Bang Bang Bang Bang ......

The notes of the seven-stringed zither on a cool day were all shattered and fell into the ring.

And looking at the notes of Jiukong Xiao, the red and blue pairing returned to Jiukong Xiao.

"It's my turn!"

Di Xiao shouted softly, only to see Di Xiao slowly click on the second purple page at this time.

"Whose jade flute is flying darkly, scattered into the spring breeze all over Los Angeles. “

Chilling the day, there seems to be something wrong with this, why does it sound familiar?

Liang Tian thought carefully at this time, and slapped his thigh in an instant, isn't this my gray page?

Liang Tian, who was full of question marks, was a little confused, after all, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

But Liang Tian is still a steady person, took a long breath and stabilized his mentality.

At this time, the jade flute was formed, and the notes were like tides, surging up in an instant, which caught the cool weather a little off guard.

Although the quality is different, the type seems to be the same, in that case......

Liang Tian smiled and quietly watched the notes come coming.

"The guest heart washes the water, and the aftermath rings into the frost bell. ”

A frost bell appeared, and then intercepted in front of the notes.

At this time, the countless notes seemed to have become an obsession, and they instantly hit the frost clock in front of them!

Rumble!

Countless poetic outbursts, more terrible than attacking the ancient pages, the ancient pages emanated at this moment.

Boom! Boom!

Hundreds of notes disappeared little by little on the frost clock, and the frost clock was slowly being eaten away by the notes.

In an instant, the frost bell gradually disappeared, and the notes went towards Liang Tian's face domineeringly.

"The seven-stringed zither and the harp, the two are one!"

Liang Tian took advantage of the situation and recited a sentence silently.

Broken seven-stringed kite notes, slow fusion.

Liang Tian smiled lightly and spit out a word, "Tie." “

The colorful notes were like a rope, instantly binding the jade flute, and after the jade flute was trapped, it seemed to be a little flustered, attacking the notes of the cool sky, and unconsciously returning to the jade flute.

Liang Tian looked at Di Xiao and said a few words, "Although this ancient page has a high explosive outburst and the attack index can be full in an instant, it has a shortcoming, timidity. “

"This is the characteristic of the jade flute, so you are not unjustly lost!"

I saw a wave of his hand on a cool day, and a strong and powerful wind hit.

"After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. “

A stack of white scrolls was suddenly offered, and it seemed to be sharp, like the reincarnation of heaven.

The domineering poetry was about to be triggered, and at this time, the god realm of Liangtian was already standing at the top of the pyramid, staring at the flute.

Seeing this, Di Xiao's heart was empty, and he felt that the cool sky at this time was like a demon, and this fear suddenly came to his heart.

"I throw in the towel!"

The flute involuntarily made a sound.

As soon as the voice fell, this fear disappeared in an instant. On the other hand, Liang Tian on the other side was looking at him with a smile.

At this time, the flute was still immersed in the hollow, and Liang Tian smiled happily, "Brother, wake up!"

"Huh?"

The flute reacted instantly, looking at Liang Tian's eyes clearly, without any distractions, which was completely different from before.

At this time, Di Xiao suddenly had doubts and muttered, "How did this change a person in an instant." ”

Of course, Di Xiao's hands and feet were also sharp, and he directly took out a purple page and threw it to Liang Tian, and then turned his head and stepped down.

"Dixiao, have you been trapped?"

At this time, the flute had already returned to his seat, and Jiang Xuan beside him immediately teased the flute.

"What got caught? I just lost the bet. ”

Di Xiao's upright face and cute expression instantly made Jiang Xuan laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Di Xiao was a little puzzled when he saw Jiang Xuan burst into laughter.

Jiang Xuan couldn't help but smile and immediately waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

And muttered in his mouth, "This little heavenly routine is okay, turn this flute around." ”

"What?"

Di Xiao listened to Jiang Xuan muttering there, and seemed to hear the words Xiao Tian and Di Xiao.

Jiang Xuan looked at the flute with a wry smile, "I said, um......"

He said quickly, "I said that the game between you and Xiaotian is too exciting!"

"Really, I don't think it's exciting to lose......

Liang Tian was smirking in the ring at this time, only to see two lines of crooked words written on the purple page in his hand.

"The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are not willing to live in life. ”

This ancient page was just able to pick up the next sentence of the white scroll, and at this time, Liang Tian revealed his heart and sighed secretly, "Now I am lacking some attack ancient pages to strengthen myself, and this flute is really a charcoal in the snow." ”

Now Liang Tian has just learned about the next opponent in the ring, Ming Xiaoduo.

Ming Xiaoduo, Furniture Poet, Illusion Poet, Yellow Sky Stool, Ancient Page Configuration, White, White, Blue, Blue, Blue, Half-Purple, Half-Purple, Purple, Purple, Purple, Purple.

At this time, Ming Xiaoduo had already come to the ring.

"You're just a cool day?"

Ming Xiaoduo looked at Liang Tian in surprise, only to see that Liang Tian's joy had not yet dissipated, and he bowed slightly at Ming Xiaoduo.

Ming Xiaoduo did not hesitate, and directly unfolded the poetry, the five stars of the Thunder Gathering Realm!

The vast and endless poetry poured out wantonly, wandering all over Ming Xiaoduo's body, and the ancient pages shook up and down, shaking.

White, white, blue, blue, blue, semi-violet, semi-violet, purple, violet, violet.

Ming Xiaoduo was a little purple, and then the half-purple was a little turbulent, and it directly turned into a long-tailed stool!

This long-tailed bench, not to mention anything else, is a little strange.

The black rumbling legs and the colorful stool surface.

This is not the key, the key is that the stool is three meters long, twisting and turning, crooked and twisted, and the tail seems to be spliced together by multiple small stools.

At this time, the long tail stool swung slightly, and the entire tail was thrown out in an instant, and the edge of the small stool seemed to exude a faint poetry.

Bang!

All the small stools poured out of the nest, and one by one they rushed to the cool weather like a queue.

Liang Tian was secretly delighted, "This kind of thing, I like it the most!"

I saw Liang Tian take out the ancient page with one hand, put it in front of him, and with a slight touch, the poetry suddenly rippled, and the ancient page slammed out.

"Boya is good at drumming and piano, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. ”

Although Ming Xiaoze is a half-purple ancient page, and my drum and piano seem to be only half blue, one of the characteristics of the drum and piano is that those who come do not refuse to divide things.

Liang Tian thought in his heart, and the notes of the drum and piano were still chaotic and disproportionate.

Aimed directly at the small stool and rushed over.

Syllable!

The notes easily stuck to the stool one by one.

"Devour. ”

Liang Tian's mouth moved, and he saw that the small stool instantly devoured the notes cleanly, and it seemed that there was not even a trace of dregs left.

The devoured stool is directly transformed into poetry that fills the body of Liang Tian, and the poetry of Liang Tian is directly bursting at this time!

And Liang Tian, with the poetry of external forces, did not hesitate and directly pointed out the first purple page.

"Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountains and clouds are not flowing. ”

With the arrival of terrifying poetry, this poetry instantly transformed into a phoenix.

As soon as the gong hou came out, the melody arrived, and the notes came one after another.

Hundreds of notes went straight to that longtail bench!

Rumble!

Hundreds of notes collided with the bench, and by the time they collided, there were already sparks.

Wow!

The sparks lasted for a moment, and the two seemed to have reached their limit, turning into poetry and disappearing into the air.

Flat?

Liang Tian smiled evilly, and then muttered, "This is the time." ”

"After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. “

Liang Tian once again quoted a trace of black poetry, and at this time, the sense of fear came to Ming Xiaoze again, and the domineering poetry was like a little cold coming first, and then the gun was like a dragon.

Charge the momentum, break the army and kill the enemy, and take the head of the enemy!

Now Ming Xiaoduo seems to have entered this situation, and of course Ming Xiaoze plays the role of an enemy general in it.

And Ming Xiaoduo, who was standing on the stage, had weak legs and a pale face, as if he was in a nightmare.

Ming Xiaoduo trembled a little when he spoke, "I, I admit defeat!"

"That's how it feels!"

At this time, the flute under the ring suddenly shouted, "This terrifying feeling, no one knows it better than me." “

At this time, Di Xiao's eyes stared at Ming Xiaoduo in the ring, and his legs suddenly trembled a little......

"This Liangtian leapfrog challenge can also force people to admit defeat, and there are indeed some means, worthy of being a disciple of Deacon Chen Xiaotian. ”

A sneering sneer emanated from the three deacons' seats, and the speaker was naturally Cao Sheng!

"Hehe, the winner is king, aren't you afraid?"

The person who replied was naturally Chen Xiaotian, and the two of them were in the Heavenly Open Realm, with full eyesight, so they naturally saw the ancient pages of the illusion.

The Ancient Pages of Fantasy were naturally discovered by Liang Tian by accident, and when Liang Tian used the white scroll against the flute, he tried to draw out the black poetry, and as a result, this stack of white scrolls formed the Ancient Pages of Fantasy.

"I'm afraid not, but you have to think about who your disciple is facing next. ”

At this time, Cao Sheng said lightly, and Chen Xiaotian frowned when he heard this......