At this time, Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly. He had a handsome face and aloof temperament, and his slender fingers were beating on the strings. The terrifying scene in the void did not affect his playing at all.
At this time, he was serious and focused. He did not change his expression despite the collapse of the mountain in front of him, and just played his own music quietly.
At this moment, everyone seemed to be transported into a wonderful artistic conception, and they felt faint sympathy for Ye Fusheng, as if they were worried that he would be swallowed up into nothingness and reduced to dust in that torrent.
In the sky above Ye Futian's head, the vision became more and more terrifying. The magic circle that devoured endless spiritual energy was like a wild beast, capable of killing everything.
Finally, Qian Shanmu's fingers traced the strings, and a terrifying spiritual will enveloped the storm above Ye Futian's head. Black clouds pressed down on the city, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, as if a demon king had come to the world, thunder roared, and the wind roared, and then Heading towards Ye Futian below.
Countless people were tense and stared at the scene in front of them. This scene was too terrifying. Is it really something that a person with the Dharma image can contend with
Even the most talented person in the world cannot withstand an attack of this level.
The storm that destroyed everything came. Luo Junlin of Xuanwangdian had extremely cold eyes and clenched his fists. He wished that Ye Futian would be directly destroyed and died in this storm. Only in this way could the crisis of Nandou Kingdom be resolved. Otherwise, sooner or later, Ye Futian would die. Will be cleared.
Over at the academy, Tang Ye, Su Muge and others saw this scene without sympathy. If Ye Futian was really killed like this, he would only be killed by his own stupidity.
Just when the storm fell over Ye Futian's body, at this moment, the invisible sound wave that had been permeating around Ye Futian suddenly made a sharp sound, and an invisible spiritual storm surrounded his body. When it blows up, whenever a spell comes, it will be cut off and cut directly. Then, it turns into scattered spiritual energy, which is carried by the storm and flows around Ye Futian's body.
So, under the gaze of everyone, they saw an extremely shocking scene. The doomsday-like destructive power came, but they were constantly cut by spiritual storms. When they played the piano music, they seemed to have unknowingly A terrifying spiritual defense force is deployed around his body, capable of destroying all incoming spell attacks.
Spells are driven by mental power. Even if a magic circle is carved to release the spell, it is still driven by mental power. A strong person who is good at mental power attacks can also destroy spells with mental attacks.
The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and the magic circle above Ye Futian's head wildly released spell attacks, but Ye Futian's fingers plucked the strings faster and faster, playing a gorgeous movement like clouds and flowing water.
No matter how fierce your storm is or how fierce your waves are, I will remain unmoved. No amount of force will be enough to shake him.
At this time, the handsome figure still showed the power of a prince.
"What a strong defensive method." Everyone stared forward. Although they had used the power of the prince's magic weapon, it can be seen that Ye Futian must be extremely proficient in music. What he said about not knowing music was purely to mock Qianshan. twilight.
Qian Shanmu also had a slight wave of emotion in his heart at this moment. Ye Futian played the piano, nothing special. However, he built a defense first. As a piano mage, Ye Futian knew very well what the means of musical attack were, and it was direct. Mental attack, this kind of attack is extremely threatening. Su Muge has been vulnerable to this kind of attack before.
But Ye Futian's first defense was his mental power. It was like a dragon guarding his mind, making it difficult to invade.
The second type of attack is naturally to use music to trigger spell attacks. Ye Futian also arranged his defenses and used his mental power to gather into an invisible storm, cutting off all the spells that came close to his body, so that the spells could not get close to him.
Ye Futian not only understands the rhythm of music, but also has a deep understanding of the method of music.
Qian Shanmu now had to admit this.
Of course, knowing is one thing. Ye Futian can defend against his musical attack. This is Ye Futian's ability. Even with the help of magic weapons, he still can't hide his accomplishments in the sound of the piano.
None of the spells created by the magic circle could break through Ye Futian's defense. Qianshan Mu knew that it was almost impossible to defeat him by using music to trigger spells.
Then, there is only one method left, which is also the fundamental way to truly measure how strong a person's attainment in music is. Using music, turn it into artistic conception, and exert willful influence, control, or killing.
Back in the Qin Palace, this was how Ye Futian treated Gu Ming, making Gu Ming surrender. Under the control of his piano music, Gu Ming could not resist the artistic conception and actually knelt on the ground.
There is no doubt about Qian Shanmu's musical attainments. He changed his fingers and plucked the strings, and unconsciously, the sound gradually changed.
Along with Qian Shanmu's playing, he seemed to have a bit more sacred meaning and brilliance. In many people's minds, a wonderful picture was born. Qian Shanmu's body was faintly blooming with light.
Then, phantoms appeared one after another, all of them Qianshanmu's figures, appearing in the picture.
"Holy Music."
There were not many people present who had seen this piece of music, but Hua Qingqing was obviously one of them. The sound of this piece of music was an attack song that contained a very strong artistic conception.
During the musical competition with Ye Futian, Qian Shanmu actually played this song.
In Hua Qingqing's consciousness, a picture also appeared. Thousands of mountains were shining brightly at dusk, just like a saint. He spoke out sounds like the saint's words. He waved his palms like the saint's meaning. Suddenly, there was Whistling swords and collapsing divine beasts appeared, heading towards Ye Futian.
At this time, Ye Futian felt the strongest artistic conception, because this piece of music targeted him.
He seemed to see Qianshanmu transforming into a saint, with light surrounding him. The saint's words turned into sharp swords, killing him, and the saint's thoughts transformed into real dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns. At this moment, he seemed extremely small and could be threatened at any time. May crash.
At this moment, countless people have made misunderstandings in life. Ye Futian is like a weak scholar, how can he compete with a saint
One word can condemn him, one thought can take his life.
But the frail scholar was still playing quietly. In the face of this violent storm, he still composed music quietly and played his own music.
Under the sound of his piano, the sharp swords dissipated and the attacking monsters were destroyed. No matter how aggressive you were, I remained unmoved.
From him and from Ye Futian's music, everyone seemed to see a kind of character.
Gradually, Ye Futian's piano sound seemed to become a little louder, but it was still stable, improving little by little, destroying the musical attacks against him, and at the same time, he stuck to his heart and his will remained unwavering.
As the sound of his piano penetrated the void, everyone vaguely felt that the frail scholar seemed to be growing, growing in the storm, the scholar was full of energy, and scolded Fang Qiu.
The prince's will permeated his body, and Ye Futian's temperament became more and more outstanding, as if he was transforming unconsciously, but he was always so determined.
An arrogant spirit gradually emerged from him. The frail scholar seemed to have grown up under the baptism of the storm, and finally stood in the center of the stage, challenging the superior figure.
Some powerful characters were not completely affected by the artistic conception of the piano music, and were still thinking. From Ye Futian's piano music, they seemed to have experienced a baptism of life and growth. The piano music was like a process, a process of growth, this kind of It feels extremely strange, yet so natural.
The sound of the piano continues to become high-pitched and intense, until it wants to pierce the sky.
In the minds of the crowd, they seemed to see the growth of a young man to a prince, and then to an emperor, overcoming thorns and thorns, not afraid of any danger, the sky was in chaos, and the sky was under my control.
At this moment, the young man playing the piano no longer looked like a frail scholar. His back was straight and straight, his body was like a dragon, and there seemed to be a dragon's roar in the sound of the piano. The emperor's will poured out to dominate the world.
The attack on Ye Futian's spiritual power continued to be destroyed and broken, and the ever-higher sound of the piano was like the emperor's cavalry. In that illusory picture, Qianshanmu and Ye Futian were confronting each other, like the confrontation between a saint and an emperor.
What is rhythm? The real rhythm is to conform to the artistic conception and completely immerse people in the world of rhythm.
Qian Shanmu said that he didn't understand music. In terms of the means and variety of music attacks, he was not as good as Qian Shanmu.
However, over the past year, he has gained a deeper understanding of music, and in terms of artistic conception, he is confident that he can be invincible.
The zither sound formed by the fusion of chaos, mountains and the world, matched with his innate will, how could it fail? He induced the emperor's art to blend into the zither sound, making the artistic conception invisibly more powerful, and everyone would only think that it was the zither sound. The artistic conception brought about by itself would not be thought of as the effect of the technique.
In the empty scene, two huge figures seemed to appear, trying to make the sky crawl at its feet.
The will of the two figures continues to become stronger, but the figure of the saint has been like this from the beginning, while the figure of the emperor seems to be growing continuously, until it can finally break through the sky and take charge of the country.
The vast space was frozen. At this time, everyone could feel the artistic conception contained in the music and the confrontation.
Ye Futian actually used music purely to compete with Qianshan Mu.
The figure was infinitely tall and straight at this moment, and with the rising sound of the piano, the emperor's intention was getting stronger.
Finally, with an invisible vibration, the saint's body collapsed, and then Qian Shanmu felt an irresistible pressure of will coming down.
"Dang..."
Guser made a harsh sound, and countless eyes were fixed there.
The string is broken.
Qian Shanmu's hands froze there, and with a muffled groan, Qian Shanmu spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained Guser red.
The young man with the best rhythm in the ancient world was defeated by Ye Futian, a disciple of the thatched cottage, in a pure battle of rhythm.
At this moment, the words he once said to Ye Futian in the Qin Palace rang out in Qianshandu, you don't understand the music at all.
He doesn’t understand music, who does
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