of Jiayou's head and tried to force him hard. Fortunately, Jiayou turned over like a kite on the ground, kicked up his legs, and pressed against Bai Chi.
He handed it over halfway.
One horizontal and one vertical one intersected, and there was a soft "thunk" sound, but it happened to be a high-level Qingyu that was accurate, and it was far away from the listening sound of the competition. Jiayou's whole body was shaken, and blood suddenly flowed from his mouth.
Come on. Regardless of the bright red flowing out of the teeth on his chin, Jiayou still let out a deep groan, pushed hard with both hands, and slashed towards the face with white hair floating above his head.
Unexpectedly, Master Nanxiao Nan let his own snowchip and his son's moonchip scratch open on the palm of his hand.
Before Jiayou could fully stand up, he suddenly raised his hands flat, like a child playing with a throwing pot, and fluttered his white hair in front of Jiayou. Jiayou was momentarily frightened by this strange half-movement move.
I was dumbfounded. I saw the white snow coming out of the wind, rushing towards me, and trying to hit me on the head.
I didn't have time to think about it carefully for a moment, but I just subconsciously turned away, stretched out my hand, and the five fingers suddenly bloomed. I saw Jiayou's five fingers slightly opened, like a new lotus in early summer, letting the round body flow out from the palm of the hand.
Several impatient disciples were already shouting on the stage, especially the Stone Fist Sect, which had a new disciple who liked to show off his knowledge. He opened his eyes and pointed at the stage: "That's the Water Lotus from West Lake."
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Upon hearing this, the other sect leaders, not knowing whether it was true or not, all looked in Wen Xian's direction. Wen Xian was still half-leaning on Broken Zheng, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His faintly twinkling blue eyes were staring straight into his eyes.
He met Nan Xiao's eyes that were about to burst into flames.
Seeing Nan Xiao's killing stance pressing towards his son step by step, Jiayou took action without thinking. Wen Xian finally understood the secret. He simply crossed his chest and said, "What do you think, Master Nan? Xian was not treated badly."
Your precious son!"
After looking at Wen Xian for a moment, Nan Xiao suddenly stepped forward, walking towards Jiayou step by step, leaving clear footprints on the ice of the frost pool where the undercurrent surged.
Jiayou held one pole on each side, stood up unsteadily, and faced the extremely familiar person in front of him.
A white shadow flashed up, and Nan Xiao's white clothes and white hair floated into an aurora, and he rushed in front of Nan Jiayou before he could blink. Jiayou's palms suddenly intersected, and they were crossed in front of him like a shield. Nan Xiao
A palm struck, but it was hundreds of thousands of times faster and more violent "Sky Thunder Pointed Light", and in a flash, it struck Jiayou hard in the chest.
With a sound of "Wow", scarlet blood spurted out like ice-tips, completely splattering Nan Xiao Jing's white robe as clean as snow. His unshaven face was stained red by the heavy blood spat out from his son's mouth. Nan Xiao Jing's white robe was as clean as snow.
With a flick of his flute sleeves, Nan Jiayou was suddenly hit by a strong wind. Nan Jiayou, who had lost the last bit of strength, could no longer hold on and fell down in front of his father.