Du Haiyue is good at music, is she the only one in the world who is good at it? Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The corners of Ye Hanxiang's mouth smiled coldly: "Ye Zirou, today, I'll let you take a look - how did your little uncle break your broken piano!" ”

"Okay, just let the horses come!" Ye Zirou stared at Ye Hanxiang coldly and said, I don't know, she has mastered all the details of Nangong Lieyan.

- Wait a minute, if all the people in the audience knew that the master of the Tianji Gate they loved was actually the new Demon Emperor, hehe, I don't know how they would feel! Ye Zirou really did her homework this time. Come prepared.

Ye Hanxiang recited a mantra, urging the Demon Whip to attack quickly, Ye Zirou controlled the scabbard with both hands, no matter how Ye Hanxiang hit, she controlled the tone that came out, all of which were dull and soft voices.

Even the disciples in the audience, those with lower mental power are about to fall asleep!

"Hmph, this sound integrates my intention - wind and thunder!!" The corners of Ye Hanxiang's mouth were slightly hooked, and after understanding the pronunciation of the entire scabbard, he suddenly and quickly waved the Demon Damage Whip in his hand.

"Zheng~~" A low whistle sounded, and then the second and third sounds became coherent, and it turned out to be a tune.

The whip in his hand danced extremely quickly, and the scabbard in Ye Zirou's original hand changed from the previous dull and soft tone, and the demon whip slashed mercilessly on the scabbard, emitting an extremely fast-paced, sometimes low and sometimes passionate piano sound.

Although it is not as exciting as the mountains and flowing waters, it is as magnificent and magnificent as the soldiers and horses of ten thousand armies crossing the grassland. The disciple who was originally only sleeping was instantly awakened by the sound of the Demon Whip. They all stared at Ye Hanxiang's figure waving in the air with wide eyes and obsession.

- Like a god, like a demon.

In the air, Ye Hanxiang's whip method hit faster and faster, Ye Zirou could only retreat step by step, and now the sheath in his hand was whipped by the demon and smoked-

But Ye Hanxiang is like a fascination, and the speed is still getting faster and faster. At this time, it was impossible to evacuate the scabbard, and Ye Zirou could only control the scabbard with strong internal force to resist the power of the Demon Whip.

The sound of the piano is like an angry roaring sea, rushing towards it, making people shudder; It is like the confrontation between the two armies on the ancient battlefield, and the soldiers are impassioned and enthusiastic;

Everyone only heard this passionate music, but they didn't know that Mo Xuanjian had run out of oil as if the lamp had run out, and his body trembled as if he had let out a low prayer sound: "Hum" "Hum"......

"Useless stuff!" Yezi snorted softly, and then slapped a palm on the scabbard, forcing it to continue to respond to the enemy. The glamorous pattern formation of the past has long since disappeared, revealing the cyan sword body that has been whipped by the Demon Whip one by one.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color. Ye Hanxiang's speed has increased by one point, and it is as fast as light and shadow. The Demon Whip in his hand had already turned crimson with constant attacks. It's like forging in a steel furnace.

"Ahh The crowd exclaimed. Mo Xuanjian broke off in response!

The wind and thunder never stopped.

The people present had already covered their ears, and Ye Hanxiang's movements seemed to hit the entire earth, deafening. It was like a dense raindrop hitting everyone's chests, as if it was about to wake up the tens of millions of people in the entire Chinese continent -- the sound was endless.

- "What kind of song is this......?"

"Stop her!"

Just when everyone was about to go crazy, the sound of the piano on the scabbard turned-

"Zheng~~" The last contending sound is long and long. The scabbard also snapped. The sea in the distance finally returned to calm.

The thick internal force of the Demon Whip ran through the scabbard to Ye Zirou. "Poof—" She spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"You've lost." The Demon Whip swung into the air, and then quickly became smaller. Ye Hanxiang stood in the wind and whispered.

Ye Zirou spat a mouthful of blood fiercely, and asked unwillingly, "What kind of song is this?" ”

"Wind and thunder." She stroked the Demon Whip.

"Haha, wind and thunder! Yes, but do you think I'm going to lose? Ye Zirou smiled coldly.

When everyone was puzzled, she suddenly knotted her hands and recited a long list of strange incantations.

Nangong Lieyan's face on the seat changed greatly. Spiritualism! Ye Hanxiang's soul had just come together, and at this moment, she couldn't withstand the devastation of soul magic. But as soon as he was about to get up, Shui Nian beside him handed over a tea bowl.

"Lord God must be thirsty, disciple is bold, and please God punish." Having said that, his body was still kneeling, his hands were raised above his head, and he brought the tea to Nangong Lieyan.

Nangong Lieyan sat in his position, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart. In ventriloquist he asked, "Damn it, you dare to threaten the deity!?" I don't care about you!! ”

Shui Nian still bowed his head, and said in a ventriloquish voice: "Shui Nian doesn't dare-"

Hua Cen Shangjun on the side seemed to see something, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?" Isn't it just a cup of tea? If you don't drink, I drink! "Then he made a gesture to take it.

Nangong Lieyan's face was very ugly, his eyes were cold and he glanced at Shui Nian, and drank the bowl of tea with his long arms.

In the center of the stage, Ye Hanxiang was originally standing on the high platform, but she found that since Ye Zirou recited a long list of spells, the scene around her changed suddenly.

In front of him, he was back in the illusion he had before.

She heard someone say, "Hurry up~Hurry up~"

Is this voice the voice of water?

Ye Hanxiang's heart skipped a beat-no, she was obviously competing with Ye Zirou. Why did you come back into this fog?

"Ye Zirou, don't be greedy for life and afraid of death! Come out! Ye Hanxiang went up to the white fog and waited for a fierce whip.

However, Ye Zirou didn't come out, but the voice next to her ears was getting closer and closer.

Then, she heard a voice beside her say, "Ye Hanxiang, I'll give you a chance to see the facts you want to see but don't want to see!" The voice was sharp and harsh, creepy—it was Ye Zirou.

"Ye Zirou, don't make a fool of yourself, get out of here!" Ye Hanxiang turned around, constantly searching.

At this time, when the audience saw that neither of them moved, they wondered, hey, why didn't these two people move? However, while Ye Hanxiang closed her eyes, she was still shouting over and over again in her mouth: "Ye Zirou, you get out of here!" ”

But Ye Zirou is obviously standing in front of her?

Looking at Ye Zirou again, she also stood on the stage with her eyes closed.

This is a strange thing.

The disciples were talking in the audience. On the stage, Nangong Lieyan's face was so black that he could drip water.

At this time, someone said: "In my opinion, it seems that Ye Zirou used some kind of spell to enter Ye Hanxiang's dream or illusion." ”

"Well, that makes sense, this should be the legendary Contra, right?"

(To be continued.) )