It was like a sun was inserted into the body in an instant.
Burning inside and outside!
The blood was boiling and running wildly in his veins. If it weren't for the cold moonlight that continuously drained away the heat and mania, Ye Qingxuan might have started to burn.
At that moment, the ancient sword in his hand lit up inch by inch, shaking off the patina, closing the gap, and releasing a blazing light.
The roar is like a dragon's roar!
In the heart-breaking roar that seemed to shake the sky, Ye Qingxuan's heart burst, and the small source that replaced the core of the Avalon barrier suddenly activated, producing changes that Ye Qingxuan had never noticed.
Countless melodies were born from the chaotic music theory and were connected to the Sword in the Stone. In an instant, a huge cycle was born. Ye Qingxuan could feel the ether density 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 was unable to realize how far his power had risen.
There was no longer any pain or discomfort. In just an instant, he had become one with the Sword in the Stone, and there was no longer any risk of losing control.
Just like what Maxwell once said to Wolf Flute, no one other than himself can be more qualified to hold this sword than him.
Not only his bloodline, his proven achievements, his recognized character... but also the core of the Avalon barrier that turned into Xiao Yuan in his body.
Since hundreds of years ago, when Arthur achieved greatness, the Great Barrier of Avalon has existed as the scabbard of the Sword in the Stone. After hundreds of years, the two merged into one again from Ye Qingxuan.
As if he transformed into a god in an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt the majestic power like the movement of stars erupting from his body.
He raised his eyes, and the light of the scorching sun burst out of them, and a burning halo appeared above his head.
Facing the tide of darkness coming towards him, he took a step forward, raised the hilt of his sword high, and stabbed it towards the ground.
The next moment, darkness swallowed him.
In the darkness, there was the sound of the sword piercing the iron stone.
collapse!
Immediately afterwards, a fierce light rose into the sky like the sun!
The light released from the sword in the stone, the power of the Great Barrier of Avalon was integrated into it, causing the light to cut through the obstruction like a sword and soar 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 Clothes of Original Sin.
Wherever the light passes, everything is illuminated.
The abyss music theory that penetrated the temple quickly evaporated and fell apart, replaced by the music theory in the Great Barrier of Avalon. It wasn't until he encountered the Clothes of Original Sin that the expansion of the barrier came to a halt.
Up to this moment, half of the temple has fallen into the control of the Avalon Barrier.
"Sure enough..."
Ye Qingxuan had already expected this. He lowered his head and looked at the long sword in his hand. On the sword's spine, ancient inscriptions were faintly revealed among the countless finely intertwined and magnificent movements that looked like forged patterns.
The inscription says, whoever holds this sword is the king!
Wherever the Sword in the Stone goes, everything is the land of Angel, the kingdom of heaven on earth, and it should be covered by the Great Barrier of Avalon. Xiaoyuan connected and merged with the Sword in the Stone. In an instant, the music theory changed and produced dozens of magnificent movements that were like chapters of destiny. They riveted together and evolved into the scepter of "Heaven on Earth"!
"The sword in the stone...that's how it is..."
Under the clothes of original sin, Paganini suddenly laughed, first softly, then wildly, and finally became extremely sharp: "Hahahahahahaha, that's how it is... I never expected it! The fate is really... If Ye Lanzhou knew anything about it, , I’m afraid he will crawl out of the grave angrily, right? His son actually... actually... hahahaha... actually colluded with his murderer... 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 topic, don't talk about such boring things."
Under the Clothes of Original Sin, the sticky darkness moved around. Paganini raised his eyes from his wild laughter and looked at the young man's solemn face, and his eyes changed subtly.
"You are much more confident now, young man. Do you have the expectation to defeat 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 the dark ministers under the Hundred Eyes. What makes you I think you can just take a handful of a dead man’s broken cocoon... fight! Win! Me!”
As he moved his hands, a pitch-black violin appeared in his hands. The Clothes of Original Sin turned into a bow and rested on it, followed by a desolate melody bursting out from between the strings.
The moment he held the bow in his hand, there was no evil or ferocious look on his face. Instead, he was calm and peaceful, with solemn eyes, as if he were treating the truth, full of reverence and sincerity.
It is precisely 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 purer and more... thrilling!
In an instant, the Clothes of Original Sin counterattacked.
This is not a famous movement, but an improvisation!
The hearty sway is full of romance, enthusiasm and sincerity, as if a sincere friend is coming to you, wanting to come to your ear, whispering, and telling the secrets in your heart.
In that sad and gentle melody, the Clothes of Original Sin stirred, and the power from the abyss suddenly counterattacked.
Changes, chants, mental images, illusions... The music theories from the seven systems are integrated in the free and easy performance, rushing in like a sea wave, one wave higher than the other, each time stronger than the last, as if there is no end.
Simply incredible!
The realm of heaven on earth passively withstood the impact, and the countershock spread to Xiaoyuan with the connection. Every impact shocked Xiaoyuan, and Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale, almost unable to survive.
It is simply unimaginable that just a casual performance and a game-like dazzling Caprice could shake the realm of the Sword in the Stone, causing the scepter to vibrate and almost fall apart, turning it into a golden chapter of twelve sure-wins again.
As expected of Paganini!
Ye Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of blood and tried his best to support the stability of the field.
Fortunately, he specializes in the realm of the Forbidden School, relies on the solid theories of the Stone Heart School, and has the "Holy" chapter in "Requiem" and a reference to Mr. Haydn's "Genesis" in his hands. Experience... The organization of music theory and the structure of the field have come to the fore. Otherwise, there is no way to remedy it, and we can only watch the kingdom of heaven on earth fall apart.
Paganini's move was purely to use his realm to suppress others.
Improvisation does not mean that he despises Ye Qingxuan. On the contrary, all the saints who have inherited the holy name of "Paganini" are talented musicians with superb playing skills. I don't know how many "Etudes" have won the title of practicing their skills. By this holy name.
What he is best at is improvisation, adapting to local conditions, overcoming the shackles of tradition, and directly creating on-the-spot music for the enemy's music, completely defeating the enemy with his almost celestial talent.
By the time of Paganini's fall, saints throughout the ages had composed a total of twenty-four Caprices, all of which were masterpieces inspired by powerful enemies.
Ye Qingxuan was lucky to have Paganini treat him with real skills.
But now, he really has no time to lament his ability to ridicule.
He couldn't hold it any longer.