Of course, this piece of snow is not real, but an illusion condensed by Han Xiangzi with true intentions, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring.Before the battle, Zhuang Mohan chanted "The heavy snow presses the green pine", and Han Xiangzi greeted the enemy with flying snow, but he wanted to see if the green pine was strong or not, and whether it was straight.Zhuang Mohan wanted to use Leng Xue's tenacity to drag the first battle into a scorching one, so Han Xiangzi attacked head-on and smashed the vice president's calculations.Genius can be so capricious.He is known as the strongest spear in Donglin, and his will to attack is the first, and there is a reason for him.Those snow flakes floated towards the opponent, without the beauty of the sprinkles, like sharp blades, dense and pervasive, invading every part of Leng Xue's body, making people unable to parry.But cold snow is also not a fuel-efficient lamp.The majestic green pine essence enveloped the whole body, coated with a layer of dark blue light, like hard armor, trying to block those tricky angles of snowflakes.Under the apricot altar, everyone stared at this scene, their hearts hanging.They knew that the attack and defense of the two sides were not exquisite, but there were endless dangers hidden between the collisions.Today, all games will be fought for will."
It's useless."
As the backbone of Donglin Academy, Ye Sanqiu sat on a chair at this time, smiling and watching the battle situation."
They don't understand that the real terrible thing about the junior brother is that flute, if he clings to the illusion, Xiling will never be able to defeat him."
This is his inner thought, and naturally he will not break it.Sure enough, the moment the snow flakes cut on the blue light, Leng Xue's face turned pale, and without any warning, he suddenly bled out, and the true intention that he had gathered was self-defeating and dissipated out of thin air.At this moment, only Leng Xue knew in his heart that his defense was broken from the inside.No wonder from the very beginning, there was a lingering chill in his heart, it turned out that the flute that pierced his mind was the true meaning of Han Xiangzi's understanding.He finally understood now that the reason why those snowflakes appeared was because Han Xiangzi used the sound of the flute to peek through his thoughts, so he deliberately condensed them to confuse him and all the audience in the venue.If you want snow, then I will give you a snow elephant from the heart, Han Xiangzi can hook the other party's state of mind, and derive illusions from it, its meaning is too terrifying, but it's a pity, it's too late to wake up now.As the true intent of the protective green pine disintegrated, those snow flakes were no longer hindered, and they all stabbed onto Leng Xue's body, as if Ling Chi, splashing countless blood flowers, and the scene was bloody.Hit by severe pain, he passed out with the real answer.In the eyes of outsiders who don't know the truth, it was the snow flakes condensed by Han Xiangzi that defeated the cold snow, and everyone had no way of noticing the existence of that touch of coldness.In the first battle, Han Xiangzi defeated the enemy with one blow, and Donglin Academy won.Zhuang Mohan got up suddenly and stared at Han Xiangzi on the stage, his face was extremely ugly.From start to finish, the matchup was completely unexpected.Not only did the scene of the fight he imagined not appear, but what made him even more jaw-dropping was that Leng Xue would be defeated by the most fearless flying snow.Heavy snow presses down on the green pines, and the green pines are straight and straight.Now, Ge Qingsong's people fell, and Ge Daxue's people won instead.These two lines of poetry just now have been reduced to a joke, which is tantamount to being nakedly slapped in the face.As for the bad luck of Leng Xue's mockery before, it has also become a rhetoric against himself.Zhuang Mo froze there, so angry that he couldn't speak.If you don't know the details of Han Xiangzi, even a character like Zhuang Mohan would be difficult to guess the subtlety of his methods.Of course, Han Xiangzi is not invincible.It's just that if it's a pure book business and doesn't resist with stronger cultivation, it is difficult for anyone to beat this scholar.After winning this battle easily, Han Xiangzi was not shocked, and smiled faintly at Zhuang Mohan, "Which senior brother will teach next" is invisibly pretending to be the most deadly.His light and breezy posture obviously didn't take his performance just now to heart, which made the defeated side feel so cold when he heard this, his face turned red for a while.He was originally very confident in Leng Xue, but he didn't expect it to be an inexplicable fiasco.Losing the opportunity, Xiling must beat Han Xiangzi down in order to win back a city.After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind and said: "Fu Junjie, you come to fight" In the crowd, Ren Zhen was slightly stunned, Fu Junjie Isn't this the old brother of that Tiange Meihua Watching that humble gentleman come to power, he muttered: "The battle just now ended too quickly, I haven't even gone out yet, just with this nerd, I may not be able to win Han Xiangzi." ”He has a good impression of Fu Junjie, and of course he hopes that this person can win.It's just that in a duel in the ring, it's always about strength, not demeanor.Without a cold bone, how to get the plum blossom fragrance.The cold snow that Qingsong can't resist, and the plum blossoms can withstand it On the stage, Fu Jun's masterpiece saluted and said solemnly: "Brother Han, with all due respect, since you use the jade flute magic weapon, I can't use my bare hands, it's not fair." ”He is very open-minded, straightforward, and does not beat around the bush.As he finished speaking, he took a brush from his sleeve.Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone can all be used as magic tools for readers.The pen in his hand is called the wolf smoke pen.Writing the country, exalting the words, and making a thousand miles of wolf smoke.Han Xiangzi nodded, "Brother Fu, please." ”With the experience of the past, Fu Junjie didn't dare to hold it up, the wolf smoke pen in his hand trembled, and in just a moment, he swayed a little cold plum, fluttered in the air, and flew towards Han Xiangzi.The plum petals are light, seemingly weak and weak, but they conceal the meaning of tenacity, and with exquisite brushwork, the power is not inferior to the true meaning of the green pine of cold snow.Not only that, but plum has a faint fragrance and refreshing spleen, and this kind of subtle offensive is often overlooked, so it is easier to succeed.In the face of Fu Junjie's freehand brushwork, Han Xiangzi was calm and unhurried, and blew the jade flute again.When the flute sounds, the snowflakes float again.It's just that this time it's different, the flute is euphemistic and soft, not as clear and high-pitched as just now.The snowflakes also become as delicate as cotton wool, mixed with the white plum blossoms, and this picture is extremely moving.The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.White, not necessarily useful.Incense may not be revealed.is also condensing snow, Han Xiangzi's illusion technique this time is quite delicate, and he actually wrapped the plum blossoms in snow and sealed them all.Of course, these can only be considered defensive, or rather posturing.The real winner is still the chill hidden in the Xiaoqu.Fu Junjie is a loyal gentleman in the end, obsessed with seeing and dismantling moves, and all his attention is on Mei Xue Douyan in the air.Not surprisingly, he was successfully attacked by Han Xiangzi and fainted and fell to the ground.The second battle of Xiling was defeated again.Zhuang Mohan was really anxious.He finally sensed something was wrong.Han Xiangzi's snowflake obviously did not touch Fu Junjie's body, but Fu Junjie still fell to the ground, which shows that the other party's doorway is not on the snowflake, it is just a trick.Since this is the case, the next step is to deal with Xuehua, and who should be sent to fight At this time, Ren Zhen smiled and faintly guessed the truth."
Rites remember the clouds, and the beginning of all sounds is born from people's hearts.The movement of the human heart is also made by things.Feeling and moving in things, so the form is in sound.The sound corresponds, so it changes, and becomes a square, which is called the sound.than happy, and dry Qi Yuxuan.It's fun. ”"Gong Shangjiao is a feather, and the five tones are killed.The sound of his flute can penetrate people's hearts and is a bit interesting.If the opponent is me, what illusion can he elicit":