Qin Langge thought Zhou Chuheng would lose, but in fact Zhou Chuheng did lose.
But no one thought that Zhou Chuheng would lose so fast, so fast that no one could react in time, so fast that only half of Yue Izuyun's song was echoed.
It wasn't such a gorgeous fight.
It was already decided from the beginning when Zhou Chuheng asked Yue Izuyun to strike first because of his seniority.
Letting Yue Izumo strike first, such an approach is purely seeking death in the eyes of those who know Yue Izumo's strength.
Whether it is the swordsmanship derived from Haoyue Youth Jue or the weird sound of the piano, if Yue Izumo takes the lead, , then he will naturally fall into his rhythm.
What is the rhythm of the moon and clouds?
Dao Wuhen had seen Yue Izuyun's swordsmanship, and Jian Twelve had seen the sonic wave that invaded everything.
But for Zhou Chuheng in front of him, he could only see Yue Izuyun taking out the jade flute from his waist, and then When the flute sounded, nothing strange appeared, not even the phantom tune that was widely rumored in the world.
But even with such an ordinary tune, when Zhou Chuheng drew his sword, he felt a strange feeling that he had never felt before.
The horn signifies Yu Shang, and the sound of the flute is triggered by the method of breaking the strings and performing seven unique exercises.
Hidden in this beautiful melody, there is also a fatal murderous intention.
However, Zhou Chuheng is also a master who has already entered the Tao realm, so if he simply uses the sound blade to fight against the enemy, he will naturally not be able to cause any harm to him.
No one knows that Yue Izuyun can also activate the pinzhu music style while using the Seven Jue of Broken Strings, turning the sound into a tide, crushing the surroundings with tyrannical internal force.
Zhou Chuheng can receive four sound waves, but every time the sound wave dissipates, it will condense into substance around him, and then increase the power of the next sound wave.
The palace sound exploded, and while the sound wave swept across it, it completely absorbed the remaining power of the first four sound waves.
It was impossible for Zhou Chuheng to block this sound wave forcefully.
The wave of sound dissipated, but the sound of the flute remained the same, leaving only the man in white in mid-air flying back, the blood spurting from his mouth leaving a bloody haze in the air.
"Zhou Chuheng is too proud.
He really thought that Yue Chuyun called him uncle, and his martial arts skills were really not as good as his."
Dao Wuhen withdrew his gaze and sneered, "Brother Yue's martial arts skills are comparable to those of Qingcheng leader, but it's just that A disciple who is the leader of Qingcheng is one generation lower than him, not to mention that Fengming Pavilion is not in the Jianghu.
If Brother Yue hadn't been thinking about Fengming Pavilion, I might not have even called him uncle."
"Who knows, Xiaodao, you should also understand that apart from seniority, these decent disciples have nothing to offer."
Tang Xiaochen said with a smile while drinking tea.
Without hesitation, Dao Wuhen turned around and looked at Tang Xiaochen.
Tang Xiaochen was obviously not afraid of the successor of the old man Wu Dao, and immediately looked at him.
Seeing this, Qin Langge knew that the two were old acquaintances, so he immediately changed the subject and said, "Zhou Chuheng shouldn't have let Brother Yue make the first move, so maybe he still has a 10% chance of winning."
Everyone nodded at the same time.
They were not ordinary people, so it was natural to see that after Yue Izuyun took action just now, Zhou Chuheng had no chance of winning.
The sound of the flute still echoed, and even though the chief disciple of the Chaoyang Sect was seriously injured in an instant, Yue Izuyun still had half of the song unfinished.
Zhou Chuheng fell to the ground, surrounded by Chaoyang Sect disciples who were looking after him with concern, but Zhou Chuheng seemed not to notice all this at this moment, and just looked at the leisurely figure standing opposite him with puzzled eyes.
White hair and red clothes, listening to Zhu Weiyu's words.
Yue Izumo is most famous for his harp and sword, but now, he has not even touched the harp.
The melody is gentle and lingering but also carries a bit of inexplicable sadness, as if regretting a love that was ignorant of the beauty but ultimately missed.
Tsuki Izumo closed his eyes and immersed himself in the music.
"The piano master Tsuki Izumo, perhaps he is indeed one of the few people in the world who integrates himself into music."
Such thoughts could not help but arise in the hearts of those present, and after a very emotional melody, Zhuang Meng, who had been silent at first, finally showed a thoughtful expression.
Although this woman from the sea of flowers in Saishang did not understand music, the sound of the flute moved her slightly.
The touch came from the sound of the flute, and also from the ethereal story behind the sound of the flute.
No one can make the music become an intoxicating story, unless you can meet Tsuki Izumo.
"Whose daughter is delicate, her hair hanging down is still young.
She sleeps under the tree, hugging the fragrance, and laughs at the shadow by the spring.
She loves the colors again and again, and cuddles up against the bluebirds across the flowers.
She plays around all day long, and she doesn't feel that the sunshine is getting old."
A nondescript reciting sound came from Ditai's mouth.
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Everyone looked towards Ditai, but saw the man in coarse shorts in front of them smiling shyly, and then whispered softly: "I don't know how old Qingguang is, this piece of music is Mr.
Yue said that behind this song is a story called Gujian Qitan.
This poem was also written by Mr.
Yue, and it is about the woman named Xiang Ling in the song.
Everyone looked at Yue Izuyun, but Yue Izuyun still stayed in the story described in the flute, with that indescribable obsession, as if even defeating the Chaoyang Sect and recruiting disciples was not as important to him as the sound of the flute. attraction.
"This," Monk Pi said a little embarrassed, "Master Yue doesn't give Zhou Chuheng any face at all."
"With his martial arts, how much face can he have?"
Dao Wuhen said expressionlessly.
When Tang Xiaochen saw this, he immediately agreed: "Obviously, I don't have much face."
"Senior Feng let you out."
Dao Wuhen frowned and asked, "According to Senior Feng's wishes, your martial arts cannot go down the mountain until you catch up with Brother Yue."
Tang Xiaochen smiled when he heard this, and then said with some joy: "There is no way, who made Uncle Feng's martial arts recover?
He is gone, what's the point of me staying in Qingyuan Village."
After coming down the mountain, I heard that Brother Yue was coming to the martial arts competition, so I rushed over, and who knew I would meet him here. " "Senior Feng" Qin Langge couldn't help but feel a familiar feeling in his heart, and immediately asked: "Brother Wuhen, I wonder who the two of you are talking about, Senior Feng?"
"I'm just a senior.
He was injured a long time ago and has been staying outside Fengming Pavilion to recuperate.
There are many people here talking, so I can't say much."
Qin Langge understood and immediately stopped asking any more questions.
He completely relaxed and let himself be immersed in the sound of the flute.
The final notes of the song faded, and when the final melody drifted away with the breeze, everyone present finally realized one thing.
Although the winner had been decided between Yue Chuyun and Zhou Chuheng, this was not an end-to-end contest.
In a life and death battle, the final victory or defeat will ultimately be proven by life and death.
"Uncle Zhou, the life and death battle is not over yet.
Please ask Uncle Zhou to tell everyone around you to retreat."
A trace of blood spilled out of the corner of Zhou Chuheng's mouth again, causing concern among the Chaoyang Sect disciples around him.
However, Yue Chuheng still looked at Zhou Chuheng quietly, with an elegant and courteous expression, as if he was admonishing a prodigal son who had taken the wrong path with the most sincere words.
However, Zhou Chuheng was not a prodigal, and he had done nothing wrong.
Yue Izuyun's voice was not admonishing, but sending him on his way.
There is no way to survive in a life and death battle, so Tsuki Izumo is also dying for him.
It's rare for a person to send someone off with such a gentle tone, but it's a pity that Yue Izumo is such a person. s: Perfect attendance is gone, and we have to prepare for an update.
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