Chapter 275 Battle of the Temperament

At this time, Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly. He had a handsome face and a detached temperament. His slender fingers were beating on the strings, and he was not affected by the terrible scene in the void at all.

At this time, he was serious and focused, and Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his color, just quietly playing his own melody.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be immersed in a wonderful mood, faintly showing sympathy for Ye Futian, as if worried that he would be swallowed into nothingness and reduced to dust in that torrent.

Over Ye Futian's head, the vision became more and more terrifying, and the magic formation that devoured the endless spiritual energy was like a wild beast, capable of killing everything.

Finally, Qian Shanmu's fingers slid across the string, and a terrifying spiritual will enveloped the storm above Ye Futian's head. The dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the sky was dark. Go towards Ye Futian below.

Countless people were tense as they stared at the scene in front of them. This scene was too terrifying. Is it really something that people of the Dharma can contend with?

Even the arrogant figures in the lower ranks cannot withstand this level of attack.

The storm that destroyed everything came. Luo Junlin's eyes were extremely cold and his fists were clenched. He wished that Ye Futian would directly destroy and die in this storm. Only in this way can the danger of Nandou Kingdom be solved. will be liquidated.

On the other side of the academy, Tang Ye, Su Muge and the others saw this scene and had no sympathy. If Ye Futian was really killed like this, it would only be his own stupid death.

Just when the storm fell over Ye Futian's body, at this moment, the invisible sound wave that had been pervading Ye Futian suddenly made a sharp sound, and an invisible spiritual storm surrounded his body. Blow up, whenever a spell comes, it will be directly cut off and cut, and then turned into scattered aura, which is wrapped around Ye Futian's body by the storm.

As a result, under the gazes of everyone, they saw an extremely shocking scene. The doomsday-like destructive force came, but it was constantly cut by the spiritual storm. When they played the piano, they seemed to have unknowingly A terrifying spiritual defense force is arranged around his body, which can destroy all the magic attacks that come from the attack.

Spells are motivated by mental power. Even if a magic circle is engraved to release spells, they are still released by mental power. Powerhouses who are good at mental power attacks can also destroy spells with mental attacks.

The sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and the magic circle above Ye Futian's head frantically released magic attacks and attacked down, but Ye Futian's fingers plucked the strings faster and faster, like flowing clouds and water, playing a gorgeous movement.

No matter how fast the storm or the wave is, I will stand still, and no power will be enough to shake him.

At this time, above the handsome figure, there was a faint hint of the power of a prince.

"It's a strong defense." Everyone stared at the front. Although they used the power of the prince's magic weapon, it can be seen that Ye Futian must be extremely proficient in the rhythm. He said that he didn't understand the rhythm. It was purely to mock Qianshan. twilight.

At this moment, Qian Shanmu also had a slight turbulence in his heart. Ye Futian played the qin, nothing special. However, he built defense first. As a qin mage, Ye Futian knew the means of rhythm attack, direct and direct. Mental attack, this kind of attack is very threatening, Su Muge was vulnerable to this kind of attack before.

But Ye Futian, the first defense is mental power, like a dragon guarding his mind, it is difficult to invade.

The second type of attack, naturally, is to use the rhythm to trigger a spell attack. Ye Futian also arranged a defense, using his mental power to gather into an invisible storm, cutting off all spells that approached his body, so that the spells could not get close to him.

Ye Futian not only understands the rhythm, but also understands the way of the rhythm.

Qianshan Mu has to admit this now.

Of course, it is one thing to know that Ye Futian can defend against his rhythm attack, which is Ye Futian's ability.

Even the spells cast by the magic circle could not break through Ye Futian's defense, Qian Shanmu understood that it was almost impossible to use the rhythm to provoke spells to defeat him.

Then, there is only one method left, and it is also the basis for truly measuring how strong a person's attainments in rhythm are. Using rhythm, turning it into artistic conception, will influence, control, or kill.

Back then at the Qin Palace, Ye Futian treated Gu Ming like this and made Gu Ming surrender. Under the control of his piano sound, Gu Ming couldn't resist the mood and actually knelt on the ground.

Qian Shanmu's attainment in rhythm is unquestionable. He changed his fingers and plucked the strings. Before he knew it, his voice gradually changed.

With Qianshanmu's playing, he seemed to have a little more sacred meaning on his body, and his radiance was bright, and even a wonderful picture appeared in the minds of many people, Qianshanmu's body was faintly blooming.

Afterwards, phantoms appeared one after another, all of Qian Shanmu's figure, appearing in that picture.

"Holy Song."

Among the people present, not many people have seen this piece of music, but Hua Qingqing is obviously one of them.

In the rhythm contest with Ye Futian, Qian Shanmu actually played this song.

In Hua Qingqing's consciousness, there is also a picture. Qianshan twilight is full of light, like a saint. His voice is like the words of a saint. With a wave of his palm, it is like the meaning of a saint. The whistling sharp sword and the collapsing divine beast appeared and walked towards Ye Futian.

At this time, Ye Futian felt the strongest mood, because this song was aimed at him.

He seemed to see Qian Shanmu transformed into a saint, the light enveloped him, the saint's words turned into a sharp sword, and he came towards him, and the saint's meaning transformed into a real dragon, a phoenix, and a unicorn. may crash.

At this moment, countless lives have misunderstood, Ye Futian is like a weak scholar, how to compete with saints?

One word can convict him, one thought can kill him.

But the weak scholar was still playing quietly. Facing this violent storm, he always composed music quietly and played his own movement.

Under the sound of his piano, the sharp sword dissipated and the attacking monster was destroyed. No matter how aggressive you are, I still stand still.

From his body, from Ye Futian's piano sound, everyone seemed to see a kind of character.

Gradually, Ye Futian's piano sound seemed to become a little higher, but it was still stable, improving little by little, destroying the rhythmic attack on him.

With the sound of his piano penetrating the void, everyone faintly felt that the weak scholar seemed to be growing up, growing up in the storm, with a scholarly spirit, scolding Fang Qiu.

The will of the prince pervades his body, and Ye Futian's temperament is getting more and more outstanding, as if he has transformed unconsciously, but he is always that firm.

An indomitable spirit gradually emerged from him. The weak scholar seemed to have grown up under the baptism of a storm, and finally stood in the center of the stage, challenging the high-ranking figure.

Some powerful characters are not completely affected by the artistic conception of Qin Yin, and they are still thinking. From Ye Futian Qin Yin, they seem to have experienced the baptism and growth of life, and the Qin Yin is like a process, a process of growth, this kind of It feels amazing, yet so natural.

The sound of the piano is still becoming high-pitched and intense, until it is about to pierce the sky.

In the minds of the crowd, it seemed that they saw a young man grow up to a prince, and then to an emperor.

At this moment, the young man who played no longer looked like a weak scholar. His back was tall and straight, his body was like a dragon, and the sound of the piano seemed to have the sound of a dragon roaring.

The spiritual power that attacked Ye Futian was constantly destroyed and shattered, and the violin sound that was constantly becoming high-pitched was like the iron cavalry of an emperor. In that illusory picture, Qian Shanmu and Ye Futian faced each other, like a confrontation between a saint and an emperor.

What is rhythm, the real rhythm is to conform to the artistic conception and completely substitute people into the rhythm world.

Qianshan Mu said that he did not understand the rhythm, and in terms of the rhythm killing methods and variety, he was not as good as Qian Shanmu.

However, this year, he has a deeper understanding of rhythm, and in terms of artistic conception, he is confident that he can remain invincible.

The sound of the zither, which is a fusion of chaos and the world, is matched with his innate will. How can he lose? He inspired the emperor's art to integrate into the sound of the zither, making the artistic conception more powerful invisibly, and everyone will only think that this is the sound of the zither. The artistic conception brought by itself will not think that it is the effect of the cultivation technique.

In the picture of nothingness, two huge figures seemed to appear, trying to make the sky crawl under their feet.

The wills of the two figures continue to become stronger, but the figure of the saint has been like this from the beginning, while the figure of the emperor seems to be growing continuously, until it can finally break through the sky and take charge of the country.

The vast space is frozen, and everyone can feel the artistic conception contained in the rhythm and the situation of the confrontation.

Ye Futian turned out to really compete against Qianshan Twilight purely with rhythm.

That figure is infinitely tall and straight at the moment, and with the sound of the piano still rising, the meaning of the emperor is still getting stronger.

Finally, with an invisible vibration, the saint's body collapsed, and then Qian Shanmu felt an irresistible force of will.

"clang……"

Gu Se made a harsh sound, and countless eyes were frozen there.

String, broken.

Qian Shanmu's hands froze there, and along with a muffled groan, Qian Shanmu spit out a mouthful of blood, dyeing Gu Se red.

The number one rhythm of the younger generation in the ancient world, in the pure rhythm confrontation, lost to Ye Futian, a disciple of thatched cottage.

At this moment, Qianshan Mu sounded what he had said to Ye Futian in the Qin palace, you don't understand the rhythm at all.

He doesn't understand rhythm, who understands?

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