Ye Futian was still playing the piano, the high-pitched piano tone gradually became low, and the imperial meaning from him disappeared.
Finally, with a beating of a note, the melody stopped.
Ye Futian slowly raised his head, looking towards Qianshanmu, his white clothes were like snow and dust was not stained, his eyes were like stars, and his handsome face seemed to be brighter at this moment.
I am a little mortal, but my heart is towards the sky. If there is a violent storm, I will become an emperor.
The vast and endless void suddenly became extremely quiet with the disappearance of the rhythm, and countless eyes stared at the two figures on the battle platform.
Qian Shanmu looked at Guser who was broken, as if he still didn't want to believe that he would lose.
Donghuazong also didn't believe it and couldn't accept it.
Qin Mengruo's face was pale, and her man lost to Ye Futian in terms of rhythm.
Hua Qingqing's clear beautiful eyes looked at the handsome figure in white. What she noticed was not Ye Futian's victory, but the music played by Ye Futian and the artistic conception in the music. He did not use the piano sound to induce spells from beginning to end. Attack, but only express a kind of artistic conception with the rhythm, indomitable, grow up from a young age, until the emperor incarnate, Lingyun Tiandi.
The artistic conception contained in his piano sound continued to grow stronger, until Qianshanmu was completely overwhelmed.
Perhaps his musical attainments may not be better than Qian Shanmu's, but the world he feels from the sound of his piano is even broader than Qianshanmu's world.
Even the people in the academy were shocked by the result of this battle, especially Tang Ye and Su Muge, who had previously ridiculed Ye Futian. Seeing the eyes of the students in the academy, they only felt hot on their faces.
Yu Sheng felt that this should have been taken for granted. He was the only one who had blind trust in Ye Futian. He glanced at Tang Ye with the same cold eyes, and said coldly, "It was too bad to be on the top of the Mirror Mountain in the ancient world. Isn't it embarrassing enough?"
Tang Ye's eyes froze, staring at Yu Sheng, his face embarrassed.
"How can you understand his world? From now on, you'd better shut up." Yu Sheng said coldly, his wild eyes were threatening.
Tang Ye gritted his teeth, for the rest of his life, threatened him
But Yu Sheng didn't care about his thoughts at all. After saying that, he turned his eyes and ignored Tang Ye's existence.
The crowd in the vast space gradually heard a low voice.
"Qianshanmu, unexpectedly lost."
I don't know who said a voice, and the crowd was in an uproar.
Qianshanmu, who is known as the first person of the young generation of music in the Eastern Desolation, was defeated in the battle of music, then, can he be called the first person
The eyes of the Tianjiao figures in the major forces fell on Ye Futian. Although Ye Futian's realm was slightly lower, his realm would rise sooner or later.
In the cottage, another Gu Dongliu-like figure will appear.
The two great evildoers of Donghua Sect, Lu Nantian was defeated by Gu Dongliu, and Qianshanmu was defeated by Ye Futian.
Donghuazong was defeated in a head-on battle with Caotang.
Ye Futian put Guqin into the package, he did not rush, nor did he satirize Qianshanmu's defeat.
To defeat the opponent with the rhythm is the best response in itself, and all words are pale and weak.
"What song are you playing?" Qian Shanmu raised his head at this time, looking at Ye Futian and asked.
What he played was the sacred music, the voice of the saint. It was extremely difficult to play, and it was even more difficult to express the artistic conception, but he was able to do it, but he still failed.
Ye Futian raised his head to look at Qian Shanmu, and said: "Play it casually, I don't know what it is."
After that, he turned and lifted his steps, ready to leave.
Qian Shanmu's face became stiff and slightly embarrassed. After defeating the sound of Shengyinqu, Ye Futian said that he played it casually.
"Although you win, why be so hypocritical." Ye Futian's musical attainments are very high, and he naturally admits it, but Ye Futian said he played casually and deliberately humiliated him
Ye Futian stopped, smiled, and said: "What is rhythm? Although it can be used in combat, it is endowed by mental attack. The true rhythm lies in the rhythm itself, pure and interlinked with meaning, you say I don’t understand temperament, I really don’t understand it very well, but do you really understand?"
After all, Ye Futian continued to raise his footsteps, Qianshanmu's eyes froze.
Do you really understand
At this moment, Qian Shanmu was suspicious of himself.
He lowered his head, looked at the broken string, and was meditating, as if he had suffered a great blow.
At this time, a beautiful figure walked to his side. She saw Qian Shanmu's struggle and questioned herself. This was her man. She didn't want to see Qian Shanmu like this.
"He is deliberately attacking your state of mind." Qin Mengruo said to Qian Shanmu: "Your rhythm is not weaker than anyone. If you don't defend with magical weapons, victory has already belonged to you, and he can't resist your rhythmic attacks. "
Qian Shanmu raised his head and looked at his wife Qin Mengruo.
She is still so beautiful, and there is a strong belief and trust in him in her noble and beautiful eyes.
The two looked at each other, Qian Shanmu's eyes gradually recovered a ray of confidence.
As the proud son of Donghua Zongtian, he has his own advantages, no matter his state of mind or will, he is beyond ordinary people's comparison.
It was just because this battle hit him so hard that he lost to Ye Futian in the realm of Dharma and Phenomenon in his best temperament. Moreover, he represented Donghuazong, and Ye Futian represented thatched cottage. Everyone thought he would When he crushed Ye Futian, he was defeated, which was a bit unbearable for a while.
"and many more."
At this moment, a voice came out abruptly, and Ye Futian stopped again, turned his head, and looked at the East Qin Academy.
The speaker was Qin Li. Qian Shanmu's defeat was a big blow to the Eastern Qin Academy.
If Ye Futian left with victory in this way, no matter who they challenged, there would be no way to redeem the losses in this battle.
"Since you still insist that you don't understand rhythm, what are you good at?" Qin asked, leaving his mouth.
Defeating Qian Shanmu in the rhythm, but claiming that he doesn't understand the rhythm, is naturally hypocritical.
If this is the case, then he has to ask, what is Ye Futian good at
"What do you want to do?" Ye Futian asked Qin Li with a smile.
"Martial arts, are you good at it?" Qin Li asked.
"Not bad." Ye Futian responded.
"Qin Mang."
Qin Li yelled, and suddenly a figure walked forward. This person was not as burly as the rest of his life, but standing there gave people a feeling of great strength. His eyes were piercing, and the staring eyes of Ye Futian looked like Like a terrible monster, full of wild aura.
Qin Mang stepped onto the martial arts battle arena. He is a descendant of the royal blood of the Qin Dynasty. There are five dragon veins in his body and his martial arts talent is amazing.
His cultivation is at the pinnacle level of Faxiang.
"Qin Mang, the cultivation of Fa Xiangjing, majoring in martial arts, challenge you with martial arts, should you fight?" Qin Li looked at Ye Futian.
Everyone's eyes flashed, and they naturally understood some of the talented descendants of the Qin Dynasty and many big influences. This Qin Mang, descendant of the Qin Dynasty bloodline, has five dragon veins in his body, and his martial arts talent is superb.
Moreover, he is in the realm of Faxiang. In this way, the thatched disciple Ye Futian, he has no reason to use the magic weapon, right
Although Ye Futian's realm must be lower than Qin Mang's, but he is a disciple of thatched cottage, and he is highly regarded. Isn't it normal that his realm is low in battle
Qin Li used this to prove something by defeating Ye Futian with Qin Mang.
"Are you sure you want to challenge with martial arts?" Ye Futian glanced at Qin Li.
Qin Li looked at the frivolous meaning in Ye Futian's eyes, his brows flashed, and said, "Naturally."
Ye Futian smiled and glanced at Qin Li, then he walked back to the cottage, handed the Guqin package to Yu Sheng, then turned around and walked towards the martial arts platform.
Countless eyes moved with Ye Futian's figure, and being able to defeat Qianshanmu with the rhythm meant that Ye Futian was a spiritual mage, but Qin Li had just challenged martial arts.
What kind of accomplishments does Ye Futian, who has never proven himself in his mouth, have in martial arts
Stepping onto the battle platform, Ye Futian looked at Qin Mang and said, "Are you ready?"
His voice was casual and frivolous, Qin Mang stared at him, and said coldly, "Okay."
As the words fell, a wild aura was released crazily on his body, and a dragon shadow appeared faintly, and there was not only one dragon shadow, but five.
In an instant, the aura on Qin Mang's body was terrifying to the extreme.
He was originally at the pinnacle state of Dharma, and he opened five dragon veins, and his fighting power was absolutely amazing.
At this time, a stick appeared in Ye Futian's hand, which was born with a gathering of spiritual energy. He held it in his hand at will, an aura that instantly bloomed from his body, and it was getting stronger and stronger.
"Boom." The battle platform trembled, Qin Mang stepped on his feet, the real dragon guarded his body, the dragons roared, and the five dragons circled. At this moment, Qin Mang flew up in the sky. , Like a totem.
Ye Futian's body moved and ran out toward the front, flying in the air at any time, his body was flying and circling in the void, his aura became stronger and stronger, and he approached Qin Mang directly.
Since it is a battle of martial arts, it is naturally a head-on resistance.
"Roar..." There seemed to be a dragon roar, and the void trembled. Qin Mang took the five true dragons and furiously killed him. The flying Ye Futian seemed extremely small and vulnerable.
But Ye Futian's momentum is getting stronger and stronger.
Finally, Long Ying descended and headed towards Ye Futian, only to see his spinning body stop, and the long stick in his hand smashed towards the real dragon.
Nine strikes in the sky, opening up the world.
At this moment, a huge shadow of a stick appeared between the world and the earth, and everyone saw Ye Futian rush into the shadow of the dragon, and then there was a loud bang.
They saw that Long Ying was split in the middle, and Ye Futian's long stick blasted directly on Qin Mang's body.
In the next moment, Qin Mang's body flew directly in the direction where the crowd of Dongqin Academy was, and with a loud bang, it fell to the ground, right in front of Qin Li.
Vulnerable.
Ye Futian's figure floated down, and the long stick had disappeared from his hands. He glanced at Qin Li and smiled and said, "Qin Dynasty genius, just this strength?"
PS: Thanks Ling Yu Shengmeng!