Mu Dian Ke once saw that when Fang Junhe was in an extremely bad mood, he played the piano and shattered the porcelain and a whole beaded curtain all over the house.

It was then that she learned that just as human beings have weaknesses, everything in the world has a brittle and fatal point. As long as you find this point, even the seemingly harmless three-foot string can have a huge killing and destructive power like a sword.

Different materials have their own sounds, and the sounds that can resonate and destroy them, the timbre range, and even the priority of the sound are naturally different.

Even if two things are made of the same material, there will be slight differences in the sound quality.

The complexity and vastness are like taking a leaf boat in the sea. You can't get it unless you're talented.

She must have briefly touched the edge of the delicate point that could destroy the wind-cutting iron, otherwise the three threads wouldn't move.

But unfortunately, her talent in this field is really limited, let alone mobilize the sound of the piano at will, and induce the strong resonance of the wind cutting iron, just capturing that point of destruction is already difficult for her.

Even if it's hard, always give it a try.

Mu Dianke closed her eyes, trying to recall what Fang Jun had said when she had taught her to read music and rhythm, as well as the fingering he had used to play the piano and broken jade, in an attempt to gain some useful inspiration from them.

"Knock-" A dull string sounded in my ears, as if coming from the edge of the clouds, and I didn't know where it was. There was a roar, and the aftermath was endless.

Mu Dianke's fingertips jumped.

Although the sound did not penetrate her chaotic thoughts, it vaguely led her in the right direction, one step closer to the point in the fog she had been looking for.

"Knock-" was another identical string sound. With this plucking of the strings, a high-pitched and desolate song began out of nowhere, and fell on the streets, shops, and wind-cutting cages around Mu Dianke, which were shrouded in wind and rain.

One tone and one hundred turns.

All her senses and consciousness were mobilized to the extreme.

- "In the end, the wind is stormy, Gu I am smiling, smiling and laughing, and the center is mourning." ”

It was the song "The Last Wind" she played.

Mu Dianke's hands were pulled by someone, and he involuntarily lifted and fell to the lyre, playing with the ups and downs of the song. 、

The man continued to sing: "The wind is finally hazy, Hui Ran is willing to come, don't come, I think."

The singing was gloomy, and the hearts of the people who listened to it were bitter.

Mu Dian didn't know who the person who sang was, but he knew that the person used a real heart in the song and moved a lot of love.

Only by falling in love with the heart can we bring the voice with affection and move people with the voice.

Mu Dian can catch up with the singing with the sound of the piano, and he must not fail to look into the heart of the singer, and he will inevitably fall into his sorrow.

A tear fell on the wood.

Unbeknownst to her, she was the only one present who heard the seemingly ubiquitous sound of playing the piano and singing.

Regarding Mu Dianke's sudden strange behavior, Xin Baige felt vigilant.

Chang Qianfo was very anxious.

Mu Dianke cried. This couldn't help but remind him of the situation a few months ago, when they were on their way to Chuzhou from Gusu to Chuzhou, they encountered Mu Lan's pipa night attack.

But at the same time, he also understood that Mu Dian was not a weak-minded person, and looking at her, it didn't look like she was being controlled. Therefore, there must be a reason why it is too late to explain to him.

He pressed the anxiety in his heart, only quietly observed on the side, and did not interrupt Mu Dianke silently.

Xin Baige suddenly made a move.

Intuition told her that Mu Dianke must have realized something the moment she just closed her eyes and cried. And this variable has the potential to reverse the current situation.

Mu Dianke must be killed before the sound of her lyre becomes a climate.

The dust on her arm was thrown by her wrist, and she pulled out a strong circle around her arm, which was stabbed out, and thousands of filaments suddenly turned into straight steel drills, interspersed with the gap between the cutting wind irons, and smashed directly into Mu Dianke's eyebrows.

Chang Qianfoyan can not guard against her.

The Shen Iron Knife was originally horizontal at his feet, but suddenly it came to Mu Dianke's body, as steady as a mountain range, blocking the extremely powerful life-killing mane three inches away from Mu Dianke's eyebrows.

The back of the knife was flipped and cut down mercilessly.

The dust in the white singer is more than six inches shorter. If it was an ordinary battle, she was not afraid. However, now there is a wind-cutting iron between her and Mu Dianke, although Mu Dianke can't get out, she can't get in, and the distance of the attack is particularly important.

Xin Baige's heart sank, and she hurriedly rolled up the dust and retreated, and a long knife pierced out of the crack, hitting the center of her eyebrows.

Xin Baige was cut with a line of blood on his forehead, and after a few steps back, the two confronted each other across the rain curtain, each looking for the next opportunity.

At this time, the top of the cutting wind cage is less than one person high from the ground.

Che Ying had to bend down.

This gave a signal to the armor soldiers on West Street - now is the best time to enter the palace to win!

Originally, these people were afraid of Liangqing's brutality and hesitated, but now Liangqing called Xin Wei and Shi Diequan to join forces, and the call of victory made these Heavenly Master Taoists who were eager to seek merit become fanatical and brave, and they swarmed towards the wind cutting cage, and launched a final fierce attack.

Mu Dian can continue to play the piano with his eyes closed.

The song sang again: "The wind will come at the end, there will be dawn in the future, the words will not sleep, and the words will sneeze." Knowing its yin, its thunder, not sleeping, willing to say it. ”

Like a storm sweeping away the haze, Mu Dianke suddenly the spiritual platform was clear. With a flick of his fingertips, a clear tail note was drawn on the strings along with the fall of the song.

Heaven and earth are silent.

The overwhelming sound of the piano rang out from all directions.

This time, not only Mu Dianke heard it, but everyone present heard it. It's still the song "The Final Wind", but it's much faster and more complicated than the one Mu Dianke played just now. Positive play, rebound, miscellaneous, roaring, who else is me.

The wind-cutting iron swung wildly.

Xin Wei broke an arm, and he was still frantically fighting with Liangqing.

He knew very well that if he couldn't leave Liangqing's life today, once the news leaked, the entire Daomen would suffer crazy revenge from Changjiabao.

He was very angry, and he didn't know why Liangqing's combat power had suddenly increased from a slight advantage at the beginning to the point that he and Shi Diequan couldn't stop it when they joined forces.

But it doesn't matter, the wind-cutting iron is about to fall, and Chang Qianfo will definitely die.

As long as Chang Qianfo dies, Liangqing will be in turmoil, and it will be a good time to take his life.

But he heard the sound of the piano.

Xin Wei's face turned pale in an instant, and he roared angrily: "Tian Jusheng, don't be nosy!" ”【1】

The sound of the piano should not be his, and it still resounded freely.

The entire wind-cutting cage was trembling violently, the wind-cutting line was swinging dramatically, and the trajectory had become a void white.

The dust of Xin Baige was no longer able to penetrate.

Similarly, the powerful arrows fired from the west of the street were also blocked by the sharply vibrating cutting wind line, and they could no longer pose a threat to the three people in the cage.

But the cover of the wind cutting has fallen on the top of Chang Qianfo's head, and further down, it can cut through his head.

Liangqing was covered in blood, half of it was from Xin Wei and Shi Diequan, and half of it was his own. At this time, he didn't feel any pain at all, and he screamed violently, and he didn't even have the knife technique that he had always planted in his heart, and he slammed the knife like a hammer, and smashed it towards Xin Yan with brute force.

He smashed him and crashed into a stone pillar on the side of the street.

Shi Diequan quickly withdrew his stick and retreated before Liangqing's next critical blow was swung.

The general trend is gone, and he will not stay with him to die because he has received the money.

Liangqing stepped on the tiles and rushed towards the houses with organs on both sides of the street.

Although the wind cage trembled violently, it was never broken. Its method is special, its hardness is iron, its toughness is bamboo, different from pearl and jade porcelain and other things, even if it finds its destruction point, it is difficult to destroy it easily.

Mu Dianke opened his eyes and watched the five-sided cutting wind iron tremble more and more, and gradually gather the wind into a huge air bag, and he began to understand the intention of the man to teach him to read the sound.

Although the cowhide is healthy, it can be broken with one nail.

The overwhelming sound of the piano had pinpointed the weakness of each wind-cutting iron for her, stretching them into cowhide sacs that could be torn apart with a single thorn.

And she is the little one, but the nail that determines the key to victory or defeat.

Mu Dianke closed his eyes and took a deep breath, straightened his thoughts, and played the first note very carefully.

With the harmony of the strings for the first time, this time she didn't have much effort, and the two pianos were able to close. One is thick, one is sharp, and the inside and outside correspond.

The cutting wind cage swelled instantly, and the threads were elongated, cutting off the high-walled purlins on both sides.

The next moment, the sound of wind and rain returned, and a huge indestructible iron cage disappeared silently.

Mu Dian can be protected by Chang Qian Buddha in his arms.

And those iron fragments that have not yet been turned into powder are called Liangqing Yang knife to sweep away most of them, and a few of them are sparsely dropped on the back of Chang Qianfo, because the body is small and light, there is no killing power.

There is only a small one attached to the corner of Chang Qianfo's sideburns, and a slight red mark is rubbed on the face.

Che Ying was hit by an arrow in his shoulder, abdomen and calf, and he was exhausted until this time, and he was relieved in one breath, and collapsed on his back in a large pool of blood under his feet.

Liangqing stepped forward to investigate Che Ying's injury, and when he turned his head to tell Chang Qianfo, he found that in Chang Qianfo's arms, Mu Dianke had already fainted.

[1] Tian Jusheng: The previous head of the Fansheng Sect, he admired the fourth mother and never married. I was a master for the fairy. See Volume II, Chapter 222, Goddess Shein.