Chapter 1120 Art

At this moment, Huai Shi's tears were almost flowing out with grief and anger, and she dodged awkwardly under the fierce attack, twitching from time to time due to the stinging pain.

Everyone understands the truth, but how many people can possibly do it?

Why are pigeons so big?

Who knows!

He just likes to think wildly in his mind, so how can he be pure and focused?

Unless there are another few decades of hard training and contemplation, or you have to have an operation on yourself right away to do some work on your brain and soul.

Otherwise, how could a person who has been full of ideas for more than ten years and doesn't know what crazy idea he will come up with in the next second, become such a focused seeker without distracting thoughts in an instant?

He has never thought about this kind of thing!

It was after seeing through this that Mr. Luo gave up teaching and allowed himself to grow as wildly as he wanted.

I just collected 100,000 yuan, so forget it because I owe so much money to you. I don’t have to worry about my blood pressure and life span anymore.

Moreover, when it comes to struggle and fighting, Huai Shi's understanding... is just ordinary. Compared with Luo Xian, he is as stubborn as a rock. He can barely gain some impression points and can be considered a middle-aged person.

Being able to get to where I am now is really not based on my own understanding and talent, but relying on the playing talent on the other side that is already unprecedented.

Without the unreasonable skill of playing, Huai Shi would have been beaten to death in a corner.

Where can I survive till now?

"It's not me, Lao Ying, I just play the piano. I don't need a performance conductor. You think too much. This is completely different from my professional requirements!"

Huaishi dodges awkwardly, "If you really want to focus on one part and one instrument, you won't be able to make a symphony at all. Then I'll... wait!"

While complaining, Huai Shi's soul suddenly trembled.

It was like there was a flash of lightning.

Enlightenment emerges.

"Who said that if you take too much, you won't be able to concentrate?"

He muttered in a daze, ignoring the hurricane that stirred up in the back of his head, soared into the air, and passed over the highly toxic and corrosive soup sprayed from the iron pot.

Finally caught something.

It seemed that he understood again.

"Since different plans at the same time will be messed up, then isn't it just a matter of arrangement order and priority?"

It doesn't matter at all if different voices appear at the same time.

What matters is the effect achieved when combined with each other.

Limbs and bones, nerves and muscles, even the movement of the essence and the rhythm of the soul.

Just like the high voice, middle voice and low voice must be combined in an orderly manner, the string section, wind section, percussion section and color instrument section...

Everyone is in his place, everyone is in his place, everyone follows his own order.

Only in this way can it sound smoothly.

My thoughts went around and around, from confusion to realization, then confusion, and finally realization again, only to find that I had unknowingly returned to the starting point.

Huaishi whispered suddenly:

"——Isn't this a symphony?"

Regardless of the stinging pain that continued to burst out all over his body, the spear of compassion tore through the gravy spreading on the ground, creating a straight path from the red-hot earth.

Huai Shi rushed in and passed the slashing and slashing blows of the giant bone-cutting knife and giant shovel.

The sword of virtue is raised again.

Aiming at the body of the chef.

Head? Four arms? Neck? Legs? Or is it the giant mouth on the chest?

Are those distracting thoughts a hindrance?

Is it necessary to have a pure thought?

As the thoughts turned, tingling pain continued to appear all over the body, the agitated source of energy surged, and there was no end to the infusion. The light above the sword blade surged, illuminating Huai Shi's smile.

At that moment, Ying Fangzhou frowned and shook his head unhappily: "Wrong."

"No, that's right—"

Huai Shi whispered softly, and in this brief moment, he took a step forward and stabbed towards the opponent in front of him.

The sword of virtue screams.

Dozens of tiny cracks appeared on the blade of the sword, and it trembled loudly. It was difficult to bear the power placed on him in this brief moment.

Not only the power of the mountain ghost, but also the sky above, the earth under the feet, and wherever it passes, even the thunder prison in Yingfangzhou trembles slightly, integrating into the rhythm created by Huai Shi.

——The symphony of heaven and earth is ringing here!

A melodious sound rising above the thunder erupted from the bloated body of the great chef.

Instantly, through.

A huge crack appeared from behind the chef, and blood and broken bones spurted out.

But the head chef suddenly didn't realize that, and still smiled ferociously. His giant hand suddenly grabbed Huai Shi's arm, and the giant bone-cutting knife in his other hand was raised and aimed at his face.

This time, I won't let you escape again...

And Huai Shi didn't try to escape.

Still, standing in place.

He just raised his head, looked at the fat opponent in front of him, and smiled, as if the battle was over.

Immediately afterwards, the giant sword that was about to be chopped down froze in the air.

stiff.

The chef's expression suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

Violent tremors spread from the wound, like waves, causing the flesh to surge. The stirring power and rhythm reverberated throughout his body.

At first, it was just a small and low mournful sound, like a moan, but then, the thin line of sound suddenly burst out like a sea tide, sweeping across and covering every inch of the limbs. Even his own strength and solidified soul were pulled into the unreasonable turbulence and became part of the chain reaction.

The bones are used as tubes, the muscles are used as strings, the internal organs are used as drums, and the lungs are transformed into horns. In the end, it was like a high-pitched roar resounding under the violently expanding mountain of flesh.

The majestic melody galloped and echoed wantonly, destroying his body and soul, and issued this indescribable and beautiful song.

Inspired by the legendary Valpurgis Night where witches danced and cast spells, the symphony composed by Russian composer Mussorgsky two hundred years ago is called "Night on the Barren Mountains".

At this moment, with the bloated and huge body of the chef as the stage, the screams of witches and devils, and the dark souls appeared again, accompanied by the weird and solemn melody, spreading wantonly in his body.

The bone-chopping knife, giant shovel, rolling pin and iron pot fell off from the twitching arm, followed immediately by skin, rolled muscles, and even collapsed and exploded bones!

The brutal roars and screams merged into the melody spreading in the body, and actually formed a part of this cruel performance.

The flesh and blood seemed to be activated, singing loudly under the ultimate intention of Huai Shi.

The sounds of explosions and shattering were endless, and cracks appeared one after another from the huge body. In the end, the chef knelt down on the ground with difficulty, his face covered with flesh folds full of sluggishness and horror.

Incomprehensible.

"What exactly...is...?"

In silence, Huai Shi looked down at him, thought about it, and answered seriously:

"This is called art."

The lightning flashed away.

As the roar spread, the soulless corpses fell to the sky and made no more noise.

Huaishi, on the other hand, looked back at the dissipated Lei Lao.

Ying Fangzhou looked gloomy.

Smile cheerfully.

"How?" he asked.

Ying Fangzhou said nothing and didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

He just felt that there must be something wrong with this person.

A breakthrough is a breakthrough, but why is it so annoying?

I spent so much effort to finally get this thing through the gate of the Pure Realm, but in the blink of an eye, this thing reversed out of the warehouse, and it was driving wildly all the way, and started to be wild on the unexpected road. Growing up, I discovered this evil skill of using opponents as musical instruments...

After integrating the power of the self and the environment through extreme intention, he forcibly resonates with the other party, and then compresses the entire movement in an instant, and then pours it into the other party's belly.

It vividly demonstrates what it means to drag your opponent into the same field and then use your skillful experience to defeat him...

Just seeing Huai Shi's triumphant look, he couldn't help but want to beat this thing up. But the other party over-completed the test he set, but Ying Fangzhou, who was proud of his status as a senior, felt that there was nothing he could do.

"What are you still doing?"

Ying Fangzhou turned around angrily, "Let's go!"

"Oh, alright."

Huai Shi nodded, followed behind and said with emotion: "But, what did you think of my hand just now? How was it? Under your on-demand broadcast, I really had an enlightenment and understood it instantly. If it weren't for your guidance, I would have Still..."

boom!

Thunder suddenly burst out.

Thousands of dazzling rays of light fell from the sky and converged on Ying Fangzhou's hands. The terrifying heat spread, burning the ground under his feet to black and melting it.

The premonition of death suddenly emerged from Huai Shi's heart.

At that moment, Ying Fangzhou suddenly turned around, holding the thunder spear that gathered the bright light from the sky, aimed it at the sluggish Huai Shi, and flew out!

Then, wiping Huai Shi's dull face, she flew behind him.

He was held in the hand by a long-dead, scorched hand, and after burning most of his body into ashes, he was completely crushed. Immediately afterwards, the palm of the huge body on the ground suddenly reached out and pressed Huai Shi's shoulders.

Hold tight.

"Mr. Ying, your Lei Lei seems to be just like me. He's getting old."

A familiar voice sounded from the mutilated corpse, and the bloody and charred face poked out from behind Huai Shi's shoulder, saying hello jokingly.

The rotten flesh and blood rolled around, revealing a middle-aged face that he had never seen before, but that evil smile and eyes filled with madness and mockery made another name suddenly appear in Huai Shi's mind.

——Golden Dawn Woodman!

"Finally recognized it?"

Woodman, leaning on the broken body, grinned: "Long time no see, Huaishi, did you miss me?"

"Yes I do."

Huai Shi smiled and nodded: "I think you are dead."

At that moment, the outline of the Sword of Virtue reappeared, and the sharp blade penetrated into his rotten face.

Fierce light bursts out!