Chapter 3: The Ballad of the Soul Dream

A man's jade flute spun, crossed the corner of his mouth, and played again.

This time, the voice is still extremely soft, like a breeze caressing the cheeks, like a spring rain urging white flowers to bloom, melodiously flowing, falling to the end of the world.

But this beautiful and moving flute sound, at this moment, in Han Xuanming's ears, was like a horn blown by the Hell Demon King, making his soul turbulent and his ears drummed.

He was charging at the man, and he couldn't stand this terrible sound at all, but all he could do was cover his ears with his left hand, trying to block the penetration of the sound.

However, this kind of behavior is tantamount to covering your ears and stealing the bell, just deceiving yourself, and the magic sound is permeating, and it will not have the slightest effect at all.

Han Xuanming swung his sword in mid-air, and the silver spirit cut through the void, blooming with immeasurable brilliance. A peerless silver light flashed, like a big snake across the sky, rushing towards the man's direction.

The green clothes were flying, and a jade flute was still at the corner of the man's mouth. Seeing the sword sweeping in, the man tiptoed a little, and stepped back again and again, easily avoiding Han Xuanming's killing moves.

Between dodging, the sound of the flute never stopped.

The music is like water waves, turning into cyan ripples, rippling and undulating, flowing towards Han Xuanming. At this moment, in the mountains and forests, there seemed to be waves rising, extremely gentle, rippling layer by layer.

Although it is soft and beautiful, at the same time, the sound is simply terrifying, see the trees break, see the rocks and rockslides!

The scene in front of me is like a sharp sword cutting grass, and it is a large piece with a wave. It's a pity that the old trees in the forest have grown for an unknown number of years before they grow into this appearance, and this trick alone will be destroyed.

"Whoa!"

A large number of giant trees, falling in rows like dominoes, fell in the direction of Han Xuanming's advance, completely blocking the direction of his progress.

Han Xuanming raised his sword and slashed, the silver light illuminated the sky, and the trajectory of the sword was gorgeous, making the void blurred, the speed and strength were so great that it could be seen.

"Boom!"

A silver dragon fell, directly triggering a big explosion, immeasurable brilliance rushed up, violent energy was everywhere, violently surging, crazy surging, unimaginable.

The fallen tree in front of Han Xuanming was affected, and suddenly, the branches and leaves flew sideways, like a heavy rainstorm, falling from the sky, covering everything, submerging Han Xuanming's standing place.

The silver spirit slashed, swept in all directions, and swept away the chaotic leaves that fell from the sky.

At the same time, Han Xuanming was still diving, and he had been moving towards the man.

On the other hand, the man's footwork was really weird, no matter how fast Han Xuanming's speed was, he could never catch up, and the two of them always maintained a subtle distance.

Han Xuanming could feel that the man was deliberately controlling the distance to maintain his absolute safety, and at the same time, let Han Xuanming hear his flute as much as possible. His behavior is like teasing a child.

The other party's behavior made Han Xuanming resentful, feeling humiliated and depressed, and the sword he swung became messy.

The man held the jade flute and played, his body retreated like flying, as if riding the wind, his footwork was ethereal, it was difficult for mortals to catch, and he couldn't touch his body at all.

"Damn!" Han Xuanming shouted angrily, and another sword fell.

It's a pity that this sword also missed, and it failed to hurt the man at all.

Seeing Han Xuanming's angry appearance, the smile on the man's face became more and more vigorous. The jade flute twitched, and after waving a blue light, it was placed at the corner of his mouth again, and the tune changed.

If the previous tune was a swarm of bees dancing, then this time the music is the roar of a dragon.

A sound wave came, rolling like a mountain and a river roaring, surging like an ocean torrent, breaking all barriers, and roaring towards Han Xuanming, shrouded like a wave, splitting his head and covering his face.

The long sword dances across the sky, and the silver light moves the world!

Han Xuanming danced with the silver spirit in his hand, and the sword light moved the sky, spewing out endless silver light, like a rainbow that shocked the world, and like a lightning volley in the sky, greeting the sound wave and colliding with it.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, an explosion occurred, and the bright light and blazing energy were like a mighty wind, dispelling the surrounding fog in an instant, making the field clear.

When the brilliant brilliance dissipated, Han Xuanming saw the person opposite clearly.

The man stood silently, one hand behind his back, the other holding the jade flute on his chest, and a smile on his face. Looking at Han Xuanming from afar, the man nodded slightly, and then raised the flute again.

The man whispered: "Soul dream invite, soul dream ballad, who listens, who looks, the clouds are yiyi, the wind is curling, the song is soft, the sound is misty, the heart is far away, the road is long, the soul is sad, the dream ......is far away."

"This song, see the past!"

After that, the man held the jade flute and played it quietly. In an instant, the sound of the flute floated out of the flute hole, like a gust of fairy wind, spreading to all directions.

Under the sky, in a moment, it was enveloped in beautiful music. It is like a flower rain falling, boundless, crystal clear petals, ethereal and intoxicating fragrance of flowers, flying one after another, lingering.

This time, the music was distant and melancholy, and the faint sound made people want to cry, remembering the past, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

The faint and weeping notes, poignant and beautiful, make people sad and throbbing, sad tunes, lingering in people's ears, people who listen to the sound only feel that the heart is like a knife, the liver and intestines are broken.

All of a sudden, Han Xuanming's pace of attack stopped, and he couldn't move forward half a step anymore, he stood in place, like a statue, motionless, only two lines of tears, and he didn't flow down spontaneously.

The scene in front of him was changing, and the green light flashed, as if condensing the greenery of the whole spring.

In the next moment, all the petals were withered, with the beauty of life, like the last bloom.

The rain fell, and all of a sudden, it began to burn, and it didn't take long for it to evolve into a burning fire, the fire was endless, burning, and connected with the end of the sky.

In the boundless fire, the woman's voice sounded, with endless despair and helplessness, crying and howling desperately, exhausting all the strength of this life.

At the bottom of Han Xuanming's heart, he only felt more and more pain, as if someone had stabbed him in the heart with a knife and stirred in his heart.

He understood very well, the scene in front of him was definitely a fantasy caused by the sound of the flute, he wanted not to think about it, not to listen, but he couldn't stop it at all, and the pain in his heart was difficult to calm.

In my ears, the sound of weeping music had long since disappeared, and all that remained in my ears was the crackling sound of the firelight exploding, and the desperate and miserable cry of a woman.

Listening to the voice in his ears, the pain in Han Xuanming's heart became more and more profound, and tears were surging and flowing down in streams. He tried desperately to block his ears, trying to prevent the sound from reaching his ears, but helplessly, it didn't have the slightest effect.

"Stop blowing, stop blowing!" Han Xuanming shouted desperately.

But how could the man listen to Han Xuanming, he stood not far from Han Xuanming, not only did not stop playing, but approached in the direction of Han Xuanming step by step.

Han Xuanming cried helplessly like a child, and her tears couldn't stop flowing. He covered his ears with his hands and shook his head desperately, still shouting, "Stop blowing!

Looking at Han Xuanming's desperate appearance, the man had no sympathy, and the flute became louder and louder.

When he walked in front of Han Xuanming, only two or three steps, the jade flute in the man's hand turned, crossed the corner of his mouth again, and played, the tune had changed.

Like a golden song, like a galloping horse, the original melancholy crying tune, without the slightest turn, suddenly turned into a high-pitched sound, like a big drum hammering.

Suddenly, the flute sounded loudly, and it sounded right in front of Han Xuanming!

It was like a volcano erupting, and endless greenery emanated from the jade flute, blooming with immortal divine light, spreading one ripple after another, with the jade flute as the center, like a heavenly sword.

Han Xuanming was still in pain, and even closed his eyes, where could he catch such a move?

Biguang rushed over, like a long whip slashing horizontally, and collided heavily with Han Xuanming, knocking it away on the spot, falling more than ten meters away, and hitting a giant tree before stopping.

This impact made Han Xuanming sober up and walked out of despair and pain. His appearance, a little embarrassed, got up from the ground, barely stood up straight, staring at his opponent, full of hatred.

With a swing of the long sword, he was ready to attack.

But the opponent, how can you give Han Xuanming a chance?

The man smiled at the corner of his eyes, danced the jade flute, and changed his tone again.

This time, the style of the song is still different from the past, there is no warm tactfulness, no humorous crying, no excitement and high-pitched, but it has become a creepy cold.

Hundreds of ghosts chirped, thousands of souls wept and mourned, like the cold wind blowing in winter, like the cold air in the extreme north drifting away, and the music was like a wind blowing, flowing to the bottom of people's hearts, it was an endless cold.

For a moment, people only felt like falling into an ice cellar, chilling from the depths of their souls, as if they were being targeted by a demon, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their faces turned pale, and their legs trembled.

A song of magic sounds and a hundred ghosts cry, the soul is far away and the heart is sad!

The magic sound was like a ghost's scream, and it once again covered Han Xuanming's ears.

Suddenly, Han Xuanming's body began to tremble, not scared, not afraid, but the swaying and trembling of his body just couldn't stop.

Han Xuanming wanted to attack, but he couldn't even stand steadily, and when he walked, he swayed left and right, trembling like a centenarian.

In such a situation, how to make a move?

The person opposite, at this time, was quite complacent and looked pleasant. Seeing that Han Xuanming's body was unstable, the man held the jade flute and waved, and another emerald green divine light split out.

The blazing endless, the green light turned into a shocking rainbow, like a big wave, indestructible, earth, stone and trees encountered, immediately like tofu, was easily cut in half.

Han Xuanming secretly said that it was not good, and wanted to avoid it from afar, but at this moment, he was still under the effect of the ghost-like flute, and his body was unstable, so he stumbled and fell directly.

Crawling on the ground, Han Xuanming looked back and felt horror in his heart.

The green light is getting closer!

Suddenly, as if from a distant horizon, a bright glow spilled out, blocking the path of the green light. At the same time, Ye Zhenzhen's voice sounded: "Don't be afraid, sir, Zhenzhen is here!"