The black mist blocked the sun, and the bloody light shot into the sky. Like the nine springs that were the source of all evil, black liquid continued to pour down, nourishing the burly body like a demon.
Many people looked up and their eyes were blurred. After being dazzled for a while, they still felt palpitations in their hearts. Although they were far away, the powerful and domineering evil aura made them lose control of their minds and unable to control themselves.
Lin Zixuan caressed the body of the piano gently and traced the strings with his fingers. The sharp and high notes of the piano cut through the sky, like countless powerful horses, galloping across the border with great force.
The passionate sound of the piano made the crowd's blood boil, and also made the man in black look gloomy. His will was actually affected by the sound of the piano, giving rise to such absurd feelings as a drop in the ocean?
"Boom!"
A terrifying trembling sound bloomed in the space, and the ferocious blood-like demonic patterns squirmed on Chu Yin's body, making his temperament particularly terrifying, like a real demon general, unparalleled in dominance.
"Whoops!" A stream of light flashed, leaving no one with time to react, and without even seeing it with the naked eye, Ling Tian's force pressed downwards, and Chu Yin's fist struck Lin Zixuan.
Lin Zixuan's face was slightly moved. He hooked the string with three fingers. As he pulled out the string, the sound of the piano sounded in the sky and the earth. It was desolate and solemn. A large shadow of swords and swords appeared around him. With a shocking edge, he suddenly struck at the fist.
go.
"boom!"
The battle platform shook, ripples spread everywhere, Chu Yin's pupils turned cold, and his body released an even more violent aura. Like a horned dragon's arm, he suddenly pressed towards the sky in front, and the phantom of a giant hand measuring thousands of feet came from above Lin Zixuan's head to suppress it.
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Lin Zixuan's expression did not change, but the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and his eyes became colder. The music drifted from the guqin, desolate and tragic, and the world was filled with a desolate atmosphere.
Under the battlefield, many people were infected by it and integrated into the artistic conception of the music. They seemed to see the vast land soaked in blood, the vast sky surrounded by beacon fire, billowing smoke, horse hooves trampling, and thousands of people waving.
With weapons in their hands, they fought together. Wherever they stepped, there were boundless corpses and a spreading river of blood!
This scene was the image of the black and white blood race that was reflected in Lin Zixuan's mind. He blended it into the sound of the piano and played it, but he did not expect that the effect would be so terrifying!
Affected by the sound of the piano, many people breathed rapidly and their eyes turned red. What's more, their bodies became cold and trembling, while the giant palm rising from the void seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and its falling speed became extremely slow.
"Noisy!" Su Hongxi seemed like he couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his palm and pointed. There was a black airflow passing through the space. Lin Zixuan's eyes focused. The fluctuation was unfathomable, like an extremely sharp weapon.
Wrapped in the aura of destruction.
Lin Zixuan's intuition told him, "This finger is more terrifying than the Luangu finger."
Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and Xia Haochu stepped forward and pointed towards the terrifying one, fearless.
The fist was frantic, carrying overwhelming power, and formed a faint force of heaven and earth that pressed towards the black air current.
Even though the momentum was majestic, the speed of the black air flow was not reduced at all. It moved like a rainbow and was as powerful as breaking bamboo. It easily penetrated the fist and ignored his armor, piercing his body, leaving a shocking blood hole in his body.
Lin Zixuan's eyes were scarlet, and his pupils were filled with a crazy color. His fingers moved faster and faster, until everyone seemed to be unable to see the hands clearly, as if the strings of a piano were beating out of thin air.
There seemed to be another image in everyone's minds. In the vast sky, a huge eye appeared. It was evil, arrogant, domineering and majestic. The bodies of everyone who looked at it turned into flying objects in an instant.
Gray and disappear.
Even Chu Yin, who was unconscious, did not care about fighting Xia Haochu at this moment. He held his head with both hands and was in pain.
"Eye of the Dao Demon?!" Su Hongxi felt the wonderful fluctuations. Although his body was trembling slightly, his eyes revealed an unparalleled look of fanaticism.
He quickly pinched it with both hands, and the nine springs were triggered by it, pouring out more viscous black liquid, falling on Chu Yin's body, completely canceling out the terrifying pressure.
The man in black robe straightened his rickety back again, staring at Lin Zixuan with his dark eyes, "You will die miserably!"
"Idiots are talking about dreams!" Xia Haochu shouted and walked away, like a real dragon soaring into the sky. The violent force was unstoppable and headed towards Chu Yin.
Lin Zixuan's eyes flashed and his fingers jumped, causing the pronunciation to change suddenly and the style of the music to change.
With his slightly closed lips, he began to speak softly, "The north wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and a man has ambitions in all directions;
Looking up to the sky, the air is as high as the sky. The sky has no shore and I am the frontier."
The sound of the piano was majestic and majestic, and the ancient war song sounded again. Xia Haochu's body seemed to be filled with golden brilliance, like the god of war coming to the world, unstoppable.
And the magic patterns on Chu Yin's body became more and more complicated, and his cold eyes swept across it, which was breathtaking.
Immediately, their eyes stared at each other, and the light blooming from their bodies collided. One side was golden, and the other was dark.
Xia Haochu punched out, the punch contained the Sanskrit sound of the Great Dao, it was deafening, and he wanted to erase the opponent from this world.
And Chu Yin also punched out, evil and domineering, like a demon in anger, staining the mountains and rivers with blood.
Terrible ripples spread out in all directions, and they kept bombarding, ten times, a hundred times, but no one could do anything to stop anyone.
Until the sound of the piano dancing in the sky and earth rose loudly, Lin Zixuan once again uttered six sentences.
"Set up your ambitions, join the army, win titles, and become prime ministers. No one can compare with you.
"When you become famous, you shine in the scenery, and when you look back at the battle thousands of miles away, it's like dust."
The war songs were as high-pitched and as exciting as drums. The decadent and listless expressions of many people were swept away, and their hearts resonated, and their blood began to boil again.
In the void, the light of the sun broke through the shackles of the blood mist and illuminated the earth, making the nine evil springs violently turbulent, and the fluctuations in Chu Yin's aura gradually weakened.
"Use my blood to carve the devil's hand seal and suppress it!!" Su Hongxi bit his fingertips and shouted loudly. An endless void talisman emerged, cutting off the sun's rays and returning the world to darkness.
This level of fighting made many people's hearts tremble with fear, and even made those elders stare in horror and sigh.
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In the battle arena, only two light waves were seen stuck together. In just a few minutes, the terrifying punches collided hundreds of times, causing the space to tear apart into terrifying hurricanes. Countless energy beams disappeared and then reunited.
Xia Haochu was covered in blood, but his fighting spirit was surging. The more he fought, the braver he became. The kingly aura blooming from the golden-scaled horned dragon made him stronger, and the wound opened by the magic fist healed in an instant.
In contrast, Chu Yin's fists were domineering and evil. The space around him was distorted, and nine springs surrounded him, like a rotating black whirlpool, swallowing up and crushing the terrifying offensive.
"It's terrible, these two people are the most glorious in the world!"
Looking at the raging energy storm, someone whispered, this has transcended the level of monks, and is more like a century war between gods and demons. Every move and every style is at its peak, which is really a visual feast.
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The sound of the piano was slow and clear. Lin Zixuan was plucking the strings with his hands. No one noticed that he had entered a special state. He seemed to be integrated into the music and experienced the world described by the sound of the piano.
He was a clean young man with great ambitions. He joined the army, fought bravely against the enemy, and achieved great military exploits. However, his comrades, who had been together through life and death, fell beside him one by one. Once, he lost his sight and fell into the enemy's trap.
In Fang's trap, perhaps because of God's mercy, he not only survived the desperate situation, but also killed a famous general of the other side. The emperor summoned him and granted him an official title, which made him famous for a while.
However, his hands had become numb, perhaps because they were stained with too much blood. He began to indulge in his darling wife and concubine, and his life of luxury. By chance, he went to the border to inspect the border under the imperial decree. On top of the city tower,
It was shocking that there were several gray-haired old men on the fighting battlefield. When one of them fell, he saw that face clearly, and his heart felt as if he had been stabbed hard by an awl.
That face was his former comrade-in-arms, and now he fell in front of him again. How could he not feel sad? He recalled his ambition when he was young, and suddenly felt ashamed. He took off his uniform, changed his shirt, and got on his horse.
Ignoring everyone's dissuasion, he laughed three times and rushed to the battlefield.
In this life, although we cannot live together, we can die together. Men have dreams, and they should die on the battlefield to protect their families and their country!
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Lin Zixuan opened his eyes. He had an epiphany in the music, and the element of sound entered the stage of control.
He took a deep breath, calmed down, and played again with full concentration. The sound of the piano swayed around like a tide, bringing out the high and passionate youth, the vicissitudes of middle age, and the joy of old age.
When they woke up, everyone seemed to have seen the different life experiences of that passionate young man, and their hearts were filled with anger.
Lin Zixuan's heart was condensed, as if he had entered the realm of all things, and the sound of his piano seemed to transcend the world of mortals, becoming one with the rhythm of heaven and earth. His eyes were bright, his five fingers crossed the seven strings, and he spoke calmly.
"Sighing at the turmoil in the world, things and people are different, the people in the house are all dressed like snow, only the gods are singing!"