"What kind of play is this, why do I think he's so strong when he doesn't shoot"?

"What kind of play is this, why do I think he's so strong when he doesn't shoot"?

"What kind of play is this, why do I think he's so strong when he doesn't shoot"?

……

The barrage has swiped the screen, the people of the Journey to the West, the demon has never seen such an appearance, and all of them have been shocked in their hearts, and it is already an anecdote of ancient times to make songs.

In today's world, no one has come and will sing you a song.

Not to mention the singing and the accompaniment of music, they can't describe this way, but they are all shocked.

"Jiang Tian has no fiber dust, and the Tao is not vain, only in people, this must be the master of my Daomen."

"Yes, I just don't know if it's for one"?

"Hmph, it must be me Kunlun."

"No, it must be my Shushan lineage."

……

"Ah, listen to it, this music is good, if only we could listen to it all the time, can you let us hear it all the time."

"Yes, yes, yes, listen to it, the music of Chang'an City on the tip of my tongue is also the same, I really want to listen to it, it would be nice if there was a score, I want to rehearse with my sisters."

……

"Human Princess, we support you and kill this Daomen."

"Yes, we birds support you."

"So do we, the beasts."

"Aquariums too".

"Beat out the shit of the people of the Daomen, kill it, the Taoist priests deserve to die."

……

"Bastard, the demon is looking for death".

"If you dare to instigate the confrontation between the queen of my human race and the real people of the Daomen, you should be killed."

"I'm afraid of you, there's a kind of coming to kill me."

"Report the address".

"Hmph, Zhujie Mountain Jiuqu Panhuan Cave, Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, waiting for the big driver."

……

The barrage is chaotic, and people and demons have different ideas at the moment, and they scold each other directly. In the fantasy country, on the battle platform, the eldest grandson Wujian has not taken a single step for a long time.

"Eldest Sun Wuji, it's time for you to step out of the battle platform to meet the challenge," Zhao Zhao's voice sounded in the sky.

The eldest grandson looked up at the sky and asked respectfully, "Master Xing, if I step out to fight against this Dao Sect real person, will I still be able to hear this music?"

Zhao Zhao, who was monitoring the fantasy country, frowned, and replied in surprise: "Of course, what you hear now is not a battle song, of course you have to cut the song when you start fighting."

"Thank you, Lord Walker, for your doubts," the eldest grandson Wujian remained motionless, closing his eyes and listening, enjoying the surround sound coming from all directions.

She likes music very much, but for the first time she has this feeling of being wrapped in music, it is as if the whole person has fallen into the ocean of music, and at the same time, the source of music is such a masterpiece, how can she bear to miss it.

"Hey, this princess doesn't move, what is she doing?"

"Stupid, enjoy the music, didn't Master Xing just say that once the fight starts, you won't be able to hear this music."

"Well, then I'm going to thank him, I want to listen to this song too, it's really wonderful."

……

Good music can resonate, and it is clear that this modern work with various instruments and tunings has conquered most of the viewers in the live broadcast room.

Again.

Twice.

Three times

……

The tired harvest sky shrouded by the golden sun hangs above the sea of clouds, and the poem number is gone, but the BGM is constantly in the mode of single song loop.

Wrong?

Zhao Zhao raised his eyebrows.

This is a place to fight, not a place to listen to songs, how can you do it if you don't fight, so what reason do I have to update? And what's the reason not to update?

There was no sound, and the background sound stopped.

In an instant, the eldest grandson Wuji, who was enjoying this song, opened his eyes, and the fans in the live broadcast room also broke away from the song.

"Ah, keep playing, I haven't heard enough yet."

"yes, yes, what are you doing?"

"Give me back the music"?

"Give me back the music".

……

There was a lot of discussion on the barrage, and on the battle platform, the eldest grandson Wujian felt a resentful gaze looking at him, and she was uncomfortable.

As a smart woman, she instantly understood the reason, and stepped out with a dry smile and stepped on the sea of clouds.

The feet that fell were a little afraid, the sea of clouds, and the peaks below could be seen like a forest, this feeling of stepping on the sky and clouds for the first time in her life.

It's scary.

But, it's exciting.

"The eldest grandson of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, please teach the real people of the Daomen," although she does not know the magic channel method, nor does she have a spiritual treasure magic weapon, but as Li Shimin's woman, she can use a sword, and when she follows Li Shimin, she also has a head in her hand.

The immortal light flashed, and the immortal's mana appeared in her hand with her thoughts, emitting a sharp white light.

Hanging in the air, the silent Tired Harvest Tian spoke at this time: "Take my sword, and you win."

The thick voice of Zhongzheng brought an unprecedented pressure.

The eldest grandson Wujian frowned, stomped on his feet, and stepped on the sea of clouds and rushed towards Jinyang, but the sea of clouds was vast, and he didn't run too far for a while.

？？？？

？？？？

？？？？

……

On the screen of the live broadcast room, the virtual barrage was full of question marks, and countless demon clans fell directly to the ground laughing, what is this princess doing?

The Terrans who watched the live broadcast were even more silent, covering their faces, feeling a little embarrassed inexplicably.

Chang'an City Road Palace.

The immortal masters who watched looked at each other, raised their foreheads and sighed, only to feel that their eyes were spicy, and the children were holding sledgehammers, which was unbearable, and this queen didn't know how to use mana at all.

Zhao Zhao, who overlooked the fantasy country, was also dumbfounded, sighed and directly gave the order to take out the sword to the tired world.

Rumble!

The golden sun burned violently, the great sunlight flame bloomed, and the golden light scattered all over the sea of clouds, and in the light, a golden long sword with a mighty sword pierced through the golden sun and shot into the sky, and the volley swirled and exploded into two smaller golden yang entwined and swirled, stirring and scorching sword wind and slashing down.

"Twin Yang Foehn".

The second form of Jiuyang Tianjue has begun to appear in the dust.

Shuangyang Condensing Sword, a sword fell from the sky, the eldest grandson Wuji's face turned pale in an instant, as a mortal, how could she have ever seen such a magnificent sword?

The sword wind blew, and the eldest grandson, who had the same mana realm as the assassin Ti Shutian, directly turned into powder, and was completely strangled and burned by the sword light.

The light gathered, turned into a beam and flew towards the battle platform, and after landing, it re-transformed into the appearance of the eldest grandson.

Over the battle platform.

The word nine suddenly changed to eight.

Call.

Call.

Call.

The eldest grandson gasped heavily, this body would not sweat, otherwise it would have been sweating at the moment.

Thinking back to the sword just now, is it really a sword, how do you feel that the sun in the sky smashed it directly, and it was two in one breath?

Is this swordsmanship?

How can there be such a swordsmanship?

Do immortals use such magical powers in fights?

This sword frightened the eldest grandson Wujian and the others in front of the screen.

Because the mobile phone is a drop of blood to recognize the Lord, it is connected to the heart, and this sword falls in the fantasy country, but there is still a trace of breath transmitted and falls in the hearts of the audience in front of the screen.

This trace of sword power directly made hundreds of thousands of people feel the pressure of the scorching destruction, and they froze there one by one, their faces as white as paper.