"It's such a powerful magic sound, it can affect the soul. ”

Chen Fan muttered to himself, and after a glance at Luosheng, he found that there was a special dazzling light floating in his eyes, and he was trying his best to resist this magic sound, looking very painful.

On the contrary, it was the people who were in a coma before who could not be affected by the magic sound, which was a blessing in misfortune.

Chen Fan wanted to sacrifice the Shenyue Scimitar and end all this, but he glanced at Luosheng and gave up this idea, there are some secrets, it is better not to let people know.

The sonorous magic sound gradually became high-pitched with the fingers of the Nine-Fingered Qin Demon, and among the invisible sound waves, mixed with the power that can confuse people's hearts and souls, Chen Fan guarded the spiritual platform, looked around, there were unconscious people everywhere, with the madness of the Nine-Fingered Qin Demon, Chen Fan did not dare to guarantee that he would do anything excessive.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan's figure flashed, and the whole person flew upside down to the altar!

The nine-fingered piano demon head was slightly on one side, obviously he didn't expect Chen Fan to advance and retreat freely under the magic sound, he patted the side of the guqin with his hand, the guqin buzzed and rotated, his legs kicked the ground, and the whole person also flew in the air, and the plucked strings suddenly conjured up needles like substance, and the needles were blooming, and thousands of roots shrouded Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's pupils shrank, and his body stepped backwards onto the bluestone of the altar, borrowing a swallow return!

Tuk tuk!

The needles that transform the sound of the piano hit the stone like a substance, and the stars overflowed.

"Boom!"

The high-pitched piano sound suddenly sounded behind Chen Fan, Chen Fan seemed to have expected it, a deep backflip, and the whole person fell on the huge lake splashed with silver light!

In the moonlight, the surface of the lake sparkles, and patches of silver light float.

Smack!

Chen Fan is like an elegant swallow, after closing his hands, he easily stops on the surface of the lake, only making a slight sound, with his feet as the center of the circle, and the waves ripple in all directions.

Strangely, he didn't fall, but stood like a wisp on the ground, so steady.

This is a light-weight method that Chen Fan comprehended from the Luo Demon Fight last night and from the Liuren Divine Skill, accurately controlling the center of gravity, just forming a very small amount of aura under his feet, it can be like a flat boat in the sea.

Feeling the blurred figure of his feet and the lake and the moonlight, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel an indescribable heroic spirit in his heart, half a year ago, when he went down the mountain, how could he have such strength, now, a new world, a new vision, a new growth, is what he pursues, is what he is proud of.

The embattled piano sound has reached a high-pitched place, the calm lake surface ripples waves, the nine-fingered qin demon in the high-pitched magic sound, but a change of finger movements, the music changes, the tide is turbulent, surging, wave after wave, in the blink of an eye, a huge wave as high as about a zhang, like a roaring beast, trying to devour Chen Fan!

The corners of the nine-fingered qin demon's mouth outlined a smile, the black windbreaker fluttered in the wind, the mouth was slightly open, accompanied by the sound wave roaring, and he spit out softly: "Blue sea waves!"

Crash!

The speed of the stirred wave instantly became extremely fast, and the rolling waves were like a silver waterfall!

But in the next second, Chen Fan's figure floated, standing on the waves like treading waves, he held his hands in his arms, and there was still a bit of the figure of the ancients looking at the moon and homesickness.

The left hand of the nine-fingered qin demon is palm-shaped, pressing the left side of the guqin, and the right hand is showing the shape of a grappling hook, the four thumbs are forced, and with a buzz, the strings tremble, and a visible sound wave of true qi swims on the surface of the lake.

"Yangguan Sanhe!"

The true qi attached to the surface of the lake urged the waves, and instantly formed three silver waterfalls like stacked mountains, rushing and roaring, facing the huge waves formed for the first time.

The surface of the lake was calm and silent, but Chen Fan rarely showed a solemn color, his palms slapped downward, and the purple true qi formed a gorgeous light curtain, facing the three waves of the stacked mountains!!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Like the tide crashing on the shore, the huge waves suddenly rise, as high as two feet!

Countless water droplets fell with the silver moonlight, like stars, and like a moving streamer, beautiful to the extreme. Chen Fan put his hands together and retreated at a very fast speed, and the floating sea still failed to soak his feet.

In the moonlight, a different kind of brilliance appeared on his face.

The climactic surge eventually calmed down.

An embattled song has been played, the slender clothes of the nine-fingered qin demon swayed, and the same landed on the surface of the lake, the huge guqin was held in his arms, and the nine fingers tightly tied to the strings were faintly white!

The breeze blew, bringing a low but impatient and chaotic footsteps, and on the opposite hill path, there were faint figures jumping, one of which was Sun Shangmei's shadow.

The Nine-Fingered Qin Demon's ears moved slightly, and then he slowly stretched out a hand and took off his black sunglasses from his cheek, revealing his true face.

He didn't look old, his skin looked a little pale, and with the black trench coat he was wearing, he had a unique artistic atmosphere, but unfortunately, a deep scar crossed his eyes, and he was indeed blind.

Such a person, if he plays the erhu and guqin on the street, will definitely attract a lot of sympathy, and everyone will be impressed by his exquisite skills.

However, under such a countenance, there is a cold killing heart.

It seems that this quiet Sun Moon Lake is more like the burial place of the old man. The Nine-Fingered Qin Demon's voice was a little old, and his age would definitely not be as young as his face, "Sai Hua Tuo's disciple? ”

Chen Fan calmly looked at the black-clothed blind man who was seven or eight feet away from him, and said lightly: "Tell your purpose, I may be able to spare your life." ”

The Nine-Fingered Qin Demon raised his hand and made a gesture to tell Chen Fan not to continue," The old man killed people with sound all his life, killed people with the piano, and the slain, or died of addiction to fairy sound, or died of crazy self-abuse, I can't imagine that the old man is going to be planted in the hands of a small Xuanmen sin today, it is really sad, but sigh, the old man pursued the piano for half his life, and wanted to borrow a piano score from the Chu fairy, but he didn't want to, and ended up blind for half a life, if it wasn't for the sound of the piano to give me the motivation to live, now the old man is a dry bone in the tomb, this time the sound of the piano, who can understand!"

As he spoke, the nine-fingered qin demon had already whisked the strings, and the poignant and sad tune echoed above the lake, and the sound was transmitted to the hills, so that the originally messy footsteps stopped, Sun Zhenbei and the others, who were obviously a hundred-year-old rotten wood, showed nostalgia and their eyes were scattered.

Even Sun Shangmei's footsteps gradually slowed down, listening to it, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and the poignant tune reminded him of his deceased father, mother, and the days when she drifted north.

The sound of the piano hit the weakest part of her heart, and her gaze became confused.

In the bleak style, Chen Fan's breathing also changed slightly, and in his mind, his mother who had never met appeared, the nightmare that once haunted him, actually contained great maternal love, and every time Saihuatuo stole the chicken barbecue, he always smelled the greasy chicken leg several times, and finally stuffed it into his little hand...... Scenes from the past!

Under the moonlight, in the sound of the piano, the calm lake surface was quiet, and on the surface of the lake, countless water droplets converged, gradually forming a water man holding an ice gun, and the water man was silent, treading the waves towards Chen Fan!

The nine-fingered qin demon plucked the fingers of the strings, and the blood fell drop by drop, and his voice echoed like a cry, but the corners of his mouth raised a strange arc like coldness.

(End of chapter)