Soul Emperor Martial God

Wow...

Before the table case, a green and white futon appeared out of thin air.

Young Master Qingshan glanced at Xiao Yi and motioned to Xiao Yi to sit down.

Xiao Yi shook his head, eyes indifferent, "No need."

"Yi is used to raiding all over the place, and what he dislikes most is sitting in such a safe seat."

Young Master Qingshan smiled lightly when he heard the words.

He knew what Xiao Yi meant.

At the same beginning, he said that he didn't like Xiao Yi, a person with **** hands.

Now, Xiao Yi doesn't like his kind of leisurely generation.

Young Master Qingshan didn't say much, put his palms on his kiss and began to play the piano.

Hum...

The first sound of the piano sounds, soft as the wind, like a wisp of breeze, which makes people feel refreshed.

At this moment, heaven and earth are gentle.

The soft voice is gradually intensifying, but it makes people unconscious.

The sound of the piano seemed to come naturally, from soft and prestigious to a continuous stream.

I have to say that this young man in Qingshan is very handsome.

When I first saw it, I only noticed that it was beautiful and his eyes were clear and energetic.

On closer inspection, the eyebrows are like wind, the kind of handsomeness that makes people extremely comfortable, the kind of handsomeness without any evil charm, only clean.

With two palms, Bai Zhe is incomparably better than a woman's slender hand.

But at this glance, it is obvious that it is a man's hand, which is slightly wider than a woman's hand.

But this kind of broadness and whiteness, slenderness and softness, without any sense of disharmony.

Now, it is these two hands of Bai Zhe, stroking the sound of the piano, as if stirring the rivers of heaven and earth, the earth of Mianze.

Time passed slowly.

The sound of the piano is soft, slightly intensified, and then suddenly intense.

The sound of the piano at that moment was violent, seeming to penetrate through the barriers of all things, and it was very uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

But this kind of discomfort disappeared in an instant.

A soft to violent moment, the violent becomes crisp, crisp, and melodious.

With a fierce breath, people will never forget the crisp sound of the piano, and even fall into it.

Time still passed slowly.

"Water?" Xiao Yi frowned suddenly.

Around, I don't know when it started, but there was a lot of water.

In a short time, the water flow covered the earth, then spread and rise.

The world has become a kingdom of Wang Yangze.

The figure seemed to fall into the depths of the sea.

However, everything in front of me is not half dark, it is still extremely clear.

There is no rush of water, just like a trickle.

The vast ocean, with this trickle, is in harmony with it.

The sound of the piano, at this moment, changed from crisp to gentle.

In the vast ocean, a trickle flows around the body.

The coldness and killing intent in Xiao Yi's eyes was even washed away.

His heart was overwhelmingly bloody, and he was constantly impacted by this clear ocean.

Time, I don't know how long has passed.

Hum...

With both hands, Bai Zhe stopped.

The piano sound disappeared after a few minutes.

The relaxation in Xiao Yi's eyes completely restored the ultimate indifference in this instant.

Upon seeing this, Young Master Qingshan frowned and shook his head again.

"Qin, finished listening." Xiao Yi said indifferently.

Young Master Qingshan nodded.

Xiao Yi said indifferently, "Unfortunately, Yi is a rough person and doesn't understand the rhythm and elegance."

Young Master Qingshan smiled lightly, "It's not Xiao Yi's palace master."

Young Master Qingshan looked at Xiao Yi, "This song is called Qingfu."

"From the sound to the sound, it's just three tea time."

"It has the effect of washing the mind and state of mind, and it can make people feel like water, without distracting thoughts."

Young Master Qingshan shook his head slightly, "After Qing Fu, without distracting thoughts, Palace Master Xiao Yi recovered the indifferent killing intent in his eyes for an instant."

"This proves that Palace Master Xiao Yi is determined to fight the next battle, and there must be a reason."

"This also means that I have been able to hide from the first day of the junior high school, but not the 15th."

"Compared with today's challenge, or inexplicably encountering an ambush in the future, I would rather choose the former."

"Go ahead." Xiao Yi said politely.

Young Master Qingshan said with a chuckle, "I chose to challenge, but the Lord Xiao Yi is not qualified enough, I still don't know."

"Well, it's better to end the battle as soon as possible and give Xiaozhu a bit of peace on my side."

Hum...

Young Master Qingshan dropped the strings again and flicked his fingers.

A ray of piano sound bounced out.

Since the sound of the piano was separated from the body by a minute, the sound of the piano suddenly whizzed out.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi's pupils shrank instantly.

In his eyes, the sound of the piano suddenly turned into a howling gust of wind, coming over the sky.

It's as if it's overwhelming, and it's like a broken bamboo.

Xiao Yi's figure was instantly blasted back a hundred steps.

Bang...

"Sixth-tier peak cultivation base of the Monarch Realm?" Xiao Yi instantly had a judgment, and the flames in his hand kept bursting, stabilizing his figure.

The eight rounds of fire, instantly condensing the wrist.

The state of burning demons is triggered instantly.

Eight strands of powerful flames in the world also poured out, instead blocking the overwhelming sound of the howling piano.

In the air, the sky was full of violent winds, confronting the monstrous flames.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...the flames roar constantly.

Om... Om... Om... Om... Within the violent sky, the sound of the piano continued.

In the distance, Young Master Qingshan stroked his palm.

Wow... Within the violent sky, there was a loud roar.

The sound of roaring made the eight powerful flames of the world sway to collapse.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi's eyes were startled again.

The roar sounded like the anger of the world, and instantly made his body tremble from inside to outside.

The majesty and ancientness of that angry voice seemed to surpass any existence in this world.

"Drink." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice, with both hands out.

The swaying sea of ​​flames instantly turned into eight violent wandering dragons, eating away the sound of the hurricane.

Young Master Qingshan moved his fingers again.

Within the sound of the hurricane, the roar is even more dramatic.

Almost the roaring sound was even more dramatic for a moment, and an extremely hot aura instantly filled the world.

In the roar, a flame erupted.

Yes, eruption, not sudden condensation.

At the beginning of the flame, in the sound of anger, there seemed to be a serpentine giant beast, majestic overlooking the common people.

"That's..." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank.

Roar…

The flame erupted for an instant, instantly permeated, and then swallowed the sky, and the flame wandering dragons transformed by the eight powerful flames in the world were instantly swallowed by the flames.

The flame spread all the way.

Xiao Yi's figure retreated, spouting a mouthful of blood, "How is it possible, Long Yan?"

Yes, within the sound of the piano, the Dragon Flame erupted, and then swept the sky and the earth.

The mighty power even surpassed Xiao Yi's control of Long Yan, and surpassed the control of Long Yan by the Eight Heavenly King.

Not power, but power.

That gap is like Xiao Yi and Ba Tianjun are borrowing Long Yan, and this sound of piano is the birth of Long Yan.

Before Xiao Yi could react.

The monstrous dragon flame has swallowed everything, including his Xiao Yi.

In the distance, Young Master Qingshan stopped his movements on the strings and looked at Long Yan's fire lightly.

Just at this time.

"Minute."

Inside the sea of ​​flames, Long Yan gave a cold drink.

A sharp sword intent, the sword divides the fire.

Long Yan was split in half.

Inside, Xiao Yi wielded a sword in one hand and slowly took off the mask on his face with the other.

Young Master Qingshan did not move, and his face was still light.

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