Eternal night, vast and mysterious.
Central Plains, Twelve Swords.
The moment Jian Twelve walked out, three of the four people opposite him naturally retreated, leaving the open space outside Baili Village to Jian Twelve and the man named Kuang.
Jian Twelve said that his third sword was named Qiu Shui and his fourth sword was named Duckweed.
Since Jian Twelve mentioned it, this song is naturally called Qiu Shui Duckweed.
Yue Chuyun's feet floated slightly behind her, and then landed lightly on the top of Baili Village's gate.
Jun Wuxia walked into Baili Village and saw Luo Qinghuan, who was leading the way, turned around.
Jun Wuxia was a little confused, and then saw Luo Qinghuan raise his head expectantly.
"Miss Jun, Mr.
Yue's music is not easy to hear."
Jun Wuxia turned around and looked up, and sure enough he saw Yue Izuyun at the height holding the piano behind him into his arms, and brushing the strings with his left hand.
"If Twelve's sword and Izumo's harp could be seen and heard at the same time, it would be the dream of countless people in the world."
Luo Qinghuan couldn't help but sigh.
After Luo Qinghuan finished speaking, he saw a figure rushing out of the corner not far away.
He saw the figures of Luo Qinghuan and Yue Chuyun, and then he slowed down.
"Fortunately, I just made it."
Lu Weifang said and looked at Luo Qinghuan, "How about it, I heard that Brother Twelve and Qin Langge are also going to take action."
For a moment, Lu Weifang looked suspicious: "Qinghuan, you don't want to see what these guys are doing?"
Jun Wuxia's heart moved slightly when he heard the words, and said: "Since everyone said that Mr.
Yue and Mr.
Twelve don't often take action, I suddenly wanted to watch it."
Luo Qinghuan laughed loudly when he heard this: "Miss Jun, these words are very kind."
Jun Wuxia smiled and said nothing, but looked up at Yue Chuyun not far away, and then his eyes were attracted by Qin in Yue Chuyun's arms.
The body of the piano is dark, but the surroundings are green.
The strings are crystal clear and shine under the sun.
The head of the piano is also decorated with several necklaces.
It doesn't look like a weapon used to kill people at all.
"What a beautiful piano."
Jun Wuxia couldn't help but admire, and walked back to the outside of Baili Village.
Coincidentally, Qin Langge was also watching the piano in Yue Izuyun's hand.
He thought about it for a moment and then sighed: "Although I don't know the name of Brother Yue's piano, it seems that in this world, it is only in the hands of masters."
His magnificence can only be compared with that of others.”
If it were at any other time, Qin Langge's words would definitely attract a group of people to ask questions.
Unfortunately, there is something more noteworthy now.
Jian Twelve is ready to take action.
The Yongye tribe in the north has a long history of grievances with the Central Plains, and the most recent battle was during the Sword Lord's sweep of the world.
Yongye Kuangzong rose like a dazzling star in the northern night sky, and within a few years he became a Taoist master known to the world.
Unfortunately, the legends in the martial arts world at that time belonged to Sword Lord.
Therefore, both Qin Langge and Dao Wuhen set their sights on the young man named Kuang Xuan.
The same evil spirit, the same demonic nature, and even a trace of killing intent that was even worse than Jian Twelve, all proved that the young man in front of him was not a simple master.
Jian Twelve held a purple dagger in his hand.
The name of the sword seemed to be Ji Ming.
Jian Twelve had always carried it with him, but he did not draw the sword at this moment.
Neither the young man named Kuang Xuan nor Jian Twelve took any action, but everyone around him moved away.
The air in front of Baili Village suddenly became a little stuffy, and at this moment, a piano sound quietly sounded, which actually dispelled a lot of this depressing atmosphere.
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The sound of the piano fell from low to high like a pearl, and slowly dissipated with intentional or unintentional trembling.
After a while, the sound of the piano came back again.
It was completely different from the artistic conception at the beginning.
It suddenly enlightened and inspired fearlessness, but it only took a moment to arouse the pride in the hearts of everyone present.
"Good song."
When Jian Twelve heard this, the murderous intent around him disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face.
"The title of the song is Duckweed on the Autumn Water."
Yue Izuyun behind him replied softly.
"How to interpret this song" "I look coldly at the sky alone and ask with a smile when the years will end."
Jian Twelve stopped answering, the smile on his face completely faded away, and the murderous intention around him disappeared completely, which was in sharp contrast to the blood energy sweeping across him.
The sound of the sword chanting echoes with the sound of the piano, adding a hint of killing, but this killing does not have any killing intent, it just seems to envelope the world in front of you into a blanket of autumn coolness.
Ji Ming took out his sheath, and fell into Jian Twelve's right hand with a faint purple light.
No, the hilt of the sword has not been taken, but Ji Ming is still hanging quietly by Jian Twelve's hand.
"Such a deep inner strength."
Jun Wuxia couldn't help but shake his head and exclaimed.
Xu Yinyin on the side nodded in response.
"As soon as you enter the Taoist realm, your internal power is like a river flowing into the sea.
Therefore, after the Taoist realm, your internal power is not the key to victory or defeat.
Likewise, the sword beside Twelve at this moment seems to be controlled by internal power, but in fact it is because of Twelve's Kendo himself appeared next to Twelve."
The one who explained aloud was Dao Wuhen, but Yue Chuyun remained silent.
The scholar was not in Baili Village at the moment, and the only person whose strength was closest to that of Qin Langge and Sword Twelve was Dao Wuhen.
"Jian Twelve has the Tao of the sword in his heart, and the sword in his hand can feel the Tao in his heart.
How to draw the sword depends on his Tao, but also on his heart."
After Dao Wuhen finished speaking, Jian Twelve turned sideways and raised his hand, and Ming Ming groaned softly, seeming to sense the Tao in Jian Twelve's heart.
A dazzling purple light rose from the sword body.
When it was taken in the air, countless afterimages of the sword energy condensed around it like ghosts.
"However, the opponent is not easy either."
Qin Langge looked deeply at the young man opposite Jian Twelve.
When they were facing each other with strength, he couldn't tell the difference.
Now that he had taken action, Qin Langge naturally saw that the opponent was extraordinary. .
"This kind of murderous intention can be condensed to the point of turning the world into a prison.
If you are in it, if you can't escape as soon as possible, you will definitely fall into the prison of this sword, and you will completely feel the despair contained in this sword.
This The killing intent in one sword is interesting. " Jian Twelve still had a smile on his face, and his smile was like the warm autumn sun.
Although it appeared a little unnatural on his face, if you look closely, it looked very natural.
The shadow of the sword was like purple lightning and green frost, and it fell in front of Jian Twelve's eyes in an instant.
It was clearly just the shadow of the sword condensed by sword energy, but it was no different from Mi Ming.
Kuang Xuan took a step forward, blood surged behind him, and in an instant he was in front of Jian Twelve.
Jian Twelve remained unmoved.
He still held the secret in his hand, but the shadows of the sword energy around him were pouring out one after another.
The sound of the piano paused slightly and suddenly turned into an excessive bass.
The sword energy in front of Jian Twelve's eyes seemed to feel the change of the music, and the afterimage swept across, turning into the Yangtze River.
Although the initial momentum is weak, the sword energy does not stagnate, and the afterimages are connected together, like a phantom of a river made purely of sword energy.
"When the autumn water comes, hundreds of rivers will flow into it."
The chanting voice matched the melody.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Yue Izumo: