The sound of the piano aroused the endless resonance of the other old men.

They all gave birth to an inexplicable sense of grief and indignation in their hearts, listening to the sound of the piano, and feeling that the heart of the outer immortals, how noble and elegant, innocent Dao heart, but on the contrary, this heart is going to be broken by someone, some people are in the red dust, stupid, that's it, but these people can't see themselves in a corner, but they have to destroy their state of mind, and pull into the red dust to roll.

These people just want to be quiet, why do these people always refuse to let go of themselves?

Not only the Seven Friends of Huawai, but even Mr. Tianji.

Sui Hansuo loves to play the piano and play the rhythm the most, the piano skills are unparalleled in the world, and more importantly, he cultivates to the highest, almost reaching the realm of the gods, and now when he is playing the piano, he will also inject his understanding of the avenue of heaven and earth into the piano, turning into a rhythm flying between heaven and earth.

Under this profound and endless, implicit law of heaven and earth, no one can resist the artistic conception in his piano sound, and Mr. Tianji can't, he even felt the state of mind of the seven friends in the piano, and also felt their disappointment and grief and indignation towards themselves, and began to feel a little ashamed of themselves, feeling that they were red and dusty, staining the snow here!

He turned to look at Fang Yuan, trying to persuade Fang Yuan to leave.

Those of you who are in the red dust, just roll in the red dust, don't disturb the master's mood.

But at this time, Fang Yuan was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the chessboard, motionless.

He can feel the realm in the sound of the piano, and even this realm makes him very envious, and he also wants to hold a book, cook a pot of wine, and be leisurely in the realm described by the sound of the piano......

But he couldn't!

He heard the sadness and indignation in the sound of the piano, but in his own heart, he was also dissatisfied.

Kill Long Jiansuo, that's why!

Lord Xuanming, you must bring it back, otherwise the speed of the Nine Heavens Circle will be delayed, I don't know how long it will take to slow down, and now, there are only less than nineteen years before the catastrophe comes, and it is too little to set aside time to arrange the big array.

At that time, in the first bet, Fang Yuan had already won the Xuanming Venerable Lord and controlled his fate, but at this time, Long Jiansuo was the first to stand up, and the situation was disruptive, forcing Fang Yuan to bet on the sword path with him, in exchange for the Xuanming Venerable Lord to stay in the snow field, this was an unreasonable thing, because he didn't know how Fang Yuan's sword path was at that time, and he thought that Fang Yuan was only good at the formation path......

...... It was precisely because he was quite unreasonable that Fang Yuan would directly slash him with a sword at that time!

After slashing Long Jiansuo, this bet cannot be conceded by half a point.

Fang Yuan was silently thinking about how to win this gambling battle.

He has comprehended ninety percent of the heavenly merits, and he has comprehended the primeval magic chapter, and his comprehension of the Great Dao can almost be compared with the lords of the major saints. After comprehending these things, he may be able to learn anything, but this does not mean that he can not learn it. For him, the time on the path of cultivation is too short, and he has too many things he wants to learn, but he has never had the opportunity to learn.

It's like a rhythm, and he doesn't know anything.

Maybe casually on the side of the street, pull a blind man's piano sound, he is not as good, maybe in the Qinglou, just find a Qing Qi who is just learning pipa, he is not as good, how can he win in this rhythm, can be called the world's unparalleled old man?

But Fang Yuan thought silently in his heart, still unwilling to give up.

When the cultivators saw that he didn't move, they knew in their hearts that Fang Yuan was not sure, and they were already a little sneering.

By this time, Fang Yuan could already admit defeat.

It's just that when they didn't admit defeat just now, Fang Yuan didn't force them, and they naturally didn't force Fang Yuan.

What they hope for now is actually Fang Yuan taking the initiative to admit defeat in this music rhythm, so that everyone can save face for each other and retreat, they don't pursue Fang Yuan's killing of Long Jiansuo, and Fang Yuan doesn't want to mention the other bets to win......

The sound of the piano is clear, tinkling, and now the artistic conception in the sound of the piano has changed again, and there is another empty mood, it seems that the people who play the piano do not want to be dirty, but they still change back, what they want is just quiet, they just want to let the person who has soiled the snow around him leave, don't bother yourself again, and go to your dirty red dust to roll around......

At this moment, Fang Yuan sighed lowly.

He stood up, his big sleeves flicked slightly, and in the green qi illusion, a golden toad appeared, the toad opened its big mouth, Fang Yuan's heart moved, and then he saw that something flew out of the toad's mouth, and when all the cultivators went to see it, they couldn't help but be stunned, but they saw that what flew out of the toad's mouth was a big drum in black pitch, simple and ordinary, without the slightest elegance at all.

He actually wants to fight?

All the cultivators were stunned, crying and laughing.

Moreover, is it the use of the simplest instruments such as drums, to fight the unparalleled sound in the world?

Even Mr. Tianji was a little embarrassed and wanted to persuade Fang Yuan to stop.

Just think that this trip is in vain, and return to Yilou, and then think of a way!

But Fang Yuan was very serious, he stood the big drum in front of him, holding two bean mallets, motionless, this kind of serious appearance also made Mr. Tianji not bother, he could only watch from the side, I just hope that in this battle, the loss is not too ugly......

The sound of the piano changed again, and it seemed to have a little more meaning of teasing, persuading Fang Yuan to stop.

The red-clothed girls next to them were already giggling and pointing at Fang Yuan.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly held a big mallet in his hand and slammed it heavily on the drum.

"Knock knock!"

"Knock Boom!"

"Knock knock!"

The sound of the drums was monotonous and dull, completely different from the Qingyue changes of the sound of the piano, but Fang Yuan ran a body of mana, and when he beat it heavily, the sound was majestic, shaking the four fields, and every sound was like beating the heart of a person, making the qi and blood flow rapidly......

Sui Hansuo's face changed slightly, the mana worked, the ten fingers were like flying, the sound of the piano was changing, like an invisible heaven and earth, covering everyone inside, between heaven and earth, the stars changed, the wind and clouds flowed, everything in the world became small, all disputes, in front of this eternity, are like jokes, only this heaven and earth, only that realm, eternal existence, looking down on the world!

But under the sound of the piano, the drum continues!

Fang Yuan's beating of the drum was also very simple, but his face was resolute, not in a hurry, and he was beating slowly.

His mana is not as good as Sui Hansuo, his music rhythm is not as good as Sui Hansuo, and this animal skin drum is even worse than Sui Hansuo's Xuanbing Xianqin.

But the drums sounded deeply, but there was an endless iron-blooded killing.

Mr. Tianji's face gradually changed, and he could hear Fang Yuan beating the sound of He Drum.

That's the war drums of the Demon Side!

When the soldiers of the Demon Border fought bloodily and rushed towards the endless dark creatures, it was accompanied by the sound of these drums.

The drums beat together, and the pillow waits.

The drums beat together, slay the demons and eliminate the demons.

The drums are beating together, I don't know if there is a return, but I pray that the blood in my heart is not cold!

The old men in the audience couldn't laugh anymore.

Even those children in red couldn't laugh at this time.

Fang Yuan had personally experienced the battlefield of the Demon Border, seen the scene of the battle of ten thousand armies, and seen the dense and almost desperate dark creatures, so from the sound of his drums, all the cultivators seemed to see that army and dark creatures fighting, and during the battle, they didn't know when they were swallowed by the dark creatures, and they didn't know how many of their comrades-in-arms were left after a charge......

These soldiers on the demon side, where do they know what is quiet and elegant, and where do they know what wonderful music and rhythm!

All they know is that when the drums beat together, they should fight!

No matter life or death, no matter injury or illness, the only thing that accompanies you is the sound of drums.

Fang Yuan had just returned from the Demon Side now, and he had experienced the battle and despair between the Demon Side and the Demon Domain, with a body of war and murderous aura.

Now this murderous aura is transmitted in the sound of drums, shaking the heavens and the earth.

......

......

"Zheng Zheng ......"

The sound of the piano suddenly became chaotic.

His piano is a good piano, his piano skills are unparalleled, his mood is unblemished, and his mana is even more than Fang Yuan.

But under the impact of Fang Yuan's drumming and iron-blooded artistic conception, the elegant meaning contained in his piano sound was suddenly torn apart by the impact, just like the white, flawless ice and snow, suddenly a canopy of blood splashed up, this ice and snow will also melt, and it will become bloody and dirty, ugly, like the most tragic and ugly existence in the world......

Elegant and elegant, your life is gone, you elegant fart!

Sui Hansuo's palm stroking the qin suddenly stopped, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

No matter how high his cultivation and piano skills are, he can't play anymore at this time.

for his heart is troubled.

So he also stopped the sound of the piano and turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, listening to the monotonous and dull sound of the drum with the others.

There is no mountain snow, no weeping willow dew, only iron and blood, wind and sand!

Lord Xuanming listened to the sound of the drum, the sadness and indignation on his face gradually receded, only a desolation, Xing Luosuo sighed in a low voice, threw away the chess pieces in his hand, Bai Idiot and Bai Zhangsuo, no longer pretended to continue to look at the appearance of the green qi talisman, but turned around, although there was helplessness on his face, more of it was self-deprecation, and the dragon marrow was already sitting on the stone next to him, rubbing his face.

Mr. Tianji, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and Lao Huai was relieved.

......

......

"Knock ......"

Fang Yuan finished hitting the last drum and turned around.

The sound of the drum is melodious and condensed, as if it is going to spread to the edge of the sky and spread all over the world.

Fang Yuan accepted the drumstick, slowly saluted to Sui Hansuo, and said, "Senior, I actually don't understand music!"

Sui Hansuo was also silent, put away the piano on his lap, and then slowly got up, saluted Fang Yuan, and sighed: "I can hear it, you really don't understand the rhythm, even if it is these few drums, it is just a kind of learning, but this gamble is ......."

He was silent for a long time and said, "You won!"

The faces of all the people around them became extremely gray, and they all saluted Fang Yuan.

No matter who it is, they can hear it, when it comes to the law of sound and law, of course, Fang Yuan can't compare to Sui Hansuo, but in this gambling fight just now, Fang Yuan did win, Sui Hansuo's artistic conception may be higher than Fang Yuan, but the will in Fang Yuan's drums, the kind of real battlefield iron and blood, but no one can suppress it, that kind of music rhythm is simple, primitive, but the most important thing.

They still have a lot of excuses, such as not finishing the game, and there are many kinds of symbols.

But at this time, as Sui Hansu's words came out, no one made excuses, just admitted defeat.

"Seven friends outside the world, lost in the hands of Xiaoyou today, if you want to kill or chop, Xi Tingzun!"

Sui Hansu said softly, his face unchanged.

With his cultivation, if he doesn't admit defeat, who can force him?

To go, who can keep him?

But he was still frank and said this, and did not complain.

"The younger generation doesn't want to mention the word killing anymore!"

Fang Yuan saluted to the six elders and said, "I just want to invite the six seniors to give up this fairyland and enter the world again!"

The six old men glanced at each other, and they all sighed, they had actually guessed Fang Yuan's thoughts a long time ago, but at the beginning, when they saw Fang Yuan swing his sword and kill Long Jiansuo, their minds were a little confused, so when they admitted defeat just now, they really thought that Fang Yuan would ask for the heads of the six of them, but they didn't expect that what Fang Yuan did was still just what they thought, but it made them all feel a little emotional.

"If there is such a day, the catastrophe will not come again, and the heavens and the earth will be peaceful......"

Fang Yuan suddenly spoke at this time, looking at the six of them: "...... I actually want to live this life the most!"

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