Night Zixiao lightly hooked the strings, and a more desolate aura between heaven and earth quickly spread. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"This song, composed a long time ago, is called the Broken Intestine Song." Ye Zixiao explained softly, but her fingers didn't stop.

Leng Feihan nodded and took it seriously.

The sound of the piano crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, and the desolate atmosphere also crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, and the other nine rings also stopped their movements when they heard this song, quietly looking at Ye Zixiao who was playing the piano, and thousands of students of Yingtian Academy also looked at Ye Zixiao.

Suddenly, many words slowly appeared in the sky, and it seemed to be a poem.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. Leng Feihan muttered, his eyes full of pain and sadness.

"Don't think about it, it's unforgettable...... Mu Hanyan also whispered, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and then slowly closed his beautiful eyes and listened to the music quietly.

"Is this the demon in the heart of Senior Brother Night?" Ye Ze'an asked to himself.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, from unforgettable ......" The onlookers also closed their eyes, listened to the piano music, and pondered the desolation in the poem.

The sound of the piano has not stopped, the condensed words have not disappeared, and the sad atmosphere between heaven and earth has become more and more.

The words condensed by the white aura dissipated in an instant, the sound of the piano became faster and faster, and the desolate aura seemed to be to the extreme.

It's still early spring, but the flowers and trees that have just sprouted and bloomed are slowly beginning to wither, touched by this music, there are songs that can end a hundred flowers bloom, and there are songs that have not ended, and the flowers have withered.

The wind rises, the clouds fly, the heavens and the earth weep together, all things mourn together, and all living beings weep.

Everyone seemed to see a man sitting in front of the lonely grave at the end of the white end, and seemed to see the sadness and pain in the man's heart, and seemed to see the man's thoughts and attachment to the person in the grave.

Before you know it, many people's eyes are moist.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable ......" In an inconspicuous place, a woman in black wearing a veil kept chanting this poem, listening to the song of Ye Zixiao, her heart seemed to be very painful.

Suddenly, her head seemed to ache and hurt, as much as her heart, and her soul seemed to have a faint burning sensation, but she didn't know why.

The woman in black took another deep look at Ye Zixiao and got up to leave.

Ye Zixiao's soul also seemed to have a faint burning sensation at this time, and his heart seemed to have some pain, but when he was carefully probing, these strange sensations had disappeared.

"Who is this? When did the demon clan appear with such a powerful woman? In another inconspicuous place, Jiang Yi muttered as he looked at the place where the woman in black had stayed.

At the end of a song, people have not woken up at the end of the song, and many people are addicted to this music, including cold and cold.

At this moment, Leng Feihan's expression was distressed, and his closed eyes trembled slightly, as if he remembered something bad.

"This song was written by a man, but the man did not hear it, and then someone asked me to give her a song that no one else had ever heard, and I gave it to her, so that only one person had heard it before." Ye Zixiao's eyes were slightly closed, and she couldn't see her feelings.

Leng Feihan's eyes were a little bitter and dazed when he woke up, and finally he was left with gratitude.

"Thank you Yegongzi for your advice, listen to your song, and win the thousand-year-old sword!" Leng Fei bowed and hugged his fists.

"This young man is young, but he seems to have seen all kinds of life, seems to have experienced many unpleasant things, and seems to have loved a woman deeply." Ji Liang closed his eyes and speculated, as if he was still immersed in the sad artistic conception just now.

Mu Hanyan, who seemed to be even colder, nodded lightly, and there was no trace of emotion in his cold eyes, which was extremely cold.

"It's just that the artistic conception of your sword is somewhat similar to the artistic conception of my song." Ye Zixiao shook her head and said.

"I know that the Night Boy is a person who understands swords, and I also know that I am not the opponent of the Night Child, but I still ask the Night Boy to point me with a sword." Leng Feihan bowed again.

"But," Ye replied after a moment's thought.

"It's just its swordsmanship, and it doesn't use aura." Ye Zixiao said again.

Leng Feihan was a little surprised, because he knew that Ye Zixiao's cultivation was not under him, but for some reason he only competed in swordsmanship, but he still nodded.

Ye Zixiao turned his gaze to the audience, saw a young man holding a long sword, and said to the young man: "Borrow a sword, can you?" ”

The young man was a little dazed by the sudden borrowing of the sword, but he nodded blankly.

The young man who was about to deliver the sword saw his long sword instantly fly into Ye Zixiao's hand.

Everyone else was shocked by Ye Zixiao's sword in the air, but Leng Feihan was curious about why the other party borrowed the sword.

Ye Zixiao now has only two swords on his body, one is the Candle Yang Sword given by Night Star Rain, and the other is the Zichu Sword.

The Candle Yang Sword seems to be a sixth-order high-grade sword, and the Purple Beginning Sword seems to be the most powerful sword in heaven and earth.

The two swords can defeat Leng Feihan at their own risk, although there should also be a sword in the ring given by Gong Ruoliu, but it must be good to be favored by Gong Ruoliu, so Ye Zixiao can only helplessly borrow the sword.

"Nine swords of broken intestines, a total of nine styles, do you take it? Can't catch the dead. Ye Zixiao pointed at Leng Feihan and asked seriously.

"Burial Heart Sword, I just had an epiphany because of the music of the night boy, please give me some advice." Leng Feihan said sincerely.

The sword started, Leng Feihan took the initiative to attack again, in fact, Leng Feihan didn't like to take the initiative to attack, but Ye Zixiao didn't seem to like it even more.

What he didn't know was that Ye Zixiao liked simplicity, and if he took the initiative to attack, he would definitely defeat the enemy with one sword.

Although it is a little cruel, the reality is so cruel, Ye Zixiao's enemies have never been these people of the same age, and his enemies are many 10,000-year-old demons.

"The First Sword Love of the Nine Swords of Broken Intestines"

"Burial of the Heart, a Sword of the Dead Heart"

The swords of the two are both fast swords, the sword has no shadow, the person is invisible, but the sword intent is vertical and horizontal.

The first sword intersected, and Leng Feihan had already fallen behind.

"Burial Sword and Sword Punishment Heart"

"The Second Sword of the Nine Swords of Broken Intestines"

The two of them started the battle with their second sword, still without a sword, invisible to the person, but the sword intent was vertical and horizontal.

The sound of swords intersecting was dense, and in an instant, the swords of the two had already touched each other more than ten times.

"Haha, aren't all freshmen bad this year?" Ji Liang, who was watching the battle, said with relief.

Mu Hanyan also nodded coldly.

"Why do you want to borrow a sword when you are so good at using it?" Ji Liang asked suspiciously.

"And just now I used the qin instead of the sword, and the qin is also extraordinary, and this kid is not like a person who lacks spirit stones." Ji Liang continued.

Mu Hanyan nodded slightly.

"This sword buries the heart sword!" The two separated again, but there were a few more cracks on Leng Feihan's clothes, which was extremely embarrassing, but Leng Feihan's eyes were still fanatical.

Ye Zixiao nodded and asked, "The third sword of the Nine Swords of Broken Intestines can be accepted?" ”

"Pick it up!" After a word, Leng Feihan stabbed with his sword again.