Chapter 1467

Only the middle string remains.

"What the hell is she doing!"

"All the strings are broken, and there is only one left. How can I play it?"

Jun Mohuang's act of breaking the strings instantly aroused discussions among the surrounding people.

"I don't know, maybe she wants to use this string to play the piano?"

"What can a string play? Sister Yuxue's song is complex and changeable. Jun Mohuang knows that he is doomed, so he is playing tricks and sensationalizing!"

A witch who is also Qin Ji said.

Only a few notes can be plucked on a string, not to mention the piece Yuxue Qinji played just now, even simple pieces can't be played.

This is basic common sense!

Amid the confusion and contempt of the crowd, Jun Mohuang reached out and plucked the only remaining string a few times.

"You! Give me back my violin!"

Seeing that there was only one string left on her qin, Ji Xueqin glared at Jun Mohuang angrily.

This qin is her weapon, her beloved thing, and Jun Mohuang cut it off in such a way that there is only one string left.

Jun Mohuang knew that she couldn't win, so she ruined her piano to vent her anger

Yuxue Qinji was very distressed and very angry.

Jun Mohuang ignored her.

Her hand that plucked the strings suddenly changed, and her fingers fluttered.

Familiar zither sounds, played by Jun Mohuang, came from the only remaining string.

It was the piece that Yuxue Qinji played just now.

The fingering that Jun Mohuang used was also the fingering of Yuxue Qinji.

Whether it is the tune or the fingering, it is exactly the same, a perfect reproduction.

"This...how is this possible!"

Yuxue Qinji and everyone present stared blankly at Jun Mohuang's hands and the only remaining string as if they had seen a ghost.

A single string plays such a complicated tune...

This is not in line with common sense at all!

But soon they were in no mood to be surprised, nor did they have the extra energy to think about how she did it.

Jun Mohuang's piano sound was like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

As the sound of the piano unfolded layer by layer, the scene in front of each demon in the hall suddenly changed.

The scene in front of them was no longer the hall of the Demon Palace, but a real battlefield.

On the battlefield, the demon army laid down millions of corpses, with blood flowing for thousands of miles.

The demon army was defeated.

On the battlefield, only a few hundred of them were left.

On the opposite side, an army of millions of spirit races was rushing towards them.

I can't wait to pick up the weapon immediately, summon the spiritual power, and desperately fight the enemy that doesn't exist on the opposite side.

The disparity was so great that every demon clan couldn't help but flushed, breathed shortly, and beads of sweat kept dripping from their foreheads.

They want to retreat, they want to escape.

The disparity in military strength is too great, and there is no hope of victory at all.

But the sound of the zither lingering in their ears all the time, the sound of the zither went straight to the bottom of their hearts, passionate and high-pitched, instantly igniting the warlike blood in their bodies.

The militant blood, the unyielding will, and the unyielding soul are roaring and clamoring wildly.

"war!"

Some of them yelled, and all the demons took out their weapons, summoned spiritual power, and took the initiative to meet the army of the spirit race.

All the demons have forgotten life and death, even if they are scarred, even if they have been pierced by thousands of arrows.

Even if the opponent's number is tens of thousands of times that of one's own.

At the last moment of their lives, they are proud and proud.

They have achieved the highest glory of being a demon.