"The wind is blowing!" The entire competition venue showed a terrible wind, and they could hear the whirring wind clearly.

"This is definitely the most anticipated battle since the start of the war!" This is different from the previous punch and second, Yang Wuyue seems to be serious, although he still hasn't drawn his sword, but the trick of pointing into a sword is really handsome!

"Breeze Sword!" The sword qi turned into wind, using the wind as the sword, at that moment, Jiang Lan's sword disappeared, and the wind in the sky was his sword, constantly dancing and clashing, tearing away towards Yang Wuyue, it was thirty-six or seventy-two sword qi before, they could at least see it and count it, but at this moment all the wind is a sword, all the swords are wind, and they can't see it clearly, can't touch it, can't resist it.

"It's so strong!"

"This is the strong way to touch the artistic conception."

Qin Wuxin just stood quietly holding the qin, a trace of surprise appeared in her beautiful eyes, she was wearing a plain white dress, the breeze was floating, the skirt was fluttering, and her body naturally revealed a dusty atmosphere that did not eat the fireworks of the world. Originally, she thought that she could comprehend the artistic conception and it was difficult to find an opponent anymore, and she didn't have to be worse than the two people above.

"The wind is blowing!" Yang Wuyue smiled, the speed in his hand was much faster, still pumping, pumping as always, the wind would never disperse, so the sword qi would not be dispersed, but it seemed that this law would be rewritten when he came here.

No matter how agitated the wind arrives at him, it will turn into an invisible breeze, which can't hurt him in the slightest, let you storm and rain, I don't move, I don't move.

"What?" Jiang Lanjian pursued a stronger sword and faster speed, but at this moment, he still couldn't shake it.

Yang Wuyue praised, "Very good! In fact, there are only two opponents who really interest me in this battle. One is Qin Wuxin, who has a great heart, and the other is Jiang Lanjian, who has a great sword intent. It's just because I'm cultivating the Qin Heart Sword Spirit!"

"The Sword of the Heart!" Qin Wuxin suddenly said, "No wonder I always have a strange feeling when I see him, he also has a heart!"

"The Sword of the Heart!"

"The Sword of the Heart!" The exclamations came one after another, and this was the first time that Yang Wuyue had disclosed the mysteries of his cultivation. But at this moment, Jiang Lanjian's attack has reached its limit. This is his strongest swordsmanship, and he can't even shake it.

"I've been attacking for so long, so take my sword too!" Yang Wuyue slowly raised her arm, still pointing into a sword, but that sword cracked out lightly, and the next moment, the overwhelming air waves, like a fierce and mighty river, at that moment, he was this mountain and river, this sky, and this vast world.

"Boom!" The mighty wind swept the entire world in an instant.

"What's going on, isn't there a formation?"

The guys who watched the battle were also scattered by the strong wind that was set off. Several innate powerhouses have taken action to eliminate this majestic qi and become invisible.

The disciple of the Array Sect exclaimed, "The artistic conception of comprehension is enough to ignore the acquired formation, Yang Wuyue actually has the artistic conception of the wind, and it is stronger than Jiang Lanjian!"

Jiang Lanjian's sword qi could already ignore the magic circle, but it was only a small range, but at this moment, Yang Wuyue's means were too incredible. ….

"I lost!" Jiang Lan's sword was not injured, he just stuck his long sword on the ground, and half-knelt above the ground to resist this move without killing intent, yes, Yang Wuyue's sword had no killing intent at all.

The game continued, but after seeing Yang Wuyue's true strength, they all worked hard, after all, the other party's sentence, you don't even have the qualifications to let me draw the sword, it is really not very hurtful and insulting.

But soon, the next real peak battle is about to begin, because this time, Yang Wuyue's opponent is "Yang Wuyue has no heart for Qin!"

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

The big child-like Phantom Fluttershy, Qin Wuxin is the dream lover in the minds of countless disciples of the Seven Xuan Valley.

"Qin Sect disciple Qin Wuxin, please advise." Dressed in white, the figure is wonderful, because the heart of the piano is complete, she has an indescribable light temperament, with a wave of long sleeves, the long piano on the back slowly fell in front of her, there seems to be an invisible stone platform to hold it up, sit quietly, hold up the guqin, everything is so natural, it falls in the eyes of Yang Wuyue, and can't help but show a trace of appreciation.

"Heavenly Fortune Country, Yang Wuyue!" A bright light appeared in the Sumeru ring on Yang Wuyue's palm, and the Seven Peerless Pianos slowly appeared in front of him, the same elegant and natural meditation and void, the two of them didn't seem to be here to fight, but like they were here to play music.

"Good!" The cheers continued like a tidal wave.

"He's really doing the piano too!" Qin Xingxuan actually knew it for a long time, she also likes to play the piano, and the news that Yang Wuyue went to the Qinfu to find Tiansilk had already leaked out of the mouth of a certain girl, and it quietly spread throughout the entire Qinfu, making many little girls who idolized him sigh.

"Game on!" The referee elder couldn't wait to announce the start of the game.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but neither of them took the lead.

"Please!" It was Qin Wuxin who was the first to speak, and the breath of the two of them changed almost at the same time. The girl of Qinzong is by no means an idle person, but because she is low-key by nature, she will not show the landscape until now. People who learn music and rhythm like heaven and earth, and there is no dispute with the world.

The jade fingers moved lightly, and a song as fresh as the flowing water of the mountains flowed out of the strings, the music was soft, but each sound blade shot away, which was faster than the sword qi of Jiang Lanjian before, sharper, and closer to nature.

Yang Wuyue also gently threw out a note, and the two notes stirred in the air, bursting out with a strange attack.

The Guardian Light Curtain did not isolate the sound, so much so that many of the disciples around who were weak in cultivation had to cover their ears and even avoid it with pale faces.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The sound of the piano is like a stream passing over a stone, and the beads fall on a jade plate, but slowly like a mountain flowing water, surging and agitating, the gentle and quiet girl also burst out of the shocking atmosphere, the long hair is flying, still so ethereal, but an indescribable edge color emerges.

Yang Wuyue praised: "A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a soulmate at the end of the world!"

A song of liver and intestines, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, the mountains and rivers are difficult to find, the song is high and widowed, the more people with superb rhythm, the more difficult it is to find a bosom friend, at this moment Qin Wuxin touched this sentence greatly, which is dark, helpless, regretful, struggling, both, the most invincible is the loneliness of the high place.

"Cang!".

The master of the other side