Soul Emperor Martial God

Hum...

Dongfang slammed his hands out indifferently, Bai Zhe's palm moved like a dance.

The sound of the piano is endless, but each sound is different.

Dongfang's indifferent voice has grown somewhat, "The intersection of seven tones is my strongest method and the last resort."

"Hall Master Xiao Yi, ready."

The curled piano sound filled the world at a much faster rate than any previous time.

The first sound is wild and desolate, but extremely hot, the sound of the dragon.

The second sound, moist and continuous, the sound of the first birth of the water ancestor.

The third tone, fierce and hot, the voice of the first birth of the fire ancestor.

The fourth tone, thunder raging, the voice of Lei Zu's birth.

The fifth tone, ethereal and endless, the voice of the first birth of the ancestor.

These four tones are all primitive and inexplicable, shaped like the origin, and as if all were born from the origin.

The sixth tone, sad and desolate and turbulent, ancient soul sound.

The seventh tone, cut through the sky, pure and pure, and the sound of breaking dawn.

On the free piano, all seven strings move.

Between heaven and earth, the seven sounds meet.

Xiao Yi's sword also moved.

"Six-pole burst." Xiao Yi shouted violently.

Six torrents of sword energy rose into the sky, shaking the seven great piano sounds.

Both are surging weather conditions.

The two, but they were fighting against each other in an instant.

The seven sounds of the piano are also seven monstrous powers.

One burst, Long Yan erupted in it.

One, the vast sea. A stream of molten slurry.

One, Thunder Abyss. An endless hurricane.

A stream of pure rain. One, the purification power layer upon layer.

Anything that is rare in the world and coveted by creatures.

Anything is powerful.

Dongfang Dan Ran's momentum is already fully displayed, "Seven Tones, Rong."

The seven different sounds of the piano are also seven different sounds of heaven and earth.

The seven voices of heaven and earth that once trembled the mainland collided and merged, and the result was a strong voice that I don't know how to describe.

This sound, as if it should only exist in the sky, should not exist on the earth.

This sound seems to contain everything, and it seems to destroy everything.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one piano sound.

Seven monstrous forces also collided and merged in an instant.

The erupting dragon flames, the vast sea, the rolling molten lava, the thunder gleaming the abyss, the endless hurricanes, the pure rains stretching down, layer upon layer of essence power.

The seven are also rapidly fusing with an indescribable feeling.

Sometimes winding each other, sometimes forming a whirlpool, sometimes meeting turbulent...

After a few tenths of interest, there are no more these seven monstrous powers between the world and the earth, only... a strong power, a long river of power, traverses it.

Dongfang is indifferent, his hands are like dancing, the sound of the piano is still constant, but his face is already pale.

This blow emptied his vitality.

This is his strongest blow.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one piano sound at this moment, only a long river of strength.

Xiao Yi's sword also kept dancing.

The six sword qi torrents are fierce.

The six sword qi torrents are obviously huge, but under that long river of power, they seem to be vulnerable and incomparably small.

An astonishing pressure enveloped Xiao Yi's body.

"So strong." Xiao Yi squinted.

Dongfang Dan's attack was definitely in the ninefold category of King Realm.

"Hall Master Xiao Yi, you are defeated." Dongfang calmly pressed the strings with both hands and ten fingers.

Roar…

In the long river of strength, there was a roar.

There seems to be a giant beast looking down at Xiao Yi, telling Xiao Yi's overwhelming ability.

Roar... roar... roar... roar...

In the long river of strength, there were four more roars.

There seemed to be four heaven and earth creatures, ignoring everything, looking at Xiao Yi, this tiny ant.

Patter... Patter... Boom... Boom... Boom...

In the long river of strength, there is also the sound of rain, pitying the weak of the weak.

The last sound is a roar, which represents that if the ant continues to be unable to measure its strength, it will only purify the Xumi in its powerlessness and turn it into ashes.

It seems that the seven tones disappear, but in fact, the seven tones are in the river of strength.

The entire Eastern Family Land is quite huge, with more than a few geographical areas.

And this side courtyard, as the land of the young patriarch, is also huge, with a range of a million miles.

This land of a million miles is enough for the two to fight against each other, but it is by no means enough for the two to fight.

At this moment, the world of millions of miles has been completely flooded by two forces.

One is the long river of power, occupying 80% of the world.

One is the torrent of six sword qi, occupying only 20% of the world.

The momentum of the world has already raged to the extreme.

However, around this side courtyard, layers of barriers have already been built up.

The breath inside did not leak; the battle here did not affect the outside half.

"Hall Master Xiao Yi." Dongfang's pale face let out a heavy voice.

"Do you really want me to drop this seven-tone fusion?"

"You can choose to admit defeat now."

Xiao Yi squinted.

The pressure on him by this long river of power is even greater than the previous Beiyin Invincible.

His six poles burst current, and now in front of this long river of power, it is gradually shaky.

In Xiao Yi's eyes, in addition to horror, there was also a deep exclamation and shock.

It is not so much that he is facing this seven-tone fusion, facing this monstrous power, it is better to say that he is facing the long history of the whole world.

From this long river of power, he can feel the desolation of the ridiculous years, the power of the dragon flame sweeping the earth.

To feel the primitive feeling when the Four Ancestors of Heaven and Earth was born, that is the joy of life, and the joy that the continent finally has ocean currents, flames, wind, and lightning.

Feel the sadness and compassion of the world, and feel the birth of birth gradually in the rain of martial arts that stretches across the mainland.

The last thing I felt was the coldness in the endless darkness, and the warmth and hope that finally cut through the sky.

These feelings are extremely complicated and hard to explain at all.

But there is no doubt that what he is facing now is the long history from the birth of heaven and earth, the ridiculous years, and the present, endless years.

This is the fusion of the seven sounds of heaven and earth that once trembled the mainland.

This is a long river that can crush everything.

Xiao Yi clenched the sword tightly and looked directly at Dongfang calmly, "Let's go down."

"Voice of heaven and earth, I am not afraid."

"One day, my sword will tremble the mainland."

"Everlasting years, for me and in the world, everything is long and unmatched; but now, it is the past, this is the age of the younger generation."

Xiao Yi seems to be indifferent to the East, but more like talking to himself.

At this moment, the sword is strong and strong.

"Six poles, Yu Yin Liao." Xiao Yi shouted violently.

The six sword qi torrents merge instantly.

Roar…

A silver-white dragon came out violently.

This giant dragon is unstoppable, unstoppable, and has washed away this long history.

Cang...

Xiao Yi's sword, a masterpiece of silver light, moved instantly.

The long river of power, which occupies 80% of the world in a million miles.

Now, a silver sword light was forcibly torn apart.

The long river of strength was torn all the way and pierced all the way.

When the Long River was completely cracked, a sharp sword steadily reached Dongfang Ran's throat.

"You are defeated." Xiao Yi said coldly.

Dongfang was indifferent, without words, only his complexion looked at the cold light in front of his throat.

The piano on the table is free and idle, the seven strings have been stagnant, and the sound of the piano is gone.

He knew that he had indeed lost.

The sky and the earth were long, and finally lost to the master of Xiao Yi's hand like a broken bamboo, the strongest sword.

For a moment, he actually felt that... the Hallmaster Xiao Yi had come to the forefront of the long history.

And behind him, for countless years, countless amazing and brilliant generations, one by one who once stood on the top of the mainland, can only look back.

That figure, one person and one sword, walked in front of everyone.

The endless years are left behind by his life.

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