"It's a pity that I gave you a chance."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, reached out and pressed Larbin's vein-covered forehead: "Don't worry, the core music theory of the Steel Heart School... I will help you pass it on."
Before he finished speaking, Larbin let out a scream.
From the beginning to now, in less than half a minute, Larbin has fallen into defeat. All the musicians who came over didn't even have time to intervene. They could only watch Ye Qingxuan cruelly maintain his life, and while he was still dying, all his core music theory was stripped out one by one.
The pain was like a cramp peeling off the bones, and the pain caused Larbin to scream, his blood surged, and his entire forehead expanded in a full circle.
Until the end, Ye Qingxuan slowly pulled out the last complete piece of music theory and sealed it into the Staff of Destiny. Larbin fell from his grasp and collapsed to the ground.
Even though he was still breathing, his eyes had lost their sparkle.
The Chapter of Fate is the condensation of a musician's life. Once the core music theory is stripped away, there is no doubt that it is like taking away the soul. The hot blood had completely destroyed his brain.
Now Larbin can be said to be dead, and even if he breathes, he will not last long.
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and a ray of moonlight turned into flames and fell on his body.
In an instant, Larbin turned into ashes.
A trace of regret and luck flashed in everyone's eyes.
Ye Qingxuan did not leave the fate of the deceased to Gui Xu, so he did not receive Gui Xu's blessing. Otherwise, he must have reached the master level again now and become more and more difficult to deal with.
But even so, no one among the several approaching masters dared to take the lead.
After all, it is the hand of God...
Ye Qingxuan, the savior of the country, the deputy king of Angel, the Prince of Avalon, the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition... People like this, even if they are reduced to this level, they don't know how many cards they still have in their hands.
The consequences of taking action rashly are just like that of Larbin just now.
In the distance, at the end of the street, Raymond's figure appeared. He was still leading the old nun behind him. Looking at Ye Qingxuan's condition, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes and he opened his mouth to speak.
But soon, he closed his mouth and did not issue an order.
There is no doubt that he wants to kill Ye Qingxuan very much now, but he cannot let him do it. I don’t know how many people are looking at this place now. If he orders Schubert to take action, then the cult will definitely not bypass him. Moreover, Haydn's inheritance Angelou will probably never be handed over. We must find another opportunity...
Besides, he has another mission.
He glared at Ye Qingxuan unwillingly, turned around and left with the old nun.
There is no need for him to take action himself.
There are as many people as possible who want Ye Qingxuan's life!
…
…
As he expected, just twenty minutes later, a roaring flash of light fell from the sky.
Amid the roar, the flames rose and transformed into a sinister old man, blocking the man's path.
"White hair, young..."
He looked at the astonished opponent in front of him with cold eyes, and smiled strangely: "It seems that Ye Qingxuan is right. Although it is unreasonable to bully a small one, but someone wants your life, if you want to blame it, just blame your bad luck. You met me!"
The young man raised his eyebrows, seemingly confused.
boom!
Terrifying fluctuations burst out from his body, and the elements belonging to the scepter slowly rose.
"Although you definitely don't believe it, my friend, you really got the wrong person."
The white-haired young man sighed, stretched out his hand, and held down the long sword at his waist: "But since you have already issued a challenge, if I am afraid of fighting, my grandfather will definitely throw me into the molten lake to practice hard."
A sonorous echo came from the scabbard of Wenling's sword, making the scepter stunned for a moment.
"Although it's a bit unpleasant to have blocked a knife for my fellow countryman for no reason, but before the war begins, let me tell you my name."
"Yuan Jing."
The young man holding the sword hilt said: "Shocking to silence."
At that moment, the sword screamed into silence.
It was like a ghostly ringing sound coming from the distant darkness in the long night. The ringing sound was like footsteps, echoing around, vaguely present, and so clear and heart-stopping.
The sword of Jingji was unsheathed.
The sword "Wen Ling" from the eldest brother Yuan He was pulled out by Yuan Jing. What was revealed was no longer the symbol of a white crane in the clouds, but with a biting cold air and murderous intent, like the ringing of a bell.
In Yuan He's hand, the thin long sword glowed faintly, stinging the old man's eyes.
"The Sword Chapter of Shocking Silence" evolves, and strands of music theory extend from it, each one carrying a peerless edge. The sound of the old man's scepter echoed in the air, and just the sound of the bell made the elements move.
In front of that sword blade, the scepter seemed like the moon in the mirror or the flowers in the water, becoming misty and illusory.
The old man's expression changed.
"Wait a minute..."
"late."
Yuan Jing held up the long sword expressionlessly and raised it to his eyebrows: "I can't control brother's sword. It's just a parallel-imported scepter without the cost of being reckless in front of it. - If you want to blame it, it's your bad luck. .”
The old man's words came out of his mouth intact just now. The originally casual and lazy young man lost his smile and became as cold as iron.
In the dark eyes, the sword light of the abyss was reflected.
The next moment, the sword chapter was stunned and erupted with a clear cry.
The sword light came silently, as if cutting through the long night, cutting open the dark sky, revealing the bright light behind it. Pure murderous intent rises from the sword chapter.
In an instant, the sword light turned, passing through the layers of protection, skipping the storm and fire, and weakening the penetrating elements of the bamboo.
The collision between music theories erupted into sharp sounds, like thousands of birds rising into the sky.
…
From a long distance away, Ye Qingxuan heard the roaring sound.
He turned around and looked into the distance. An ether wave that burned brightly like a meteor appeared. After a sudden appearance, it disappeared again.
The aura of the scepter dissipated, and in an instant, the elements shattered and were knocked back to their original form. Falling back into the realm of masters.
Even Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
It shouldn't be...
"How come there is such a watery scepter?" He murmured subconsciously.
"The small fruits of man and nature have the cause of leakage, which follows the form like a shadow, although it is not real."
A soft and hoarse voice sounded from behind Ye Qingxuan, with a feminine charm. Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment. He suddenly turned around and saw a blurry figure standing in the shadows.
And the white jade lute in her arms.
—Flying Yaksha.
In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the pale and thin woman seemed to be swallowed up by a dark quagmire. Substantial black animalistic nature seeped out from the pipa in her arms, surrounding her and becoming hers. part.
In the lingering black mist, her face seemed to have turned into a clay face with two horns and an ugly face, as hideous as a ghost. But the next moment, the ghost disappeared, and what came out of the shadows was just a pretty and feminine thin girl.
"Liu's eldest daughter, Liu Ran, has met Master Ye."
She faced Ye Qingxuan, her hem was flowing, her posture was gentle and slow, like a ghost singing and dancing in the middle of the night. Ye Qingxuan's scalp was numb subconsciously, he was frightened by this woman with a heavy yin aura.
Even so, since they were both members of the Nine Dragon Vein surnames, and the other party did not have any ill intentions, Ye Qingxuan still gave him enough courtesy. After all, fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, and maybe they can support each other in Guixu.
"What did you mean by what you just said?"
Ye Qingxuan asked.
Although what Liu Ran said was an Eastern language, he could understand it clearly and knew the metaphor, but he didn't understand what she was referring to.
The small fruits of man and nature have the cause of leakage, and they follow the form like a shadow, although they are not real.
This is the criticism of music theory by Eastern musicians: the movement of persistence and form cannot reach the state of perfection, and will only fall behind. Even if there are some achievements, it is just like a shadow. Although it exists, it cannot withstand the test.
What she means is that the scepter is a fake
When Liu Ran heard what he said, he couldn't help but purse his lips and chuckle, "It seems that the Ye family leader doesn't know yet? The situation in Guixu."
"Appreciate further details."
After hearing about her discovery from Liu Ran, Ye Qingxuan fell into silence.
The winner all wins, the loser all loses...
Under the witness of all the kings...
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his aching forehead: "Could it be that the last wish of the kings is to watch their descendants kill each other? Something is wrong..."
"It's more than that."
Liu Ran's smile was meaningful. After looking at Ye Qingxuan, he said, "I have some guesses about this."
After finishing speaking, he did not continue talking, but put up a selling posture, waiting for Ye Qingxuan to ask. But Ye Qingxuan did not ask again, but fell into silence, as if thinking.
After a short silence, Ye Qingxuan raised his head from his thoughts and looked at Liu Ran:
"Qualification?"
After hearing his words, Liu Ran's eyes were slightly stunned, and then he sighed helplessly. When talking to smart people, sometimes people will guess the ending even if you mention the beginning. It seems that he still underestimates the head of the Ye family.
He is indeed a pioneering musician who is said to have created his own school.
"That's right." She nodded slowly.
As early as when he heard Liu Ran's words, Ye Qingxuan understood that the trials in the ruins had a deeper meaning.
Holding the Jiuxiao Huanpei, an instrument that is good at ultra-wide-area observation and fine operation, and using analytical methods, Ye Qingxuan couldn't guess it again after getting Liu Ran's hint, which would be called stupidity.
In his perception, battles were happening one after another throughout the huge and complex city. But every time the battle ends, deep etheric fluctuations will come from deep in the core of Guixu.
It is slowly transforming...
The dead musicians melted into the city, and the Chapter of Fate naturally blended into the depths of Guixu, turning into the unborn natural disaster material.
This is the final step.
The real natural disaster will absorb the music theory gathered from these countless battles and be completely born. Therefore, the winner who goes smoothly with this process will be blessed by it and become stronger.
In this process, Guixu was also gradually influenced by others.
After integrating the music theory of countless musicians and the fateful chapter of the master, when Guixu truly appeared in the world, it was already fully imprinted with human beings.