Chapter 1010: The Sound of the Piano
Ye Xiaochuan was not surprised at all that Lan Qiyun would be surrounded by a group of griffins, ten years ago on the Broken Sky Cliff, the woman he hated the most was Lan Qiyun, since the first meeting, Lan Qiyun's arrogant head was high, it didn't matter if he looked down on himself, even Senior Brother Gu Jianchi
It doesn't seem to be in Lan Qiyun's eyes, and it's strange that the griffin doesn't eat her.
Hate is hate, Lan Qiyun's Taoism really doesn't have to be said, among the scattered cultivation forces of the East China Sea Islands, the most outstanding young disciples of this generation should be Lan Qiyun and Baili Kite. Back then, in the ring, Ye Xiaochuan did not defeat Lan Qiyun in close combat, and he was unable to resist the huge spiritual power of the Flame Divine Sword, and at the last moment, Ye Xiaochuan performed the divine soul attack recorded in the fourth volume of the Book of Heaven, almost causing both of them to fall into a place of no return, and in the end, Ye Xiaochuan was
Relying on this divine soul attack, he defeated Lan Qiyun in one fell swoop.
That divine soul attack was a memory that Ye Xiaochuan could never forget, and it was also a memory that Lan Qiyun could not forget. Although the spirits of the two people only fused for a moment, they still reacted very violently to each other.
At that moment, many memory fragments about Lan Qiyun appeared in Ye Xiaochuan's mind, and Lan Qiyun's mind was also stuffed with many memory fragments about Ye Xiaochuan.
Over the years, the fragments of memories that do not belong to themselves in the minds of the two have not faded because of the passage of time, but have become more and more real, which makes both of them very distressed. Ye Xiaochuan was okay, Situ Feng's remnant soul had explained to him back then, the reason why some memories of Lan Qiyun suddenly appeared was because the souls of the two were chaotic at the moment of fusion, but fortunately, it was only a touch of a touch, and if the time was longer, there would be no less
Xu's memory fragments may be the memories of the other party's growth over the years.
But Lan Qiyun doesn't know this, since he fought with Ye Xiaochuan ten years ago, he suddenly has a lot of memories in his mind that don't belong to him, and the memory is a stubborn young man, with that obscene expression and hideous face, how do you look like Ye Xiaochuan. Of course, she didn't know that there were such mysterious and mysterious things as divine soul attacks and memory blending in the human world, so Lan Qiyun had been very distressed over the years, and she had already reached the eighth layer of the spiritual silence realm a few years ago, but with her arrogant and arrogant character, she didn't even come to Middle-earth to show off, in fact
It's because she's afraid of something, or she's afraid of seeing someone.
Human beings are the strangest creatures in this world, and human feelings are even more mysterious and mysterious.
Obviously, I hate a person very much, and I hate each other a hundred times all day long, but I hate and hate and suddenly I don't hate. In the villain book "Monkey King" that Ye Xiaochuan has read in recent years, the monkey who jumped out of the stone in the story also learned to be in love with humans, and the girl he liked was actually a woman he had always hated. So in the book a wise man once said to him
once said: Falling in love with someone you once hated is the scariest thing.
Lan Qiyun naturally doesn't have any feelings for Ye Xiaochuan, and if he wants to say that he has it, he also hates. But the memories of Ye Xiaochuan in her mind have become more and more real over the years, and the key is that she doesn't know such a thing as soul and soul fusion, so she began to think crankily, thinking that the young man she once defeated herself never forgets, so there will still be information about this teenager in her mind
The myriad fantasies of man.
Therefore, she never dared to come to Middle-earth all these years. Lan Qiyun and Ye Rou were back to back, one red and one green and two swords echoed, I have to say that if you find a friend who Lan Qiyun can trust in the whole world, then this person has no one else except Ye Rou. Facing the enemy with his back to his back, this is completely entrusting his back to the other party, not life and death
Mutual friends cannot be trusted.
Ye Rou's Dao is not under Lan Qiyun, but the fairy sword in her hand is a water-based fairy sword, not as fierce and domineering as the flame sword in Lan Qiyun's hand, so it seems that Ye Rou's offensive is much smaller than Lan Qiyun's.
There were many griffins, more and more, at first the two were only besieged by a group of about four or five thousand griffins, and after holding out for an hour, the two killed at least hundreds of griffins, but succeeded in consuming the number of griffons around them to at least seven thousand. The griffins in the Black Forest are huge, more than a foot wide, and it's okay to ride two people on it, ordinary people can't even deal with a griffin at all, even if they are cultivators, it's okay to deal with a hundred and ten, a lot of them, unless it's a Demon Sect disciple who can do the doppelganger technique, or Xiang Ye Xiaochuan and Wan Yan without tears
That's a lot of speed, otherwise you'll be trapped alive by countless griffins. At that time, when the griffin flock surrounded her, the two of them would be fine as long as they lowered their altitude and flew into the forest under their feet to dodge, but Lan Qiyun's arrogant personality made her feel that there was no need to make a fuss about dealing with a few flat-haired beasts, and when the black griffin group pressed up, the two of them wanted to run
It's too late.
The two of them fought fiercely for more than an hour, and the true yuan was consumed a lot, and they looked very embarrassed at the moment, and the clothes on their bodies were torn a lot by the griffin's sharp beak and claws. Lan Qiyun was better, after all, the flaming sword in his hand was so bright that ordinary griffins really didn't dare to approach.
Then Ye Rou was more miserable, the ribbon that tied her hair was grabbed by a damn griffin, her hair was scattered, there were several bloody claw marks on her sleeves and clothes, and she looked like a beautiful female ghost.
Seeing that the strength of the two of them was exhausted little by little by the griffons, at this moment, a pleasant sound suddenly sounded in the croaking sound, like an ethereal sound, which could be clearly heard in the cries of countless griffins.
Sound can control any living being, even cultivators can be controlled by sound.
Ten years ago, Yun Qiyou followed Yun Yazi to learn art, and on the Yangtze River, Yun Qiyou learned the way of music and rhythm, and was able to control a Chinese sturgeon several feet long in the Yangtze River.
In the past ten years, she has made rapid progress in music and rhythm, although she has hardly performed it, but I am afraid that even Yun Yazi, who has been immersed in this way for hundreds of years, may not be able to compare with her.
Qing Yan controls hundreds of thousands of poisonous insects and poisonous bees, and a large part of this is through the bamboo flute in his hand.
Although Yun Qiyou is far inferior to the means of the Five Poison Sect in controlling demons, it is still possible to disperse these griffins and rescue the trapped Lan Qiyun and Ye Rou. The beautiful melody gradually changed to a decisive Zhen Zhen iron sound, Ye Xiaochuan and Qin Fanzhen already had the urge to block their ears, the sound of the piano seemed to be able to control their heartbeat, so that their blood began to accelerate, if it was not suppressed by their own true law, they were only afraid of the true yuan spiritual power in the meridian river
It began to boil. After finishing without tears, he was not affected much, and his expression was very strange to look at Yun Qiyou, who was flying with his eyes closed.
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