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- Loud sound and strange sound.
Originally, the sound of black clouds was to destroy the sound of the piano to stop, and it was slow and unattainable.
It¡¯s just that the rain is about to come, and the undercurrent is turbulent. Although the movements of Gong Huiyu¡¯s thin and white wrists have slowed down, they have become more laborious. Gong¡¯s originally ruddy face turned pale, which shows that the situation is turbulent.
The harp has not been broken for more than a hundred years, but the famous harp held in Gong Huiyu's hands is mottled. At a glance, you can feel the vicissitudes of history contained in it. The flowing water is broken, the dragon is broken, the plum blossom is broken, every break Wendu is a piece of ancient history. A guqin can interpret the devastation of the years. It is also a kind of marriage to be played by a woman with a mind as graceful as a lotus flower after a thousand years.
"No matter how decisive the sound of the piano is and how powerful the thunder is, it cannot escape her original intention of being ancient, distant, distant and simple. Such a woman is destined to be lonely all her life." Dugu Yiren murmured, letting go of the exquisite diamond. The warm Dunhuang jade flying sky still made a crisp sound as it fell to her, but the red silk thread was still tied to her wrist.
"Woman, why is it necessary? Having a man care about you is actually a very luxurious thing. If you care about yourself, it can be regarded as a miracle. If you have to draw a prison and imprison yourself, that is not wise or foolish." Ye Hetu sighed with emotion, leaning against an ancient cypress with his stalwart body, lighting a cigarette.
"Women are inherently unreasonable. We often don't even understand ourselves. It's not surprising if the decisions we make are ridiculous." Dugu Yiren sighed softly. "The most boring thing about men and women is that Wenrouxiang is the hero. "Zhong, Nietzsche said that if a woman falls in love with someone, she will be terrible, because the world is worthless in her eyes. I am not willing to give up my faith, so I would rather walk alone without worries."
Ye Hetu disagreed and did not refute.
No one has a road at their feet, just like him, he gave up the bustling road and chose a secluded path. Although it was a bit bumpy and tortuous, the three tastes in it were not enough for outsiders. I was drunk and crazy, but the world was sober. It has nothing to do with me anymore.
"Will this battle be so without suspense?" Ye Qingge said with a smile. It seemed a little unbelievable that Ximen Honghuang was a genius who tied with Dawei Tianlong, an old man who had lived for more than a hundred years, and Wudao was even more so. For the first time, he fought against the person next to him, the Green Dragon. The two decided to compete at the top of the Chinese dragon rankings in the future. It seemed that it could not end like this. Although it was a little amazing, it was still unfinished.
"No." Qinglong said calmly.
"When do you think he can surpass you, surpass his father, and reach the top of the god list?" Ye Qingge said softly, neither smiling nor impatient. Neither cold nor hot, always beautiful and quiet, gentle and distant. So different. The world-eating fireworks, even Qinglong can't make her emotional, what should her man do?
"Five years, ten years."
Qinglong said without thinking, "If it's just a tie with me, and if he has been hiding his strength, I'm afraid it won't take much time. The last time the generation of Wakayama in Japan joined forces with others to attack, I seemed to see some signs. That time he It may not be saved, but I'm afraid he himself doesn't know how terrifying he will be next. This is similar to Long Yue."
"Five years, ten years, it seems like a long time."
Ye Qingge smiled and sighed, unable to figure out her thoughts. She stood up and tilted her palms slightly. The snow had already turned into water, pouring down and falling on the lake. She closed her eyes and praised: "The ancients said that Wu's voice is clear and graceful. The Yangtze River flows widely, stretches slowly, and has the style of a national scholar. Shu's voice is impatient, like the waves rushing through thunder, and she is also handsome for a while. This girl has both the charm and charm, she is really a strange person."
"When it comes to calligraphy and painting, Ye He Tu is worthy of being number one, but when it comes to music, you don't have to be modest." Xiao Yichen said softly, looking at Ximen Honghuang with his long flowing hair.
Ye Qingge was slightly shocked when he saw Qinglong taking down the Chi Xiao from behind.
The sound of the piano is sonorous and exciting, and the artistic conception of one drum dominates the world.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? One wave after another, and another wave rises, and the sound of the piano is like waves, as if the originally calm lake suddenly turned into turbulent waves.
Gong Huiyu¡¯s face turned pale, and his fingers were flying like a goddess scattering flowers.
Ximen Honghuang's long hair was blowing in the strong wind like a group of demons dancing wildly. Standing in the middle of the circle of broken ice, he turned his head and looked at the beloved woman in the distance who was devoted to playing the piano. At this moment, he finally no longer hesitated at all, and his sleeves were fluttering. , with his wanton eyebrows and his stunning talent, how could he not know Ye Wudao's trap, but he can't lose if he fights against the odds.
"It seems that I have underestimated you. But as long as you choose to gamble, you will lose. A man cannot use his woman as a place to bet. You know, why are you still gambling with me?" Ye Wudao narrowed his black eyes to play with the taste. .
"You have calculated everything, but you have not considered that she is not the kind of woman who values ??winning and losing. She loves heroes, not tycoons, so she will not choose me, let alone you who are plotting and strategizing." Ximen Honghuang laughed wildly, his eyes Sadly, he looked at Gong Huiyu and murmured affectionately, "But Huiyu, if I am not a hero, how can I protect you, how can I protect you in all my life?"
Ye Wudao couldn't help but feel moved.
"Borrow the sword!"
? ?Ximen Honghuang roared, and slowly stretched out his right arm, hanging in the air. At that moment, Ximen Honghuang's always dark and deep eyes were replaced by a kind of emptiness.
Clang!
A wave of music sounds like a phoenix,
An imperial red sky drew a gorgeous arc on the lake and flew towards Ximen Honghuang.
Ximen Honghuang held Chixiao, the sword of the emperor's way, in his hand, but his expression did not show any arrogance. Instead, there was a kind of indescribable sadness. He lowered his clear eyebrows and said with tenderness and firmness: "I can't be defeated in this life."
"Can't you lose?"
Ye Wudao muttered to himself, and then he sneered first, and then burst into a burst of absolutely self-centered laughter. Smiling, laughing, and matching the generous and tragic music of Yi Shuihan, it actually sounded like a hero slaughtering millions. The person behind him was in a state of despair as he didn't know the way forward. He withdrew his gaze and stared at the Qinglong in Ximen Honghuang's hand, giving him the Emperor Dao Chixiao. In this case, let's fight.
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The Xuanyuan Sword, with a large Yanhuang scabbard, is thrust straight into the Kunming Lake.
The sword is old and simple, with mysterious scriptures engraved on it.
Draw your sword!
??Boundless and majestic.
At that moment, not to mention Han Yun, even Zhao Yiye and Dugu Yiren shuddered. Facing the lonely Ximen Honghuang and the lonely Ye Wudao, these two young men who most overlooked all living beings in the world. They both had the feeling. The indescribable feeling is not worship or awe, but a faint, gentle "sorrow but not sadness" that fills the heart.
Ye Wudao stretched out his slender, jade-like index finger and bent it. With one flick, he also rhymed the "snap rhyme" caused by the broken grain of the guqin, which was just right.
Di Gong Huiyu's heart was slightly rippled with a bloodless face. Although his inner lake soon calmed down, he had finally cast a stone of cause and effect.
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Ye Wudao held the Xuanyuan Sword and fought with Ximen Honghuang. The two ancient divine weapons collided violently beyond ordinary people's imagination, and dazzling electric sparks flashed out. On Kunming Lake, each of the two swords dragged a bright stream of majesty. Figures passed by each other again and again on the lake, and each time there was a roaring sound of two swords rubbing against each other, and the sound of the piano became more intense as the battle progressed, almost breaking through the air.
Ye Wudao holds Xuanyuan in one hand, his steps are light and agile, and his sword is very powerful. He no longer pays attention to the complicated trajectory angle. But he has the charm of returning to nature, one sword is a sword. Every time he takes action, he has no worries, as if he takes it lightly. Life and death. Phew! Ximen Honghuang's body floated backwards, avoiding Ye Wudao's sword strike in the air. A hole with a radius of two meters was opened in the ice, and the lake water gushed out. Ximen Honghuang's figure did not slack off and disappeared again, while Ye Wu Dao did indeed dodge into the air immediately before he disappeared. He avoided the pursuing Ximen Honghuang and held the sword with both hands. He ran wildly on the ice towards Ye Wu Dao who had lost the opportunity. The ice behind him was broken by his step. Blocks flew everywhere. Then Lei Lei raised his sword and struck Ye Wudao in an arc.
Extremely domineering!
Ye Wudao's sleeves were blown close to his body by Ximen Honghuang's indomitable sword, but he did not dodge and forcibly withstood the blow with Xuanyuan with one hand.
Boom.
Ye Wudao flew out diagonally and fell in the distance.
Ximen Honghuang's dark eyes were devoid of any emotion, and he let the corner of his mouth turn scarlet as he continued to attack. The sword of the emperor exerted great power in the hands of Ximen Honghuang, who was Xiaoyao but had to be a hero. He did not wait for Ye Wudao to adjust his state. , still holding the sword at an angle, charging straight at the opponent who could make him fight desperately.
A conspiratorial sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Wudao's mouth.
The wrist bent into an arc, and with a sharp turn, the Xuanyuan Sword drew a strange arc in the air and spun towards the oncoming Ximen Honghuang. Ye Wudao, who no longer had a sword in his hand, muttered silently, with a charming look on his face, and his hair finally became crazy. When he stood up, those long and pointed eyes no longer hesitated. One, two, three, more and more colorful butterflies floated behind him, dancing gracefully and guarding him like monsters.
Ximen Honghuang turned sideways to avoid the Xuanyuan Sword's spin. At this moment, Ye Wudao was also approaching, clinging to his clothes, making circles with his hands, tightly wrapping Ximen Honghuang around him, while Xuanyuan Sword made a phoenix return with a telepathic movement. It spun around in the air and cut towards Ximen Honghuang again. Whoosh, the red sky in Ximen Honghuang's hand only hit a strange colorful butterfly, while Ye Wudao, which was supposed to be two halves, was unexpectedly suspended in the other direction.
Ye Wudao lightly touched the Xuanyuan Sword, and the Earth Sword that was about to fall began to circle in an obscure direction again, winding around Ximen Honghuang.
boom.
Ye Wudao used his strength to stick to Ximen Honghuang's arm. He pulled and pushed, and Ximen Honghuang spurted out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, the Kunming Lake was covered with colorful butterfly fragments.
Bang.
Use softness to overcome hardness.
Ximen Honghuang pointed his sword straight at Ye Wudao's chest.
Ye Wudao's hands seemed to be gentle but were actually extremely fast to draw a circle with lightning. His body suddenly retreated, breaking a circle containing yin and yang, and then a second one was derived. If it was broken again, it would be regenerated.
When Ximen Honghuang¡¯s sword finally could no longer break through the circle of Tai Chi¡¯s perfect circle,At this point, Xuanyuan Sword just circled to Ye Wudao's side, stretched out his arm, held the sword, and made a shocking horizontal slash.
Ximen Honghuang held Chi Xiao upright in front of his chest.
Chi.
He stepped back dozens of meters and clenched the Chixiao tiger palm, blood oozing from it.
Ye Wudao held Xuanyuan in his hand and stood proudly.
When the Xuanyuan sword comes out, all swords in the world will be broken.
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