The pure white moon wheel slowly rose from the thunder cluster, and in the cold moonlight, countless knives and axes condensed out of thin air, roaring out. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Everywhere it goes, it all falls apart.

At this moment, in Ye Qingxuan's hands, the sword throwing style had evolved from the self-forbidden faction to the change faction, and the killing intent from the Physiognomy School converged on it, forming a fierce poison that corrupted and annihilated all consciousness and will.

The terrifying amount of ether was lifted from the sea of ether by Ye Qingxuan with the staff of fate, and each knife and axe contained a terrifying power that was enough to squeeze out any musician of the same level.

The massive aether was confined to the void of swords and axes, from the pure white at the beginning, gradually turned into turbulent orange yellow, dangerous red, and finally, there was a faint hint of terrifying pure black.

Each axe seemed to be a terrifying black area, and the electric light lingered on it, the opposite of the silence of the silent moon, and it was in constant turmoil. Through the dark crack, it was as if you could glimpse the horrific sight of the world being destroyed in chaos.

"With this alone, you can stand at the pinnacle of contemporary musicians. ”

Paganini admired softly, but the figure was so illusory, fluttering at the hands of countless swords and axes, wisps of black mist extending from his body.

The light and ethereal mist contains the music theory of the shift, which easily distorts the material world, and in the isolation of the inside and outside, countless fogs cover the sky and the sun and swallow everything.

The contours of the mist are constantly changing, evolving into vague shadows.

The musicians who had been corrupted and transformed by the Channeling Theory kept emerging from Paganini's scepter - it was not an illusion evolved by the Scepter, they were originally part of the Scepter, and the more the Channeling Theory corrupted, the stronger Paganini's Scepter became.

Just the musicians released from the scepter were enough to match the scale of the orchestra, and in the end, even the shadow of the natural disaster loomed from it......

The scepter emerged from Paganini's hand and turned into a short command staff.

On the conductor's staff, there are countless music theories, inextricably linked, converging into a huge web. It's like manipulating the silk thread of a puppet, controlling countless musicians, manipulating them to make gestures and attack blatantly.

It's like being in a quagmire.

The more I struggled, the harder it became to breathe, and I could only watch as I ran out of breath and sank into the darkness.

In Paganini's hands, the whole orchestra is like an arm, hundreds of musicians are together, and instead of interfering with each other, countless music theories are unified and free under the guidance of the changing music theory.

He's facing an entire legion.

Someone is responsible for containment, someone is responsible for storming, and someone is responsible for supporting...... What made Ye Qingxuan even more uncomfortable was that there were dozens of the most gloomy shadows wandering outside the orchestra, wandering around him, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

This is the most dangerous, once Ye Qingxuan relaxes a little, they will rush up without fear of death and give Ye Qingxuan a ruthless blow.

Or, be a little more ruthless, hug Ye Qingxuan, and detonate your fateful chapter.

These guys are all projections of Paganini's scepter, and they are not afraid of death at all, and they can be reborn with a little effort even if they die.

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan heard Paganini's approval, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Then I'm so powerful, why don't you take pity on my talent and let them catch it alive?"

"Do you still have the heart to joke at this time?"

Paganini waved his command staff and attacked fiercely: "For a person like you, I can only be at ease if I die—even if you only have one breath, I feel that I can't sleep." ”

"Take it easy, friend, I'm scared of what you're thinking so much. ”

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and countless knives and axes flew out, smashing a figure to pieces, but there was a sudden fluctuation in the shadow behind him, and a dark shadow flew out of it, entangled Ye Qingxuan, and his whole body swelled, and the chapter of fate detonated......

Ye Qingxuan's figure flickered for a while, turning into a thunderbolt to break free from the restraints, but he still spit out a mouthful of blood in the outburst of music theory.

Paganini didn't feel good either.

The illusory projection suddenly froze, and there was a crack in his chest, and no blood gushed out.

Countless mist swirled through it, trying to repair the breach, but it was obliterated by the moonlight and electric light above the scar.

It was the Moonlight Sword that he had learned from the battle with Lancelot.

Pure light, pure fast.

In the past, there was a weakness of insufficient lethality, but since the completion of the Aether qualitative transformation, this weakness has also disappeared completely. The only drawback, I'm afraid, is the short and fatal gap before the shot.

"Look, what did I just say?"

Paganini looked down and stroked the laceration in his chest, smiling self-deprecatingly.

His body had been hidden in a small mezzanine between the material realm and the etheric realm, projected in front of Ye Qingxuan with a mutation music theory. But at that moment just now, Ye Qingxuan's power actually hurt his body through the projection.

In just a few minutes, even if he was at a disadvantage, Ye Qingxuan actually found the direction of attack from the changes in music theory......

Even if there is an absolute contrast between quantity and quality, Ye Qingxuan still makes him feel like a hedgehog, he has no idea where to start, and if he is not careful, he will be pierced into a hole.

As the eyes became more and more gloomy, the sound of the melody became more and more weird.

It's like thousands of melodies overlapping in one place, but the countless notes are compressed in the same moment. With the flick of a finger, it seems that countless movements are hidden in it and evolve.

In just an instant, a tiny dot expanded from Paganini's fingertips and transformed into a fleeting figure behind him.

Infinite movement!

A terrifying technique that compresses countless music theory variations into a single moment, it only takes a fraction of a second to complete an hour-long movement, and the terrifying power of playing with time in applause.

And now, the orchestra is playing, relying on infinite movement to form the core of the scepter, which once rigged the movement of the gate of heaven.

- Dance of the Witches!

In the name of the witch, it itself contains the defilement and rebellion against the music theory of the Holy City, abandoning the original concept of distinguishing between good and evil, and revealing its power with pure beauty.

He has faintly detached himself from the sacred cauldron and the music theory of the abyss, and is no longer bound by common sense, but has formed a path that belongs only to himself.

Through the transformation of music theory, we continue to plunder external forces, achieve ourselves, and achieve the position of gods with our own way!

At this moment, the perfect body he had created suddenly became blurry and huge under the attachment of the phantom, like countless stars converging, and thousands of hands were stretched out, and the posture was wonderful.

In the silence, there seems to be a dance whirlwind.

Breathtaking.

Just stretched out his hand, and the void palm held the moon wheel in his hand, and suddenly tightened.

Collapse!

The sound of countless golden iron wails sounded, and the electric light escaped.

The vision formed by Ye Qingxuan's chapter of fate was completely shattered, and then, the transformation of music theory drove straight in, fully controlling Ye Qingxuan's domain, and in the end, the terrifying power suddenly closed.

It is just a pure collision of music theory that forms the ultimate destruction pursued by the School of Change - the Singularity of Annihilation.

That black vortex instantly tore apart and engulfed Ye Qingxuan's figure.

But in the midst of the whirlpool of annihilation, there was a hoarse laughter.

Suddenly, there was a blinding burst of electric light, and countless music theories evolved from it, gathered in one place, and turned into a blade of nothingness, compressed, compressed, compressed, compressed.

Eventually, the blade of the sword, which looked like a condensed black zone, no longer had any color on it, but returned to its original clear and transparent appearance.

However, the killing intent contained in it has skyrocketed hundreds of times.

What terrified Paganini even more was the kind of ...... that was preserved Enough to really kill your own power.

He froze.

In the induction of the transmuting music theory, he finally understood the true essence of Ye Qingxuan's fateful chapter, the true core of that weird electric light, and Ye Qingxuan's true desire.

The kind of will and anger that lies in the deepest part like wildfire.

- Negate everything in the past, destroy everything in the past, bury everything in the past!

Destroy all that is old, rotten, and festering, punish with thunder and lightning, kindle with fire, bury with destruction, and then sow new seeds from it, and open up new worlds and new orders......

This is a total rejection of all existing music theory.

This is......

"Change?"

Paganini lost his voice.

In the next moment, the sword of change roared.

Compared with the Dance of the Witches and Paganini's scepter, the blade of the Fateful Chapter was as small as dust, but at this moment, this dust tore through the layers of palms, stubbornly repudiated all old music theories, and completely erased everything in its pass.

Tracing Paganini's true location, burning himself, through the layers of the sea of ether, and finally, stabbing towards his body!

Paganini's eyes widened, and he stretched out his palm, clenching the blade of his sword tightly.

A shrill voice rang out.

The blade of the sword shattered, countless electric lights erupted, and from it, Ye Qingxuan's figure emerged.

Then, wave your hand.

Syllable!

The echo is loud.

At that moment, Selwyn, Mabel, Chopin, Oden......

Return to the ruins, sea, underwater, sky, fleet, sea fortress.

Anglo, Burgundy, Asgard and even the Holy City.

Musicians, saints, demons, scourges, strange ......

Countless beings who were watching this battle were stunned, and looked at the red mark on Paganini's face in amazement, as if Paganini had fallen into a stupor.

It's a ...... Slap?

In front of the whole world, Ye Qingxuan skillfully picked up his palm and slapped the enemy in the face as he had done countless times in the past.

Syllable!

The slap that was enough to smash the iron stone only made Paganini's face red, leaving a fingerprint that seemed to be a fingerprint, but it smashed Paganini's dignity and will to pieces.

In an instant, Paganini stretched out his hand, tore through all of Ye Qingxuan's defenses, grabbed the electric light of nothingness, closed his five fingers, shattered the electric light, beat Ye Qingxuan back to his original form, and strangled his throat.

Red eyes.

Like the fire of purgatory.

"Ye Qingxuan......"