Crown of Silence

Chapter 403 The Sword in the Stone

It was like a moment, a sun was stuffed into the body.

Burning inside!

The blood was boiling, running wildly in the blood. If it weren't for the cold moonlight that continuously drained away the heat and mania, Ye Qingxuan would probably have started to burn.

At that moment, the ancient long sword in his hand lit up inch by inch, shook off the copper rust, closed the gap, and released a thousand feet of fierce light.

Roaring like a dragon!

In the roar that seemed to shake the sky and shatter the mind, Ye Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and the small source that replaced the core of the Avalon barrier suddenly started, producing changes that Ye Qingxuan had never noticed.

Countless melodies were born from the chaotic music theory and connected to the sword in the stone. In an instant, a huge cycle was born. Ye Qingxuan could feel the density of ether in his blood rising rapidly.

Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times... the huge power surged from the Sword in the Stone, turning all the blood into flowing light. In the end, Ye Qingxuan could hardly feel how much his power had risen.

No more pain and discomfort, in just a moment, he had merged with the Sword in the Stone, no longer in control.

Just like what Maxwell once said to Wolf Whistle, no one else was more qualified to hold this sword than him.

Not only his bloodline, his achievements, his recognized character... but also the Avalon barrier core that turned into a small source in his body.

Since hundreds of years ago, when Arthur achieved great deeds, the Avalon barrier existed as the scabbard of the Sword in the Stone. After hundreds of years, the two merged into one again in Ye Qingxuan.

Just like turning into a god in an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt the majestic power like the movement of stars bursting out from his body.

He raised his eyes, and the light of the scorching sun burst out from his pupils. Above his head, a burning halo appeared.

Facing the tide of darkness that was coming towards him, he took a step forward, raised the hilt of the sword, and suddenly stabbed it towards the ground.

The next moment, the darkness engulfed him.

In the darkness, there was a fierce sound of the sword piercing into the iron and stone.

Bang!

Then, the blazing light was like the sun, rising into the sky!

The light released from the sword in the stone, the power of the Avalon Great Barrier was integrated into it, making the light like a sword, cutting through the obstacles and rising into the sky.

Under the illumination of the light, Paganini's sticky body twitched, as if boiling, and quickly shrank into the darkness under the Cloak of Original Sin.

Wherever the light passed, everything was illuminated.

The abyss music theory that permeated the temple quickly evaporated and fell apart, and was replaced by the music theory in the Avalon Great Barrier. The expansion of the barrier barely stopped until it encountered the Cloth of Original Sin.

Until this moment, half of the temple had fallen into the control of the Avalon barrier.

"Sure enough..."

Ye Qingxuan had expected this in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand. On the sword spine of the long sword, the countless finely interwoven, magnificent movements that looked like forged patterns faintly revealed ancient inscriptions.

The inscription said that the one who holds this sword is the king!

Wherever the sword in the stone goes, everything is the land of Anglo, the heaven on earth, and it should be covered by the Avalon barrier. The small source was connected and merged with the sword in the stone. In an instant, the music theory changed, and dozens of magnificent movements like the chapter of fate were produced. They riveted each other and evolved into the scepter of the "heaven on earth"!

"The Sword in the Stone... So that's it..."

Under the Cloth of Original Sin, Paganini suddenly laughed, first softly, then wildly, and finally became extremely sharp: "Hahahahahaha, so that's it... I never expected it!

Fate is really... If Ye Lanzhou knew about this, he would probably be so angry that he would crawl out of the grave, right? His son, actually... actually... Hahahaha... actually colluded with the murderer who killed him... It's so ironic!"

"Do you think I will believe what you say now?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him indifferently and walked forward: "Change the subject, don't talk about such boring things."

Under the Cloth of Original Sin, the sticky darkness wandered, Paganini raised his eyes from the wild laughter, looked at the solemn face of the young man, and his eyes changed subtly.

"You are much more confident now, young man. Do you have the hope of defeating me?"

He sighed softly: "But you need to know one thing. Although I became famous after Arthur, even if Arthur fell into the abyss, he would be just like me, becoming a dark noble under the command of the Hundred Eyes.

What makes you think that you can... beat! me! with a dead man's cocoon!"

As his hands moved in vain, a dark violin appeared in his hands, and the Cloth of Original Sin turned into a bow and rested on it, and then a desolate melody burst out from between the strings.

When he held the bow, there was no more evil and hideousness on his face, but a calm and peaceful look, his eyes were solemn, as if he was treating the truth, full of reverence and sincerity.

It was because of this pursuit and loyalty to music theory that he fell into the abyss, but this did not damage his power, but made that power more pure, more... thrilling!

In an instant, the Cloth of Original Sin counterattacked.

This is not a famous piece of music, but an improvisation!

The hearty and unrestrained performance was full of romance, passion and sincerity, as if a sincere friend was walking towards you, wanting to walk to your ear and whisper, telling you the secrets in his heart.

In that sad and gentle melody, the robe of original sin was turbulent, and the power from the abyss suddenly counterattacked.

Changes, chants, mental images, illusions... the music theories from the seven systems were integrated into the free and easy performance, as if it was a tide, one wave higher than another, one stronger than another, as if it would never end.

It was simply incredible!

The realm of the heaven on earth passively endured the impact, and the backlash was transmitted to Xiaoyuan with the connection. Every impact made Xiaoyuan shake endlessly, and Ye Qingxuan's face was pale and almost unable to continue.

It was simply unimaginable that just a casual performance and a capricious song that showed off skills like a game shook the realm of the sword in the stone, causing the scepter to vibrate and almost fall apart, turning into twelve golden chapters of victory again.

As expected of Paganini!

Ye Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood and supported the stability of the domain with all his strength.

Fortunately, he specialized in the domain of the forbidden school, with the solid theory of the stone heart school, the chapter of "Holy" in "Requiem" in his hand, and the reference experience of Mr. Haydn's "Genesis"... He had already mastered the compilation of music theory and the construction of the domain, otherwise there would be no way to remedy it, and he could only watch the heaven on earth fall apart.

Paganini's move was purely to suppress others with his realm.

Improvisation does not mean that he despises Ye Qingxuan. On the contrary, the saints of all generations who inherited the holy name of "Paganini" are all talented musicians with top performance skills. I don't know how many "Etudes" that practice skills are named after this holy name.

He is best at improvisation. He adapts to local conditions, transcends the shackles of tradition, and directly composes on the spot for the enemy's music, completely defeating the enemy with his almost heavenly talent.

Until Paganini's fall, the saints of all ages had created a total of 24 caprices, all of which were masterpieces created when they were inspired by powerful enemies.

Ye Qingxuan was lucky to have Paganini show his true skills to him.

But now, he really didn't have time to sigh about his ability to ridicule.

He couldn't hold on any longer.