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- Ye Futian was still playing the zither, the high-pitched zither sound gradually became lower, and the emperor's intentions on him dissipated.
Finally, with the beating of a note, the melody stopped.
Ye Futian slowly raised his head, looking at Qianshanmu, his white clothes were like snow, spotless, his eyes were like stars, and his handsome face seemed to be even more radiant at this moment.
I am a mere 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 the broken Guser dejectedly, as if he still didn't want to believe that he would lose.
Dong Huazong didn't believe it either, and couldn't accept it.
Qin Mengruo's face was pale, her man lost to Ye Futian in terms of rhythm.
Hua Qingqing's clear eyes looked at the handsome figure in white. What she paid attention to was not Ye Futian's victory, but the piano music played by Ye Futian and the artistic conception in the piano music. He never used the piano sound to induce spells from the beginning to the end. Attack, but only to express a kind of artistic conception with rhythm, unyielding, growing up from a teenager, until becoming an emperor, Lingyun Tiandi.
The artistic conception contained in his piano sound continued to grow stronger until it completely overwhelmed Qian Shanmu.
Perhaps his attainment in rhythm may not be as good as Qian Shanmu's, but the world he feels from his piano sound is wider than Qian Shanmu's world.
Even the people in the academy were shocked by the result of this battle, especially Tang Ye and Su Muge, who had satirized Ye Futian before, felt their faces were hot when they saw the eyes of the surrounding academy disciples.
Yu Sheng felt that this should be a matter of course. He was the only one who had blind trust in Ye Futian. He also gave Tang Ye a cold look, and said coldly, "It was shameful to be on the top of Jingshan Mountain in the ancient world in the past." not enough"
Tang Ye's eyes froze, staring at Yu Sheng, his face embarrassed.
"How can you understand his world? You'd better shut up about his affairs in the future." Yu Sheng said coldly, and there was a threat in his wild eyes.
? Tang Ye gritted his teeth, Yu Sheng actually threatened him
But Yu Sheng didn't care about his thoughts at all. After saying that, he turned his eyes away and ignored Tang Ye's existence.
Gradually, a low voice came out from the crowd in the vast space.
"Qianshanmu, unexpectedly lost."
I don't know who said a voice, and the crowd was in an uproar.
? Qian Shanmu, known as the first person in the melody of the younger generation in the Eastern Barren Territory, was defeated in the melody, so can he still be called the first person?
The arrogance of the major forces has their eyes on Ye Futian. Although Ye Futian's realm is slightly lower, his realm will rise sooner or later.
In thatched cottage, another figure like Gu Dongliu will appear.
The two evildoers of the Donghua Sect, Lu Nantian was defeated by Gu Dongliu, and Qian Shanmu was defeated by Ye Futian.
Dong Huazong lost completely in the head-to-head confrontation with thatched cottage.
Ye Futian put the guqin in the package, and he did not rush or slow down, nor did he mock Qian Shanmu's defeat.
Defeating the opponent with 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, looked at Ye Futian and asked.
What he played was the holy melody, the voice of a saint. This piece 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 looked up at Qian Shanmu, and said, "Play it at will, I don't know what it is."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and lifted his steps, ready to leave.
It is played at will.
"Although you win, why are you so hypocritical." Ye Futian has a high attainment in rhythm, and he naturally admitted it, but Ye Futian said that he played it at will, deliberately humiliating him?
Ye Futian stopped, smiled, and said, "What is rhythm? Although rhythm can be used in battle, it is the rhythm given by mental attack. The real rhythm lies in the rhythm itself, which is pure and connected with the meaning. I don¡¯t know the rhythm, I really don¡¯t understand it very well, but do you really understand it?¡±
Having said that, Ye Futian continued to lift his footsteps, and Qian Shanmu's eyes froze.
Do you really understand
At this moment, Qian Shanmu had doubts about himself.
He lowered his head, looked at the broken string, and was meditating, as if he had suffered a big blow.
At this time, a beautiful figure came to his side, she saw Qian Shanmu's struggle, and questioned herself, this is her man, she didn't want to see Qian ShanmuThe momentum is getting stronger and stronger, approaching Qin Mang directly.
Since it is a martial arts battle, it is naturally a frontal confrontation.
"Roar" sounded like a dragon howling, and the void trembled. Qin Mang charged down with five real dragons, and the flying Ye Futian seemed extremely small, vulnerable to a single blow.
But the momentum on Ye Futian's body is getting stronger and stronger.
Finally, the dragon shadow descended and charged towards Ye Futian, only to see his whirling body stop, and the long stick in his hand slashed towards the real dragon.
? Heaven travels nine strikes, opening up the world.
At this moment, a huge stick shadow appeared between the sky and the earth, and everyone saw Ye Futian rushing into the dragon shadow, followed by a loud bang.
They saw that the dragon shadow was split from the middle, and Ye Futian's long stick directly hit Qin Mang's body.
The next moment, Qin Mang's body flew directly in the direction of the crowd of East Qin Academy, and with a loud bang, he 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 hand. He glanced at Qin Li, and said with a smile, "The genius of the Qin Dynasty is just this strength."
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