The pure white moon wheel slowly rose from the crowd of thunder lights. In the cold, iron-like moonlight, countless swords and axes condensed out of the air and flew out whistling. Wherever it passes, everything will be chopped to pieces.
At this moment, in the hands of Ye Qingxuan, the sword-throwing style has evolved from the forbidden faction to the changing faction. The murderous intention from the psychology school gathered on it, forming a fierce poison that corrupts and annihilates all consciousness and will.
The terrifying amount of ether was lifted up from the sea of ether by Ye Qingxuan with the stick of destiny. Each sword and ax contained terrifying power that could drain any musician of the same level.
The vast amount of ether was restrained by the forbidden music theory in the sword and ax of nothingness. From the pure white at the beginning, it gradually turned into a dynamic orange, a dangerous red, and finally, a hint of terrifying pure black was revealed. .
Each sword and ax seemed to be a terrifying black area, with electric light lingering on it. It was completely opposite to the tranquility of the Silent Moon, and it was moving all the time. Through the dark crack, it seemed that one could glimpse the horrific scene of the world being destroyed in chaos.
"With just one hand, you can deserve to be at the pinnacle of contemporary musicians."
Paganini admired softly, but his figure was so illusory, drifting and being chopped by countless swords and axes, and wisps of black mist extended from his body.
The light and erratic mist contains changing music theory, which easily distorts the material world. With the inside and outside isolated, countless mist covers the sky and engulfs everything.
The outline of the mist is constantly changing, evolving into blurry shadows.
Musicians who have been eroded and transformed by the changing music theory continue to emerge from Paganini's staff - that is not an illusion evolved from the staff, they are originally part of the staff, eroded by the changing music theory. The more there are, the stronger Paganini's scepter becomes.
Just the musicians released from the scepter were enough to compare with the size of the orchestra. In the end, even the shadow of natural disasters faintly emerged from them...
The scepter emerged from Paganini's hand and turned into a short command staff.
There are countless music theories connected to the conductor's staff, and they are all connected to form a huge network. Just like the threads that control a puppet, it controls countless musicians, controlling their movements and attacking brazenly.
It's like being stuck in a quagmire.
The harder he struggled, the harder it became to breathe. He could only watch as he exhausted all his strength and sank into the darkness.
In the hands of Paganini, the entire orchestra is like an arm, with hundreds of musicians working together. Instead of interfering with each other, numerous music theories are unified into one under the guidance of changing music theories, and they can play freely.
He was facing an entire legion.
Some people are responsible for restraining, some are responsible for attacking, and some are responsible for assisting... What makes Ye Qingxuan even more uncomfortable is that there are dozens of the most gloomy shadows wandering outside the orchestra, wandering around him, looking for opportunities.
This is the most dangerous thing. Once Ye Qingxuan relaxes even a little bit, they will rush forward without fear of death and give Ye Qingxuan a hard blow.
Or, be more ruthless, hug Ye Qingxuan and detonate his own destiny chapter.
These guys are all projections of Paganini's scepter. They are not afraid of death at all, and they can be reborn with a little effort after death.
At this moment, Ye Qingxuan heard Paganini's approval and couldn't help but sneer.
"Then I'm so powerful, why don't you take pity on my talent and let them catch me alive?"
"Are you still in the mood to joke at this time?"
Paganini waved his baton and attacked fiercely: "Only when someone like you is dead can I feel at ease - even if you only have one breath, I will find it difficult to sleep and eat well."
"Relax, friend, you think so badly of me it scares me."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and countless swords and axes flew out, chopping a figure into pieces, but the shadow behind him suddenly fluctuated, and a dark shadow flew out from it, entangled Ye Qingxuan, and his whole body bulged, and the Chapter of Fate detonated...
Ye Qingxuan's figure erratic for a while, turned into a bolt of lightning and broke free from the restraints, but he still spit out a mouthful of blood during Le Li's explosion.
Paganini also felt uncomfortable.
The illusory projection suddenly stagnated, and a crack suddenly appeared in his chest, without blood gushing out.
Countless mist lingered from it, trying to repair the crack, but it was annihilated by the moonlight and lightning above the scar.
That was the Moonlight Sword that he learned from his battle with Lancelot.
Pure light, pure speed.
In the past, there was still a weakness of insufficient lethality, but since the completion of the qualitative change of ether, this weakness has completely disappeared. The only shortcoming is probably the short but fatal gap before taking action.
"Look, what did I just say?"
Paganini lowered his head and touched the crack on his chest, showing a self-deprecating smile.
His body has been hidden in a small interlayer between the material world and the etheric world, projected in front of Ye Qingxuan with changing music theory. But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan's power actually hurt his body through the projection.
In just a few minutes, even at a disadvantage, Ye Qingxuan found the direction of attack from the changes in music theory...
Even with the absolute comparison between quantity and quality, Ye Qingxuan still made him feel like a hedgehog, unable to start, and a hole would be poked out if he was not careful at all.
As the eyes became colder, Melody's voice became weirder.
It's like thousands of melodies are overlapped in one place, but countless notes are compressed in the same moment. In the blink of an eye, it seems that countless movements are contained and evolved.
In just an instant, a small dot expanded from Paganini's fingertips and transformed into an erratic figure behind him.
Infinite movement!
The terrifying technique of compressing countless changes in music theory into a moment, the ability to complete a movement that lasts for several hours in just one moment, and the terrifying power of playing with time in the palm of your hand.
At this moment, the orchestra plays a movement that relies on infinite motion to form the core of the scepter, which once welded the entire door to heaven.
— "Witch's Dance"!
The name witch itself contains the contamination and rebellion against the music theory of the Holy City. It abandons the original concept of distinguishing between good and evil, and reveals its power with pure beauty.
He has faintly transcended from the sacred cauldron and the music theory of the abyss. He is no longer bound by common sense, but has formed a path that belongs only to himself.
Through changing music theory, we constantly plunder external forces to achieve ourselves, and achieve the status of god in our own way!
At this moment, the perfect body he created suddenly turned sideways under the attachment of the shadow, becoming blurry and huge, like countless stars gathering together, thousands of hands spread out, and the figure graceful.
There seemed to be a dance swirling in the silence.
Breathtaking.
Just stretching out his hand, the ethereal palm held the moon wheel in his hand and tightened it suddenly.
collapse!
The whining sounds of countless gold and iron sounds sounded, and the electric light dispersed.
The vision formed by Ye Qingxuan's Chapter of Destiny was completely shattered. Then, the music theory changed and completely controlled Ye Qingxuan's domain. In the end, the terrifying power suddenly gathered together.
Just a pure collision of music theory formed the ultimate destruction-annihilation singularity pursued by the school of change.
The black vortex tore Ye Qingxuan's figure apart instantly and swallowed him up.
But in the whirlpool of annihilation, there was a hoarse laughter.
Suddenly, a dazzling electric light burst out, and countless music theories evolved from it, converging in one place and turning into a blade of nothingness, compressing, compressing, compressing, and compressing again.
Until the end, the sword blade, which was like a condensed black area, no longer had any color, but returned to its original clear and transparent appearance.
But the killing intent contained within it increased hundreds of times.
What made Paganini even more horrified was the kind of power contained in it that could truly kill him.
He froze.
In the induction of changing music theory, he finally understood the true essence of Ye Qingxuan's chapter of destiny, the true core of that weird electric light, and Ye Qingxuan's true desire.
That kind of will and anger hidden in the deepest part like wildfire.
- Deny everything in the past, destroy everything in the past, and bury everything in the past!
Destroy all the old, rotten, and rotten things, punish them with thunder and lightning, ignite them with flames, bury them with destruction, and then sprinkle new seeds on them, open up a new world, and establish a new order...
This is a complete negation of all existing music theories.
This is…
"change?"
Paganini lost his voice.
The next moment, the sword of change roared.
Compared with the Dance of the Witches and Paganini's scepter, the blade formed by the Chapter of Fate is as small as dust. But at this moment, this dust is tearing apart the layers of palms, stubbornly denying all the old ones. The music theory completely wipes out everything in its path.
Tracing Paganini's true location, burning himself, penetrating through the layers of ether sea, and finally stabbing out towards his body!
Paganini's eyes widened, he stretched out his palm, and tightly grasped the sword blade.
A sharp voice sounded.
The sword's blade shattered, countless electric lights erupted, and Ye Qingxuan's figure emerged from it.
Then, wave.
Snapped!
The echo was loud.
At that moment, Selwyn, Mabel, Chopin, Oden...
Guixu, sea, underwater, sky, fleet, sea fortress.
Anglo, Burgundy, Asgard and even the Holy City.
Musicians, saints, demons, natural disasters, strange things...
Countless beings watching this battle were stunned, looking at the red mark on Paganini's face in astonishment, falling into a daze like Paganini.
Is this a... slap
In front of the whole world, Ye Qingxuan skillfully raised his palm and slapped his enemy on the face as he had done countless times in the past.
Snapped!
The slap that was enough to break a stone only made Paganini's face red and left a faint fingerprint, but it smashed Paganini's dignity and will into pieces.
In an instant, Paganini stretched out his hand, tore off all Ye Qingxuan's defenses, grabbed the ethereal electric light, closed his fingers, crushed the electric light, knocked Ye Qingxuan back to his original shape, and strangled his throat.
Eyes red.
Like the fire of hell.
"Ye Qingxuan..."