At this time, Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly, his face was handsome, his temperament was aloof, his slender fingers were beating on the strings, and his playing was not affected by the terrible scene in the air.
At this time, he was serious and focused. Tai Shanbeng didn't change his color in front of him, just quietly playing his piano.
At this moment, the people seemed to be substituted into a wonderful artistic conception, faintly showing compassion towards Ye Futian, as if worried that he would be swallowed into nothingness and reduced to dust in that torrent.
Over Ye Futian's head, the vision became more and more terrifying, and the array that swallowed endless spiritual energy was like a wild beast, capable of killing everything.
Finally, Qianshanmu’s fingers slid across the string, and a terrifying spiritual will engulfed the storm above Ye Futian’s head. The dark clouds pressed down on the city, and the sky was dim, like a demon king descended from the world, thunder roars, violent wind roars, and then Toward Ye Futian below.
Countless people are tense, staring at the scene in front of them. This scene is too terrifying, is it really something that people of the law can contend
Even the Tianjiao figures in the lower ranks could not withstand this level of attack.
The storm that destroys everything is coming, Xuanwang Palace Luo Junlin's eyes are extremely cold, and his fists are clenched. He can't wait for Ye Futian to be destroyed and die directly in this storm. Only in this way can the danger of the South Douguo be solved, otherwise, sooner or later, Ye Futian Will be liquidated.
On the other side of the academy, Tang Ye, Su Muge and others saw this scene without sympathy. If Ye Futian was really killed like this, it would only be stupid to die by himself.
Just when the storm fell on Ye Futian's body, at this moment, around Ye Futian's body, the invisible sound wave that had been permeating suddenly made a sharp sound, and an invisible mental storm was surrounding his body. Scrape, whenever a spell comes, it will be directly cut and cut, and then it will turn into a scattered spiritual energy, which is engulfed by the storm to flow around Ye Futian's body.
As a result, under the gaze of everyone, they saw an extremely shocking scene, that the destructive power like apocalypse came, but was constantly cut by mental storms, and when they played the piano, they seemed to have unknowingly. A terrifying mental defense force was placed around his body, capable of destroying all magical attacks from assaults.
Spells are motivated by mental power. Even if the magic circle is engraved to release spells, they are still released by mental power. Strong people who are 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 madly released magical attacks, but Ye Futian's fingers plucked the strings faster and faster, like clouds and flowing water, playing a gorgeous movement.
No matter how violent the storm or the tide, I won't move, no force is enough to shake him.
At this moment, above the handsome figure, the power of a prince was also faintly revealed.
"It's a strong defense." Everyone stared at the front. Although they used the power of the prince's magic weapon, it can be seen that Ye Futian must be extremely proficient in rhythm. He said that he didn't understand the rhythm, purely to mock Qianshan. twilight.
At this moment, Qian Shanmu also has a wave of waves in his heart. Ye Futian plays the piano, nothing special, but first forged a defense. As a piano master, Ye Futian knows the methods of rhythm attack, and it is direct. Mental attack, this kind of attack is extremely threatening, and Su Muge was vulnerable to this kind of attack before.
But Ye Futian, the first defense is mental power, as if there is a Panlong guarding his mind, it is difficult to invade.
The second type of attack is naturally to provoke a spell attack by sound. Ye Futian also arranged his defenses, converging into an invisible storm with mental power, cutting off all the spells close to his body, so that the spells could not get close to him.
Ye Futian not only understands rhythm, but also knows the way of rhythm.
Qianshanmu now has to admit this.
Of course, it is one thing to know that Ye Futian can defend against his melody attack. This is Ye Futian's ability. Even with the help of magic weapons, it is still difficult to conceal his accomplishments in piano sound.
None of the spells cast by the magic circle could break Ye Futian's defenses, Qian Shanmu understood that it was almost impossible to use the rhythm to induce spells to defeat him.
Then, there is only one method left, and it is also the basis to truly measure how strong a person is in musical attainments. Using musical rhythms to transform into artistic conception, will influence, control, or kill.
In the Qin Palace, Ye Futian was like this to Gu Ming, letting Gu Ming surrender. Under the control of his piano, Gu Ming couldn't resist the artistic conception and actually knelt on the ground.
Qian Shanmu's musical attainments are undoubtedly undoubted. His fingers changed and he flicked the chords. Unconsciously, his voice gradually changed.
Along with Qian Shanmu's playing, he seemed to have a little more sacred meaning, and his brilliance was bright, and even a wonderful picture was born in many people's minds, Qianshanmu's body was faintly blooming with radiance.
After that, phantoms appeared one after another, all of Qianshanmu's figure, appearing in that picture.
"Sacred Music."
Not many of the people present have seen this song, but Hua Qingqing is obviously one of them. The sound of this song is an attacking song with a strong artistic conception.
In a temperament contest with Ye Futian, Qian Shanmu actually played this song.
In Hua Qingqing’s consciousness, a picture also appeared, Qianshan twilight shining like a saint, his mouth sounds like a saint’s words, and a wave of his palm is like a saint’s meaning, suddenly, there is The howling sword and the collapsed beast appeared, heading towards Ye Futian.
At this time, Ye Futian felt the strongest mood, because the sound of this song was aimed at him.
He seemed to see Qianshanmu incarnate as a saint, the light enveloped him, the saint’s words turned into sharp swords, and he was killed, the saint’s intentions turned into real dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns. At this moment, he appears extremely small, at any time May crash.
At this moment, countless lives have misunderstood, Ye Futian is like a weak scholar, how can he contend with the saint
A word can condemn him, and a thought can take his life.
But the weak scholar was still playing quietly, facing this violent storm, always quietly composing music, playing his own movement.
Under the sound of his piano, the sharp sword dissipated, and the monster beasts that had been attacked were destroyed, and I remained motionless as long as you were aggressive.
From his body, from the sound of Ye Futian's piano, everyone seemed to see a kind of vigor.
Gradually, Ye Futian's piano sound seemed to become a bit high-pitched, but it was still stable, improving little by little, destroying the rhythmic attack on him, and at the same time, sticking to his heart and will not waver.
With the sound of his piano penetrating the void, everyone faintly felt that the weak scholar seemed to be growing, growing up in the storm, bookish, and lashing out at Fang Qiu.
The prince's will permeated his body, and Ye Futian's temperament became more and more outstanding, as if he had changed unconsciously, but he was always that firm.
An indomitable spirit gradually emerged from him. The weak scholar seemed to grow up under the baptism of the storm, and finally stood in the center of the stage, challenging the aloof figure.
Some powerful characters are not completely affected by the artistic conception of the piano sound, but are still thinking. From Ye Futian’s piano sound, they seem to have experienced the baptism and growth of life, and the piano sound is like a process, a process of growth, this It feels amazing, but it's so natural.
The sound of the piano is still becoming high-pitched and intense, until it wants to pierce the sky.
In the minds of the crowd, it seemed to see the growth of a young man to a prince and then to an emperor, surmounted by thorns and thorns, without fear of any obstacles, in chaos, I palm the sky.
At this moment, the young man who played was no longer like a weak scholar. His back was straight and tall, his body was like a dragon, and the sound of the piano seemed to have a dragon roar, and the imperial intent spurted out, dominating the world.
The spiritual power that attacked Ye Futian was continuously destroyed and broken, and the sound of the piano that kept becoming high-pitched was like an emperor's iron cavalry. In that illusory picture, Qianshanmu and Ye Futian faced each other, like a confrontation between a saint and an emperor.
What is rhythm? The true rhythm is to conform to the artistic conception and completely substitute people into the world of rhythm.
Qian Shanmu claimed that he didn't understand the rhythm of music, and if it was in terms of the methods of killing and variability, he was not as good as Qian Shanmu.
However, over the past year, he has a deeper understanding of rhythm, and in terms of artistic conception, he is confident that he can be invincible.
The piano sound formed by the fusion of chaotic rivers and mountains and the world, matched with his innate will, how can he fail, he induced the Emperor Jue to blend into the piano sound, making the artistic conception more powerful invisibly, and everyone would only think that this is the sound of the piano. The artistic conception that it brings, I would not think that it is the effect of the exercises.
In the picture of nothingness, there seemed to be two huge figures appearing, trying to make the heavens crawl under their feet.
The will of the two figures keeps getting stronger, but the saint figure has been like this from the beginning, while the emperor figure seems to be growing until it can finally break through the sky and take control of the country.
The vast space is frozen, and everyone can feel the artistic conception contained in the rhythm and the situation of confrontation at this time.
Ye Futian actually used pure rhythm to contend Qianshanmu.
That figure is infinitely tall and straight at this moment, and with the sound of the piano that is still rising, the meaning of the emperor is still getting stronger.
Finally, with an invisible vibration, the body of the saint collapsed, and then Qian Shanmu felt the pressure of an irresistible will come.
"Clang..."
Guser made a harsh sound, and countless eyes froze there.
The string is broken.
Qian Shanmu's hands froze there, and with a muffled groan, Qian Shanmu spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing Guser red.
The first person in the young generation of music in the ancient world lost to Ye Futian, a disciple of thatched cottage, in a pure battle of music.
At this moment, Qianshanmu heard what he had said to Ye Futian in the Palace of the King of Qin. You don't understand the rhythm at all.
He doesn't understand rhythm, who understands
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