Zhou Wenlong's pupils shrank, in the nine-story building, everyone knows that the sound of Jun Qingwu's piano is a must, except for yesterday's assassination skills, all opponents rely on the slightly damaged guqin in his palm. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The floral skirt dragged to the ground, Jun danced lightly and sat down slowly, and Qianqiansu adjusted the strings with her hands, twisting slowly and slowly, making a low clanging sound.

Zhou Wenlong snorted in his heart, picked up the big knife, and slashed towards Jun Qingwu, in the Cliff Cultivation Academy, no one had the ability to get close to her after Jun Qingwu was ready, even Luo Wuxian had just touched the edge.

Jun Qingwu's face was still cold, and he didn't open and close because of the sword qi, he came towards himself, with the slightest emotion, and his slender snow-white index finger hooked on the strings......

Suddenly, the sound of the piano rumbled, turning into a summer rolling thunder, slashing towards the Dao Qi!

Listening to the sound of the piano, Jun Qinghan's heart tingled slightly, "This is the thunder song, the first tone of the seven tones of the illusory world."

"Boom!"

The thunder and sword qi collided with each other, making a piercing sound, and everyone's scalps ached faintly, "This sound rhythm is more than three times better than that of Dongfang Youchen!"

In the void, the thunder dissipated, and the sword qi was annihilated.

After a long time, Zhou Wenlong stood on his feet, looking at the woman in front of him, and became more and more frightened!

Jun Qinghan's face became more and more cold, his hands swept on the strings, the sound of the piano was majestic and majestic, but it was not as good as the Oriental Youchen, the horse leather shroud from the frontier, full of blood. It's cold, the majestic cold of the sky and snow, like the Iron Horse Glacier, the sword rises from the river, a kind of icy cold that freezes thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

As the sound of the piano became higher and higher, the sky was snowy, surrounding Zhou Wenlong's body, and it exploded loudly...... Blood splatters!

Then, the sound of the piano becomes gentle, soft, as if the spring flowers are blooming, a hundred birds contend, ten thousand purples welcome spring, but the heart of the heart can not help but feel a warmth, as if in the world between heaven and earth, is a great blessing in life, listening to the flower poem, Zhou Wenlong's eyes became godless, fell into a fantasy.

Where, there is no fighting, no struggle, human nature is perfect, everything is so wonderful!

Suddenly, Zhou Wenlong's eyes widened, and he instantly retreated from the illusion, looking at the more and more noble woman in front of him, his whole body was sweating, and the sound of the piano condensed into a fantasy, which was really terrifying.

The long knife tore out a scarlet wound on his arm, and under the stimulation of blood, Zhou Wenlong's consciousness was extremely clear, his body rotated, and a strong storm was generated around his body, sweeping towards Jun Qingwu.

On the viewing stage, Jun Qinghan didn't know why, watching the battle in the ring, his palms gradually overflowed with sweat, and he unconsciously rubbed on his robe.

"Keng...... Zheng ...... Spear...... Buzz ......"

The sound of the piano suddenly changed, bleak, desolate, lonely, pathosful!

Where the sound of the piano spreads, a flower blooms, a hundred flowers are adjusted to zero, the branches and leaves are flying, the river is poignant and vibrating, the red maple is fluttering, it is indeed as scarlet as blood, like a bleak autumn!

On the ring, Zhou Wenlong's body stiffened, squatting in place, surrounded by the sound of the piano, gradually withering, looking at the woman in front of him in horror, sad and desperate.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, the soul of the Dragon Emperor for hundreds of years infected his whole body, and he felt that the whole world seemed sad, for thousands of years, everything seemed vicissitudes, and it was a sad autumn.

Zhou Wenlong's seven orifices overflowed with blood, his breathing was weak, and he obviously didn't have the strength to fight again, but Jun Qingwu's expression did not change in the slightest, and he concentrated on plucking the strings in his hand, not caring about Zhou Wenlong at all, as if he was caught in his own piano sound.

Ben Lei Qu ...... Cold and Snowy ...... Floral Poetry...... Red maple words!

The seven tones of the illusory world, ups and downs, sonorous, appear tactful in the atmosphere, and slightly soft in the depression.

Then, Jun Qinghan's wrist flipped, and the sound of the piano was once again raised to a new realm, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, resounding in all directions, listening to everyone's ears, the thunder that moved like a whimper, like the sound of triumphal conquest, jubilant and jubilant, and then the sound of the piano changed, and the sound of triumph was completely annihilated, replaced by the sound of the devastated country.

The bell of the dead country rang throughout the four fields, with grief and indignation, anger, powerlessness, powerlessness and sorrow across the battlefield, the cry of the court literati weeping blood, and the embarrassment of the emperor and the general.

A country, in chaos, scattered, dead!

On the viewing platform, everyone in the nine-story building stood up, looked at the woman on the stage, panicked and shocked, they had heard the first four tones, but the sound of the national mourning was unheard of, everyone clenched their fists, and a trace of murderous aura swept in their eyes from time to time.

On the ring, the sound of the piano is surging, if the river enters the sea, it will show its majestic depression, the country is ruined, tens of thousands of people are displaced, mourning loudly, mourning everywhere, the rivers and mountains are infected with blood, and the mountains and rivers are full of lonely graves.

The cry of the unjust soul, the pain of the living soul resounded and suppressed the clouds, and the heaven and the earth were sad!

Cholera in the mountains and mountains, Yuan Yuan is crying!

Everyone on the viewing platform, their hearts are like precipitating ten thousand catties of boulders, very depressed, Yuan Yuan is crying, including himself, when the river is in turmoil, he is like an ant, humble creeping.

Jun Qingwu's face suddenly turned pale, and the speed of finger hooking slowed down, but the sound of the piano became more and more poignant, belonging to one person's poignant, belonging to two people's love, listening to it in my heart, as if I saw a beautiful love.

Looking back suddenly, even if the temples are white, even if the heaven and earth are spinning, looking forward to the king for a thousand years, this heart has no regrets! In this life, the long sleeves are only for the king to dance, the soul is with the king, the country is prosperous, everything is like a song, but only for the king!

Jun Qingwu's face became white, and his fingers hooked on the strings, which was a little difficult, "For Jun Yin, I don't really feel how to interpret the feelings contained in it."

But Jun Qinghan on the viewing platform was full of pathos, his heart was dripping blood, and he still remembered that on the red building with his sleeves, Xue Ying wore a red wedding dress, dancing poignantly in the air, and muttered happily in his arms:

This life is a king's dance, and this song is a king's score!

May you have a long ambition and accompany you in the next life!

His face was pale, and his eyes were full of tears, but he didn't slip in the middle, Jun Qinghan smiled miserably, "Xue Ying, light cold in this life, don't cry!"

On the ring, Jun Qingwu glanced at the arrogant figure on the viewing platform, his blood was surging, his white face was abnormally flushed, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he stubbornly hooked his fingers.

Jun Qinghan's body trembled, looking at Jun Qingwu in the ring, a trace of warmth surged in his angry eyes, crossing his heart.

The strings tremble, including the mother's lovesickness, the mother's worries, the day and night thoughts, the hope, the fragile heart struggles in despair and hope, decades as a day, and finally the glory once fell, depression became a disease, and the heart coughed up blood.

Jun Qinghan's chest surged, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he whispered: "Mother."

In my mind, the past is circling, from babbling to reciting poetry and books, from calling 'Niang' for the first time, to saying goodbye to my parents.

Mother, always the dearest person in the world, pregnant in October, working day and night, happy with the son, worried about the child, when parting, heartbreaking, the head of the village, under the tree, the morning and twilight, the return of the child, full of frost and snow, wind and frost carved wrinkles.

On the ring, Jun Qingwu spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at Jun Qinghan in the distance, until now, she didn't understand why her mother had not made the slightest progress in the past ten years, but her face was old and depressed, it turned out to be so pathetic.

At the end of the song, Jun Qinghan's sharp nails pierced into the flesh, and on the ring, Jun Qingwu had long been unable to recover the previous coldness, and Zhou Wenlong in front of him was stiff, and his body was still cold.

Jun Qingwu stroked the mottled guqin with his light hand, with a slightly bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, got up and walked off the ring indifferently.

The viewing platform was silent for a long time......

Then, there was a sound of sobbing, the scene became extremely depressing, everyone's mood seemed very heavy, the boiling blood was completely cold by a song of thought and cold, the eyes looked at the sky and far away, and the thoughts were like a fountain surging from the bottom of their hearts.

Jun Qinghan's face became more and more arrogant and resolute, but in the eyes of everyone, he seemed to be more and more lonely, like a lone wolf who lost the warmth of home and suddenly fought against him in the mountains and forests.

Even the elders in the referee's seat became dull, and after a long time, the Great Elder finally rang the magic bell, and an extremely hoarse voice sounded:

The nine-story building will be martial, and the top six are born!

Jun light dance!

Liu Qingli!

Yue Zhuochen!

Blue Shaohuang!

Green Ride the Wind!

Jun Qinghan!

While speaking, the six of them tapped their toes and flew to the killing arena again, ignoring the tens of thousands of cliff cultivation disciples on the viewing platform, the corners of their mouths raised slightly.

Although, they are not necessarily the strongest, but after all, they have reached the top six, for example, Liu Qingli is obviously a step worse than Ji Danchen, Ji Danchen was eliminated, but Liu Qingli is still smiling in the ring.

The Great Elder raised his arm:

"Three days later, the battle for the top three will start again!"

After a pause, he continued:

"The three days in the middle will be the exchange time of the Cliff Academy, everyone can be in this square, in this killing arena, free to learn, and the crystal ball that records the battle of the Nine Buildings in the past hundred years will also be displayed here."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's original frustrated mood was swept away, and their eyes were frenzied again...... (To be continued.) )