Chapter 3432: The Intersection of 7 Sounds, a Long River

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hum…

Dongfang indifferently yanked out his hands together, and Bai Zhe's palms moved like a dance.

The sound of the violin is endless in an instant, and each sound is different.

Dongfang's indifferent voice has grown a little bit, "Convergence of seven sounds is my strongest method and my last resort."

"Palace Master Xiao Yi, get ready."

The curling sound of the piano filled the world at a speed much faster than any time before.

The first sound, wild and desolate, but extremely hot, Yanlong sound.

The second sound, moist and continuous, is the sound of the ancestors of water.

The third tone, fierce and hot, the sound of the first birth of the ancestors of the fire.

The fourth tone, thunder surging, the sound of Lei Zu's birth.

The fifth sound, ethereal and endless, the sound of the first birth of Kongzu.

These four tones are all primitive and inexplicable, shaped like the original source, and seem to be born in the original source.

The sixth tone, sad and turbulent, an ancient soul tone.

The seventh tone, which cuts through the sky, is extremely pure, and clears the sound of dawn.

On the Zizai Shenxian Qin, all seven strings move.

Between heaven and earth, the seven sounds meet.

Xiao Yi's sword also moved.

"Six-pole explosion." Xiao Yi shouted violently.

Six sword qi torrents rose into the sky, shaking the seven piano sounds.

Both of them are monstrous.

The two, but in an instant, confronted each other.

Seven piano sounds, and seven monstrous forces.

A burst of dragon flame erupted in it.

One, the vast sea. One, rolling lava.

one share,

Abyss of Thunder. One, endless hurricane.

A land of pure rainwater. One, the purification power layer upon layer.

Anything is a rare power in the world, coveted by living beings.

Anything can be powerful.

Dongfang is indifferently full of momentum, "Seven sounds, Rong."

The seven different sounds of the piano are also the seven different sounds of heaven and earth.

The seven sounds of heaven and earth that once trembled the continent collided and merged with each other.

This sound, as if it should only exist in the sky, and should not exist on the ground.

This sound seems to contain all things, and it seems to destroy all things.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one sound of the piano.

The seven monstrous forces also collided and merged in an instant.

The erupting dragon flames, the vast sea, the rolling lava, the thundering abyss, the endless blowing hurricane, the pure rain falling down, the layers of essence power.

The seven are also rapidly merging with an indescribable feeling.

Sometimes they meander each other, sometimes they form a vortex, sometimes they meet and surge...and so on.

After a dozen or so breaths, there are no more of these seven monstrous forces in the heavens and the earth, only... a supreme force, a long river of power, runs through it.

Dongfang was indifferent, his hands were dancing like a dance, the piano sound was still constant, but his face was already pale.

This blow drained the energy in his body.

This is his strongest blow.

Between heaven and earth, at this moment, there is only one sound of the piano, and only one long river of power.

Xiao Yi's sword also danced non-stop.

The six swords flowed violently.

The six sword qi torrents are obviously huge, but under the long river of power, they seem to be vulnerable and incomparably small.

An astonishing pressure enveloped Xiao Yi's body.

"So strong." Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

Dongfang's indifferent strike is definitely in the category of the ninth level of the sovereign realm.

"Palace Master Xiao Yi, you are defeated." Dongfang indifferently pressed the strings with his hands and ten fingers.

Roar…

In the long river of power, there was a roar.

There seems to be a giant beast looking down at Xiao Yi, telling Xiao Yi's incomprehension.

roar...roar...roar...roar...

In the long river of power, there were four more roars.

There seem to be four heaven and earth creatures, ignoring all things, looking at Xiao Yi, this tiny ant.

patter... patter...boom...boom...boom...

In the long river of power, there is also the sound of rain, pity for the powerlessness of the weak.

The last sound is a roar, which means that if the ants continue to overreach, they will only purify Xumi in their powerlessness and turn into ashes.

It seems that the seven sounds dissipate, but in fact, the seven sounds are all in the long river of power.

The entire Dongfang family land is quite large, with more than a few geographical areas.

And this side courtyard, as the land of the young master, is also huge, with a range of millions of miles.

This million miles of land is enough for the two of them to fight, but it is definitely not enough to be a battlefield for the two of them.

At this moment, the world of millions of miles has been completely filled with two forces.

One is the long river of power, occupying 80% of the world.

One is the torrent of the six sword qi, which only accounts for 20% of the world.

The momentum of heaven and earth has already been raging to the extreme.

However, the surrounding courtyard has already formed layers of prohibition barriers.

The breath inside did not leak out; the battle here did not affect the outside half.

"Palace Master Xiao Yi." A heavy voice spit out from Dongfang's indifferently pale face.

"Do you really want me to drop this seven-tone fusion?"

"You can choose to throw in the towel now."

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

The pressure on him from this long river of power was even greater than the previous Beiyin Invincible.

His six-pole explosion is now gradually crumbling in front of this long river of power.

In Xiao Yi's eyes, in addition to shock, there is also deep amazement and shock.

Rather than saying that he is facing the fusion of seven sounds and this monstrous power, it is better to say that he is facing the long history of the entire world.

From this long river of power, he could feel the desolation of the barren years and the power of the dragon flames sweeping the earth.

When I felt the primordial feeling when the Four Patriarchs of Heaven and Earth were born, it was the joy of life, and it was also the joy that the continent finally had ocean currents, flames, wind and thunder and lightning meet.

Feel the sadness and pity of heaven and earth, and feel the birth of souls in the rain of martial arts that stretches across the continent.

The last thing I felt was the coldness in the endless darkness, and the warmth and hope that finally cut through the sky.

These feelings are so complicated that it is difficult to explain.

But there is no doubt that what he is facing now is a long history from the birth of heaven and earth, the wild years, to the present, endless years.

This is the fusion of seven sounds of heaven and earth that once shook the continent.

This is a long river that can crush everything.

Xiao Yi clenched his sword and looked straight at Dongfang indifferently, "Fall down."

"The voice of heaven and earth, I am not afraid."

"One day, my sword sound will shake the continent."

"Eternal years, for me, and for all beings in the world, are long and unmatched; but now, it is the past, this is the era of the younger generation."

Xiao Yi seems to be indifferent in the East, but it is more like talking to himself.

At this moment, the sword is the strongest.

"Liu Ji, Yuyin Li." Xiao Yi shouted violently.

The six sword qi torrents merged in an instant.

Roar…

A silver-white dragon rushed out violently.

This giant dragon, invincible and unstoppable, will scatter this long river of history.

Chong…

Xiao Yi's sword moved in an instant.

The long river of power originally occupies 80% of the world in a million miles.

Now, a silver sword light is forcibly tearing it apart.

The long river of power has been torn all the way through, all the way through.

When the long river was completely split, a sharp sword was firmly in front of Dongfang's indifferent throat.

"You, lost." Xiao Yibing said coldly.

Dongfang was indifferent, without words, only looking at the cold light in front of his throat with a complicated expression.

On the table, the Xizai Shen Xianqin has all seven strings stagnant, and there is no more sound.

He knew that he did lose.

The sky and the earth are long and long, and in the end, they are no match for the powerful sword in the hands of this Hall Master Xiao Yi.

For a moment, he felt that... this Hall Master Xiao Yi had come to the forefront of the long river of history.

And behind him, for countless years, countless amazing and brilliant people, all the powerhouses who once stood on the top of the continent, can only look to the back.

That figure, one person and one sword, walked in front of everyone.

The endless long years have been left behind by him.

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Third more.

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