"Tianxing Nine Songs* Ten Thousand Ways Sing in unison!" Yeyang's face was solemn, but he was not flustered, and when He Fanyin finished the Holy Spirit Song, he guessed that he had mastered more than one song, and he was ready to deal with it.

At this moment, he was fearless, ignoring these roars that made his scalp tingle, his eyes were full of cold black, and his soul power was surging, and he sent out a sharp and piercing sound wave along his throat: "Roar......"

One is the second song of the Nine Songs of Tianxing, and the other is the soul secret technique of the soul clan of the Zhen clan, the same piercing sound waves, completely different styles, chaotic and pure, roaring and sharp, like the tip of a needle against Maimang.

The two sound waves wore each other out, Yeyang and He Fanyin suffered heavy injuries at the same time, and they flew out upside down, their bodies cracked, blood dripping, and chaos in their brains, and the blood spurted out, smashing the surface of the river, splashing two huge splashes.

But the two of them didn't seem to know the pain, and the next moment they fell into the lake, they quickly got up, and the night sun ran the nirvana resurrection technique, and He Fanyin bathed in the holy light, and while recovering, he launched a ferocious attack.

He Fanyin exuded a murderous aura all over his body, his fighting spirit was high, and the passionate and awe-inspiring sound of the piano was flying, gathering behind him into an almost substantial burly warrior, wearing gold armor, holding a long ge, driving a war horse, obviously alone, but comparable to thousands of troops and horses, with the shouts sounding, he rushed out indomitantly, with a fierce momentum, shattering the world.

The breath of death was pervasive, a devil shrouded in black mist showed its hideous fangs, a cold wave swept in all directions, and an ice and snow white fox came into being, the flames rose and burned, and the sound of phoenixes resounded in the sky, and the demonic energy rolled and surged, and the fierce demon wolf roared.

A ghost, a fox, a phoenix, and a wolf faced a man and a horse, and six behemoths occupied most of the lake, and launched a tragic fight.

The means of gathering qi to form will have a few hands in any Chong Pulse Realm, like the ocean giant shark before He Fanyin, like the demon wolf commonly used in the Night Sun Sutra, and so on, the difference is that those are just barely possessed of form, they are numb weapons, and their power is limited.

But now these creatures gathered by the two are constructed by the power of rules, and they have preliminary intelligence and can conduct independent self-battles.

The six fierce creatures fought to the death, and the two people on the other side would not be idle, and the afterimage swept across the lake, leaving only bursts of microwaves, and the shadowless step was urged to the extreme, and Yeyang bullied himself and took the lead in attacking.

The Kaishan fist with the fist-shaped momentum is like a rainbow, the power is amazing, and the one to nine styles are endless, instantly suppressing He Fanyin. He Fanyin used the piano as a shield, and the lonely Tongqin that was fused by the heart of the piano was indestructible, and steadily resisted the attack, and at the end of a few rounds, He Fanyin took three steps back, although he was at a disadvantage, he was still not surprised.

But before he could fight back, Yeyang attacked again, the cold was pressing, blocking his retreat, his legs were covered by thick ice spikes, and the wild ice leg method reappeared fierce, opening and closing, and the cold wind was cold.

However, this time He Fanyin was prepared, and after resisting a few moves, he suddenly exerted his strength, and forced Yeyang back with one face, followed by eight fingers playing quickly, the piercing sound of the piano turned into a sharp blade, and the dense sword light and sword shadow were overwhelming, and it instantly submerged Yeyang's figure.

The body's defense was originally Yeyang's weakness, so naturally it would not be stupid enough to hit it hard, and at the moment before the sword light came, the body suddenly exploded into hundreds of black shadows, scattering and fleeing, the sword light destroyed some of the black shadows, and the rest retreated to a few hundred zhang away in the blink of an eye, reconverging into Yeyang's body.

Without giving Yeyang time to recover, the sound of the piano in He Fanyin's hand did not decrease but increased, the lake below trembled violently, the water splashed and the sound of the piano blended, and turned into a huge number of weapons behind him, swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and knives, sharp edges, and the overflowing sharp qi cut through the air, making a piercing sound.

Yeyang waved his wings and stood in the air, his back against the black swamp, his face was a little pale, obviously he was injured a lot just now, but his face was not half afraid, but his eyes were full of excitement, it was a strong fighting spirit.

Countless weapons roared by, and in an instant, they arrived in front of Yeyang, stabbing at him in all directions, and it was only at this time that Yeyang shouted angrily, and the scorching flames rose, and the fire waves surged, directly enveloping Yeyang, turning it into an impenetrable wall of fire, burning all the attacks that came.

"Mirror Flowers, Jin Ge Iron Horse!"

"Flame siege, purgatory burning!"

One attack and one defense, one water and one fire, the sailors are also soft and strong, the cycle repeats, the fire is blazing hot, dissolving all damage, two strong spells compete to bloom, for a while they can't hold each other, victory or defeat is inseparable, only two people go all out, released to the strongest state.

The battle continued to heat up in silence, the rising flames were about to be exhausted, and they were almost extinguished, and the sailors were at the end of their rope, and the only remaining dozen or so broken swords attacked again and again. I thought that they would both be annihilated, but at this time, the flames suddenly stagnated and were directly extinguished, and more than a dozen weapons rushed straight into the encirclement, all of which exploded under He Fanyin's control.

And almost at the same moment of the explosion, the tattered Yeyang suddenly killed with the silver Sansheng Han Halberd, and two half-moon arcs several feet wide with the breath of destruction destroyed the remnants of the rules of water and fire, and slashed down towards He Fanyin: "Black Halberd Method, tearing the sky and the earth!"

He Fanyin didn't expect Yeyang to be so resolute, and he panicked for a while, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only quickly pluck the strings and erect an invisible rhythm barrier in front of him.

With a huge crisp sound, the barrier was suddenly bombarded to pieces, and even He Fanyin in it was repelled by the terrifying power that erupted, and his flesh and blood were cracked, dripping with blood, and his appearance was miserable, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly, and suffered unimaginable trauma: "Ah......"

Yeyang was also not happy, he was hit head-on by the energy of the explosion of more than a dozen weapons, his body was torn open with blood, his meridians and vitality were disordered, large and small holes pierced his body, and he could see the bloody internal organs, He Fanyin had the Holy Spirit Song, ordinary injuries were insignificant to him, and only the situation of losing both was the only breakthrough he could make.

The flames burned in the chest, and the Nirvana Resurrection Technique healed the wounds in his body the fastest, while He Fanyin on the other side endured the severe pain, and also played the Holy Spirit Song, and the holy light was displayed, but this time it could only cover the range of three feet around him.

But at this time, his already scarred body, but he was attacked invisibly, his blood suddenly boiled, his heart rumbled violently, almost tearing open his chest, and the evil power invaded the dantian without any warning, and even the holy light was polluted, He Fanyin's eyes were cracked, and he gritted his teeth.

Seeing this, Yeyang also forcibly suppressed the pain, and the blood explosion technique that had not been used for many years prompted, and the turmoil in He Fanyin's body suddenly intensified, and he let out a painful howl, but the hole in Yeyang's chest that had just healed also collapsed again, and the blood spilled out, and every time he coughed, he spewed out a scarlet blood mist.

The golden-armored warrior had a spirit, and when he sensed any danger from his master, he also rode a war horse and rushed back desperately, but the other four beasts were also fierce at this time, and they dragged him with the life-for-life fighting method.

Yeyang and Gemoza attacked at the same time, one sacrificed his life and forgot to die regardless of the injury, and the other consumed Shouyuan, urging the forbidden curse, He Fanyin looked like a crazy demon, and he was about to be forced to a dead end, but at this time, he gritted his teeth and held on, his will was terrifyingly strong, and his bloody hand plucked the bloody strings, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Change, Change, Palace...... And so on and on.

The monotonous and weird sound of the piano echoed on the battlefield and reached everyone's ears, this kind of life-and-death moment, He Fanyin endured the attack of the two, doing this inexplicable useless work, and at first he was still running the Holy Spirit Qu to guard tenaciously, and later he directly gave up resistance and put all his thoughts on the broken lonely Tongqin in front of him.

It seems that he has given up his skin, he doesn't care about his life or death at all, his flesh and blood are flying, his limbs are mutilated, he endures, his internal organs are broken, his blood and vitality are gone, he endures, his breath is dying, and he is about to lose his human form, only the sound of this piano still proves that he is still alive.

Strange calm, even the night sun scalp numb, subconscious constant warning, as if something terrible was about to happen, Gemoza also frowned, suddenly opened his eyes, thought of something incredible, no longer hidden, loudly said: "Stop him!"

It's hard to imagine that even a person as numb as him would one day panic like this, and there are really not many things that can make him afraid. Yeyang heard Germoza's words, and didn't have time to be surprised, so he grabbed the blood-stained halberd on one side and wanted to rush out with it.

It's a pity that it's still a step too late, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, leaving only the empty aftermath echoing, He Fanyin raised the face that was almost unrecognizable, the skin and flesh fell off, only the bloody muscles remained, pulling the corners of the blood-red mouth, indifferently: "It's late." ”

Time seemed to stand still for a second, everything remained absolutely still, the clouds on the horizon did not drift anymore, the fleeing birds floated like this, the splashing droplets on the surface of the lake also froze in the air, and the swaying reeds also stopped silently.

The devil tore open the chest of the golden-armored warrior, the gold-armored warrior Changge slashed the fire phoenix, the war horse stepped on the ice fox, and the demon wolf bit the neck of the war horse, these became eternal pictures. The night sun lying in the swamp, He Fanyin, who was sitting on the water, and Gemoza, who was standing in the dark, still had a frightened gaze and a gloomy smile on his face.

Cold, dead silence, stiffness, numbness, no sound, no color, no thought, is it the cessation of time, or the freezing of life, in the gray world, I don't know where the voice sounds, alone in this scroll, it is a faint sigh......

The sighs are unremarkable, but they are full of heart, sadness, joy, fear, surprise, they can't find the source, they don't know where the end is, but these investigations have lost their meaning.

At the moment when the sigh sounded, this beautiful picture was shattered, from people to things, not a single one was left, and looking at the dull face of Ligmoza in the dark, maybe he could read some dispensable news.

"Nine songs of heaven, desperation songs, and sighs of life. ”