At this time, thousands of miles away in the territory of Tianshui City, under the night, the torrential rain poured. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nurdan and other high-ranking warrior lords met with the envoy of the prince yesterday, and the other party had already agreed to all their conditions.

All the high-ranking lords of Tianshui City, as long as they raise an army against the Suo clan, will be knighted after the matter is completed, and all the territories will be hereditary.

In this instant, all their mental defenses were crushed. These high-ranking samurai lords were all fought by their own force. If none of their sons and daughters became high-ranking samurai, then their families would lose their territory and their armies.

And now they promised them that as long as they rebelled against Suo, their territory would all be hereditary.

Suddenly, all the reserve, all the loyalty, all vanished.

Tonight, the rain was falling so hard and so hard that it crashed wildly against the earth.

Two thousand soldiers of Nurdan's territory, heavily armed, dressed in the latest armor and armed with the best weapons, began to assemble in formation.

"Suo's is unkind, heaven and earth are disgusted!"

"Sauron, the heavens are angry!"

"I, Nurdan, lead all the samurai and all the armies of the clan and the territory, and officially declare that I will break away from the Soclan!"

"In order to save all the suffering people of Tianshui City from fire and water, and to save the five-hundred-mile territory of Tianshui City from danger. I officially announce that I will raise troops to fight against the Soviet Union and rescue thousands of Li people. ”

Then, Nurdan kicked the chest in front of him, and countless gold coins poured out like a tidal wave.

"All this money is yours. Nurdan shouted: "Suo Shi is not benevolent, I swear to punish him, take Tianshui City, and reward him for ten years." ”

Suddenly, all the samurai, all the soldiers, went completely crazy.

Of course, this money is also from Ning and Li.

"Sauron, the thief, is shameless and shameless, and harms the people, I swear to punish him!"

"Let's go, attack Tianshui City, Tianzhu Suo's!"

"Bang bang......" Thousands of heavily armed troops, led by hundreds of cavalry, marched in an orderly manner towards the main city of Tianshui, which was three hundred miles away.

Looking down from the sky, you can see that there are eighteen armies like this.

The territory of Tianshui City is 500 miles long, about 40,000 square kilometers, and the main city of Tianshui is in the easternmost part.

At this time, nineteen rebel forces, totaling more than 30,000 people, began to assemble, and then, like a tide, marched towards the main city of Tianshui.

Like a black stormy wave, it will completely submerge Tianshui City.

Tonight, torrential rain and thunder.

......

"Dangdangdang, dangdangdang......"

Wang Cheng students, inside the concert hall.

Lanling's performance of "Destiny" reached its climax.

Everyone present completely felt that their bodies were trembling and their souls were trembling.

That tingling feeling, that feeling of trembling spirits, is so wonderful.

At this moment, he completely surrendered his soul and let it drift in the turbulent waves of the song.

The feeling of not being able to breathe all the time is so wonderful.

And Lanling used all his strength and all his mental strength to push the whole piece to the final climax.

Countless notes, like countless sharp arrows, like countless blades, crazy, one after another, rushed towards the front.

All the blood, all the anger, all the fire, all the will, all condensed into the sound of the piano, and shot into the whole space.

Fight, fight, fight......

Fight against fate, against the royal family that wants to destroy the fate of Suo, against all the darkness that wants to strangle their will.

Even if the blood is drenched, even if the bones are broken, even if the mantis arm is used as a car.

Originally, Beethoven's "Destiny" was about the power of the people triumphing over darkness and winning the final victory.

And when it came to Lanling, at the last moment, it became destruction.

It fully shows his wild will to die together.

"Dangdang......" Lanling changed the movement privately, and in the last string of notes, he played with the most intense and crazy rhythm, full of strong destructive momentum to play.

At the last note, he pressed it with all his might.

"Boom ......"

In an instant, the entire harpsichord collapsed and shattered in an instant.

The keys also burst violently, cutting his hand to the point of blood.

End of playing.

......

Finally, it's finally over.

All people, feeling their souls, have finally regained their freedom and are no longer bound by this tune.

That heart-wrenching feeling, that feeling of not being able to breathe, is finally over.

However, it seems that the whole body and spirit are still not their own, as if they have been completely shocked by the stormy waves just now and have lost themselves.

In the whole hall, there was a deathly silence first.

The spirit and soul of all people seem to be still in numbness, unable to settle for a long time.

Finally, the frozen expression of the great monk Byron finally gradually recovered.

How many years? How many years have I not been hit and baptized by such stormy waves?

This feeling, too good, that feeling of suffocation, that feeling of destruction, this feeling of destruction, is so good.

It's a great feeling to want to bow down.

This feeling of being a god at the tip of the pyramid and becoming a mortal is wonderful.

This, this is not a famous song at all, nor is it a divine comedy at all, but a killer who strangles the soul, but a poison that chokes everyone's throat and makes people unable to breathe, a devil who makes people completely intoxicated and completely worshipped.

This song is not only a hundred years old, but also a thousand years old.

Especially, in Sauron's madness, almost destruction, in his bloodthirsty play. The effect is completely devastating.

The High Priestess of Byron, propping up his old body, slowly began to applaud.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

All the Dragon Temple monks began to applaud.

Then all the trainees began to applaud and began to cry.

In the end, everyone stood up and applauded wildly.

Although there were only a few dozen people, the applause was like thunder, resounding throughout the hall.

And Dian Ning, sitting motionless in his place. She knew that her so-called suppression had become a laughing stock.

In the face of this kind of soul killer-level song, any suppression, any camera obscura, is like a dam piled up with sand, completely destroyed by the turbulent waves of this art in an instant, and no trace can be left.

Even, if you dare to mention suppression at this time, you will become a public enemy of the music industry and a ******** of the art world.

Moreover, she herself was completely shocked and lost in an instant.

She knew that this trumpet of Sauron's war against her was Sauron's will to destroy with him.

And she herself is the dark force in the music, the evil existence.

At a certain moment when listening to his song, Ning even had a feeling of surrendering, she was also a fanatic of art, and she also pursued the flutter of her heart.

In that moment, she wanted to surrender not only to the tune, but also to Sauron the person.

Because at that moment, she felt that Sauron was so charming and so exciting.

A man usually looks so ruffian, so scoundrel. And at the critical moment, it was so crazy, so full of destruction.

So talented, so handsome.

This kind of man is a poison in itself, a poison for women.

It took a few minutes before the applause subsided.

The Great Monk Byron took a deep breath, calmed his mind and said, "May I ask Your Excellency Sauron, what is the name of this piece of yours?"

"Fate. "Lanling Road.

Sure enough, only such a name is worthy of this kind of soul killer, the pinnacle of art.

"I'm not going to give you a grade because I don't think I'm qualified enough, I've got this piece in my head, can I take it back and study it?" said Monk Byron.

"Of course. "Lanling Road.

"Well, thank you. "I'm going back, I'm going back as soon as I can, because I'm going to keep this feeling of destruction, this feeling of being choked by the throat and not being able to breathe," said the Friar Byron, "and then I want to experience this piece." ”

He didn't even ask if the piece was Sauron's original. Because, this piece has never appeared in this world, and that is the work of Sauron.

Moreover, this piece is so consistent with Sauron's state of mind and situation.

The most important thing is that this kind of song, which has not been encountered in a thousand years, is not made by any skill at all, it is completely a cry from the inner soul, and an instant burst of inspiration from nine days away.

Therefore, the Friar Byron felt that it was a complete blasphemy to ask if this piece was made by Sauron.

Soon, Archmonk Byron left with all the monks of the Dragon Temple.

Now, it's time to score. All the examiners looked at Ning Ning.

All the students present were staring at Ning Ning, waiting for her score.

Quan Ning picked up the pen, wrote a score on the sign, and turned it over.

"One hundred!"

That's right, it's a hundred, a hundred out of one.

Because, at this time, her so-called suppression has become a complete laughing stock, even if she is unwilling in her heart, she can only score this score.

Because, Sauron's performance is crushing, hellish.

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Note: I still ask for recommendation votes, and the number of votes today has exceeded 1,000. I want to see as many shots as I can get today, and how many brothers are reading this book, which can comfort my nervous heart, thank you.