The sound of the flute sounded in the night.

The moment Ning Xiu heard the sound of the flute, his complexion changed.

Mingwei turned her head and glanced at him.

Sonic work.

Mingwei looked up at the sky, it was just July, the weather was hot, but a cold wind came from nowhere, blowing by.

Temperatures drop sharply.

The little disciple with poor skill sneezed.

I also heard someone shouting: "Snow, it's snowing!" ”

In the night sky, snowflakes flutter and flutter like catkins.

Ning Xiu suddenly jumped up to the pavilion, sat down with his clothes brushed, and rested the piano on his lap.

"Zheng-" The piano sounded.

Ning Xiu used the piano to defend against the enemy, and he had always only plucked the strings without tuning, but at this moment, he straightened his posture and played the piano music.

His fingers flicked on the strings, and the sound of the piano leaked out like water, and the sound of a gentleman was actually played out by him with a fierce sound that pierced through the clouds and cracked stones.

The sound of the piano and the flute meet, one is high-pitched, the other is loud, forming a confrontation.

The speed at which the snowflakes fall is slowing down, and the temperature is slowly rising.

However, the sound of the flute suddenly became faster, like a swordsman, suddenly speeding up the speed of the sword, and a note was a sharp blade, densely attacking Ning Xiu.

Ning Xiu's piano sound also accelerated.

His eyebrows were cold, his lips were pursed, and his ten fingers danced on the piano, turning into an afterimage.

The little disciples and minions with slightly lower strength gradually couldn't stand the sound waves, and their moves became slower and slower, and in the end, they couldn't fight, so they could only cover their ears and stabilize their minds.

Even the masters of the Xuandu Temple, those elders, also slowed down their attack speed.

Because they had to separate their minds and resist the intrusion of sound waves into their thoughts.

The tunes are getting faster and faster.

The sound of the flute is endless, and the sound of the piano is dense like a torrential rain.

Ning Xiu's expression looked still calm, but the curvature of his lips was getting tighter and tighter.

But he was not afraid.

The other party is fast, and he is also fast.

In terms of sound wave power, he is not afraid of anyone in this world.

But this person's sonic skills are obviously powerful to a certain level, and there is even an illusion that he may be better than Mingwei.

Because Mingwei's flute voice is not so violent and lethal, she uses the flute more gently, unlike this person, who is bent on competing with him for victory.

But what is he afraid of? is a lose-lose fight, and he also has someone to clean up the aftermath!

Mingwei did not rush in.

The sound of the flute and the sound of the piano resist each other, forming a balance, just like two masters with profound skills competing for internal strength, if a third party rashly inserts, it is very likely that this force is unbalanced, and all three parties will be counterattacked.

She listened attentively, although she had incomparable confidence in Ning Xiu's strength, she inexplicably had a sense of familiarity......

Mingwei suddenly turned his head and looked down the mountain.

The Xuandu Temple has become a mess, and there seems to be a lot of shouting and killing.

It's really strange, the other party mobilized so many people to sneak into the Xuandu Temple, how could it be kept secret in advance?

When there are many people, they are afraid of leaking the news, but Xuanduguan is in the suburbs of the capital, and the number of people is not less than that in the city.

By the way, the people in Tsing Yi can also do paper runes, is it rune paper?

In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck her mind, and Mingwei suddenly understood.

She knew why she felt so familiar.

Because these are the means she has used to defend against the enemy!

For example, the rune paper person disrupts the enemy camp, such as deliberately inducing others to compete in phonological skills.

The sound of the flute and the sound of the piano have reached an incredible level, and the original beautiful artistic conception cannot be heard at all, and the notes are stacked together, only feeling extremely harsh.

Ning Xiu stared at the piano, and there was already blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Mingwei was frightened and shouted, "Sir, be careful......"

Before the latter words were finished, the sound of the flute suddenly changed, causing Ning Xiu to have to follow suit.

However, this turn of events took place for the worse.

The sound of the flute turned into a long, sharp roar, which exploded the sound waves.

Everyone seemed to hear a muffled sound in their ears, and their eardrums hurt as if they were piercing.

"Ahh

Ning Xiu's fingers flicked, and all the strings broke!

"Poof!" He vomited a mouthful of blood, dripping onto Jean.

Looking down, his ten fingers were already dripping with blood.

The breath in the body is stagnant and cannot be mobilized at all.

The sound of the piano faded away, and the sound of the flute instantly became the biggest winner, turning slowly.

The stargazing platform just now was a arena where the sound of the piano and the sound of the flute competed, and now, it has been incorporated into the command of the sound of the flute.

The melodious tune, high and arrogant, is like a victor from a thousand armies, stepping on his throne and looking down on the loser.

Mingwei swept across the observatory, and almost everyone was injured except for her, who was still intact. Even those elders were also pulled by the sound of the flute, and their internal forces were reversed, and their hearts and veins were greatly damaged.

She took a deep breath, jumped to Ning Xiu's side on her tiptoes, and then pulled out the flute behind her and brought it to her lips.

"Woo......"

The flute is high-pitched and bright, but the flute is whimpering, naturally with a sad tone.

It cuts into a strange place, not in the key of the flute, but stuck between two notes.

All this entered and suddenly destroyed the triumphal song of the flute, and the half-way king was pulled into the battlefield again.

But this fight is different from just now.

The battle for the piano and flute is a battle for lethality. The battle for the flute is a struggle for the initiative.

The flute also tried to speed up the pitch, but the flute didn't pay any attention to it, still stuck at that point, which made it extremely uncomfortable.

If you don't go along, you can't take away the vitality of Xiao Sheng, but you take the initiative to make yourself a slave.

Ning Xiu had already understood at this time.

rhythm, he falls into someone else's rhythm.

This is not an unusual tactic, it is only a sense of victory and defeat.

Ning Xiu sighed, it turned out that his qi cultivation kung fu was not enough.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and a voice came from afar: "Miss Ming, if you go on like this, you can't win." You can't get the key in my hand, and I can't get the Destiny Master Talisman back. Why don't you just leave it at that? ”

This voice is the man in Tsing Yi.

The sound of the flute died down.

Mingwei replied: "The truth is this, but it is good for me to drag it out, but not for you." ”

Behind her now is the official family, but these night stars are unsightly.

The man in Tsing Yi laughed and said, "But the key is in my hand, and the initiative of the Destiny Master Talisman is also in my hand." Aren't you afraid that if I leave, you won't see the Destiny Master Talisman in your life? ”

Mingwei turned the flute in his hand and said, "Isn't it just a key?" Since there is a lock, there is no reason why it cannot be deserved. Even if this lock is a little strange, it doesn't take too much effort. ”

There was silence for a moment before replying, "But do you have that much time?" You are not from this world, how long can you wait? ”

This sentence hit the nail on the head.

Mingwei thought for a while and asked, "Then tell me, what's the best way?" ”

In the night breeze, a figure fluttered in, and the green shirt fell on the stargazing platform like a green leaf.

With a bamboo flute pinned to his waist and an umbrella in his hand, the Tsing Yi man nodded to her and said with a smile: "Since you have erected the battle flag, we will decide the winner, how about it?" ”(https:)

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