The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1700: 1 Qu Liver and Intestine Broken
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"What is this?"
"This is a musical instrument?"
When they saw the Xiqin and the bow in Lin Yun's hands, everyone was dumbfounded. They had never seen such a weird instrument.
Everyone was surprised, even Yan Tianchen was surprised, frowned and said: "This is Xi Qin?"
"Isn't Xi Qin long lost...no one knows the score and the method of playing." Luo Shuyi said in surprise, and Lin Wan was also surprised aside.
Even Yue Weiwei is quite confused at the moment.
"Xi Qin? Hahaha, Lin Xiao, I really have you!"
Meizi showed a smile in the picture and shook his head. He had some expectations before, what kind of trump card Lin Yun could show, but after seeing only Xi Qin, he laughed.
This thing has long since been lost, not just now.
It was lost in ancient times. No one knows how to play, and there is no way to talk about the score. I don't even know how to play it, or even what sound it is, no one knows how to make a score.
"Qinglian Shengxue!"
Mei Zihua looks arrogant, with a chuckle, and the piano's tone changes.
It was the Suzaku flying across the sky, and the sky was burning with fire, but there was a huge white snow. On the surface of the lake, blue lotus flowers rose, and he cleared the field while playing the piano. The sound was beautiful and beautiful, with an ancient charm.
Lin Yun was about to pull Xi Qin, a green lotus rose under his feet, the green lotus bloomed, and a scorching breath instantly exploded.
Huh!
The strings that were about to be pulled up had to be forced to give up, and their toes lit up on the water.
Swish swish!
The figure keeps flashing, avoiding the blooming green lotus.
Not long after, Lin Yun became even more embarrassed, and Mei Zihua's smile became stronger. The nine maids behind him played music at the same time, making this Qinglian Holy Snow Song more condensed.
Obviously, these people often play in ensemble on weekdays, with a tacit understanding and a harmonious rhythm.
With the singing of plum paintings, the falling snowflakes seem to be alive.
It's cold!
Lin Yun shuddered, and found that his body was already covered with frost at some point.
Stiff limbs, inconvenient hands and feet.
It becomes very difficult to exert force. Bang, another green lotus blooms, Lin Yun is not in a hurry to dodge, and is directly blown out.
"Lin Xiao, it seems that these nine beautiful beauties, you are not blessed to suffer. With this ability, don't be a heroic man, obediently let the three fruits out."
Mei Zihua smiled happily.
He is very arrogant and defiant, but he can see that facing Lin Yun, he is not so high.
Now it's still arrogant, but it's mostly ridicule.
"That's it!"
Mei Zihua smiled faintly, Mei Xue's **** urged her to move, and the more than 1,000 green lotuses on the lake surface released a faint light.
The Suzaku hovering in the sky, under the sound of the piano, spit out a mouthful of divine flames.
Boom!
In an instant, more than a thousand green lotuses on the lake surface were ignited at the same time, and the green lotuses on the lake surface were in full bloom.
Everyone held their breath and felt their scalp numb, which was terrifying.
The melody played by Meizihua is too perfect!
It's hard to imagine, his artistic conception can be called the pinnacle.
Before, everyone thought he was a bit rascal. He was already defeated, and he had to take the nine maids to suppress Lin Yun.
But now I have to say that this man is really a melody wizard, I am afraid that sooner or later he will understand the voice of the emperor.
With such an image, I can't think of a way to defeat it.
On the boat upstairs, Palace Master Langya looked at this vision, and was also dumbfounded in astonishment. The elders are all dumbfounded, is this really a young man popping up?
Their spiritual cultivation is stronger than Meizi painting. The ancient song Qinglian Shengxue can even play, and the visions they play may be stronger than Meizi painting.
But the imagery wanted to be so perfect, I couldn't even think of it, the gap in musical attainments was too big.
"The Nine Qu Ling Lanterns are drunk with the green lotus, and the holy snow in the sky goes to the Promise."
Yue Weiwei and the others sounded a soft sigh. Several of them quickly looked back, but it was Mu Xueling who appeared quietly at some point.
A few people quickly said: "Holy Elder, can this song be broken?"
Mu Xueling shook her head and didn't speak. The expressions of several people couldn't help but feel sad, Yue Weiwei's face was sad, and Brother Yun's Sanshengguo hadn't covered her heat yet.
Yue Weiwei saw it when she played the piano last night, and Lin Yun's eyes were extremely satisfied when she saw Sanshengguo.
That is his rare happiness, which is extremely important to Brother Sansheng Guoyun.
Luo Shuyi couldn't help but say: "This plum painting is too despicable!"
On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun was struggling to walk and fell into this perfect vision. In the eyes of others, he seemed out of place, rejected by this vision of heaven and earth.
The movements are awkward, with stiff hands and feet.
Snowflakes fell on him piece by piece, and every time it fell, his movements became much slower.
Sooner or later you will be unable to move like this!
"Hey, this guy also has today. He was as open as he was when he encountered plum paintings, just like a clown." Someone is sad and others are happy.
The red taro beside Qin Hao said with a sneer expression on his face.
"The barbarians just want to clean up, thinking that if they get the top of the Langya list, they can compete with the people of the Kagura family. It is too naive."
Qin Hao took the conversation and sneered coldly.
The two voices didn't deliberately lowered their voices, they easily spread out. After Luo Shuyi and others heard it, their faces looked ugly.
These words actually represent the minds of many people. Before, Lin Yun was too public, and he couldn't lift his heads up against the enchanting holy land.
In the final battle, he took the top spot.
Many holy land leaders lost to Lin Yun, and they were quite dissatisfied.
If they had to choose, they would definitely lose to Meizi to paint better, at least the other party was the son of the Kagura family.
It's not ashamed to lose!
If you lose to Lin Yun, you lose too much face.
Seeing Lin Yun's frustration now, the minds of these people have become more subtle. After Qin Hao and Hua Hongyu took the lead, they immediately spread a whisper.
"It's really ridiculous, I thought there was a way to get Xi Qin out after a long time, that's it?"
Qin Hao said contemptuously, and immediately caused a burst of tacit laughter.
"Qin Hao, you shut up!"
Yan Tianchen shouted coldly.
Qin Hao smiled and said: "Hehe, I made a mistake? No one really thinks that this barbarian can play Xiqin, can he? He wants to be really capable, so I can play one for someone Qin. Chant..."
Yan Tianchen said angrily: "Don't go too far!"
"Is this in a hurry? Is it just this little breath?"
Qin Hao sneered.
Yan Tianchen was extremely uncomfortable, his complexion changed, and Lin Yun was trapped. He was already anxious. Hearing this irritating word, he was very suffocated.
Puff!
Yan Tianchen, who was wounded, was angry and spit out blood.
When Qin Hao saw this, his face changed slightly and his conscience was slightly guilty.
Hua Hongyao is reluctant and unforgiving, and said insidiously: "Don't worry, Lin Yun will only be injured more severely than you later!"
"It seems that the wound on your face is getting better soon." Yue Weiwei said coldly.
At this moment, I ran into the scars of Hua Hongyu. Lin Yun slapped her twice in public that day, which is the biggest humiliation she has suffered since her birth.
Hua Hongyu's face turned dark, with a look of resentment in his eyes: "Don't be proud, when you cry! This barbarian has no choice but to admit defeat now, sooner or later he will be frozen to death!"
On Shuangyue Lake, Lin Yun holds Xi Qin in one hand and the bow in the other.
The piano bow is placed on Xi Qin, but the person has long been covered by wind and snow, and can't move like a sculpture.
The heavy snow keeps falling, containing the power of sacredness.
Lay over Lin Yun's body, like a heavy mountain range overwhelming him, his situation at the moment is indeed extremely dangerous.
Brother Yun...
Yue Weiwei didn't care about fighting with the red taro, her eyes fell on Lin Yun, her eyes filled with distressed colors.
She has beautiful eyes and melancholy, biting her red lips, her right fist has been clenched unknowingly.
Squeak!
Just when everyone felt that Lin Yun would be defeated, there was a harsh sound on Shuangyue Lake, the sound was extremely unpleasant, like an old broken wooden door creaking.
Among the many beautiful piano sounds, this strange sound is extremely harsh.
Swish!
Lin Yun, who has become a snowman, shakes off a few pieces of snow from his body, and the creaking sound becomes more and more harsh. His movements were very stiff, and he was covered by heavy snow, and his movements seemed rather strange.
What's the matter?
But Meizihua didn't know why, this strange squeaking sound made him feel extremely dangerous, and said in a deep voice: "Qinglian Feitian!"
The nine maids behind him stood up in the sky, and the musical instruments in their hands became extremely solemn.
Boom!
The green lotus blossoms are burning with fire, like swaying holy lamps, and the rhythm that echoes between heaven and earth becomes extremely solemn.
It seems that there is a distant singing across time and space, shuttled to the present, worshiping ancient gods.
But the snowman-like Lin Yun's movements gradually became smoother, and layers of holy snow covering his body continued to fall amid the harsh squeaks.
Boom!
For a while, in a loud noise, the layers of holy snow covering Lin Yun directly exploded.
Huh!
Lin Yun took a deep breath, looked at Xi Qin in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "It almost overturned... This erhu is really not easy to pull."
Xi Qin's practice is not as much as Qin Xiao after all.
Qing Lian, who had been dodged by the other side, was unable to play the real music.
Lin Yun held the bow and tried the sound again.
"Brother Lin!"
Anxious and anxious on the expressions of Anbian Luo Shuyi and others.
Lin Yun turned a deaf ear to his ears, always bowing his head to audition, looking serious.
"This guy?"
A color of surprise flashed in Mei Zihua's eyes, and she coldly shouted: "Don't care about him, Qinglian serves the gods!"
Boom!
When the tune became extremely exciting, a bright light descended from the Supreme Star from 36 days away.
The next moment, this light shattered layers of holes, and the light condensed into a single figure, slowly falling towards the Suzaku hovering in the air.
Boom!
In an instant, the rhythms of Meizihua and others became extremely solemn and sacred. It seemed that the figure that fell thirty-six days away was really a god.
The boundless coercion came down, and the people on the edge of Shuangyue Lake were almost suffocated.
"It's over!"
Everyone saw this scene, and these two words appeared in their minds almost simultaneously.
But at this moment, between heaven and earth, there was a sound of rhythm that no one had ever heard.
The rhythm of that voice is indescribable, but the voice is long and loud, with a trace of hoarseness and vicissitudes.
Before everyone had time to react, a burst of cheerful tunes came out of Lin Yun's hands, Xi Qin.
The phantom of the Holy Spirit that was about to fall after those thirty-six days was about to fall on Suzaku, when the tune played by Xi Qin finally came out.
It was a galloping horse, galloping freely on the vast prairie.
During running, everyone can clearly feel the artistic conception in the dust.
It is completely different from the sacred and solemn tune of Meizi painting. This tune is cheerful and melodious, as if there is no sadness in the world.
In an instant, Xi Qin suppressed all the piano, flute, and flute on the Shuangyue Lake.
The eyes of Meizihua and others were extremely surprised. The tune was disrupted at a moment's notice. No matter how it was played, it was unable to deduce the sacred and solemn mood.
At this moment, the emotion was completely infected by the tune played by Lin Yunxiqin.
This is horse racing!
The corner of Lin Yun's mouth made a smile. That's right. He was in a good mood, and his playing became more and more cheerful.
Under his deliberate dazzling of skills, the erhu in his hand made a neigh of horses, almost the same as the sound of a real horse.
Everyone at the lake was stunned and looked over in disbelief.
This is Xi Qin?
This is the sound of Xi Qin?
Hua Hongyu and Qin Hao are dumbfounded, Xiqin, which was lost in ancient times, can really be played by someone.
Furthermore, such a tune has never been seen in Kunlun, and other instruments cannot perform stunts.
Boom!
Under the influence of the phantom of the gods and the horse racing, it became a little bit dim, and the nine maids showed pain and embarrassment. They were confused, and they all could no longer play or play the piano.
"Kill the wolf!"
Mei Zihua's complexion changed, and she decisively gave up the Qing Lian Divine Comedy. Without absolute piety to the gods, this Qing Lian Divine Comedy would never succeed.
Since it is a cheerful tune, kill him directly with the fiercest attack.
Several people changed their tone in an instant, and for a while, the situation was violent and the killing sound shook the sky.
The wisps of melody played by the nine people turned into thousands of troops and horses to fight towards Lin Yun, and countless soldiers swept towards Lin Yun with murderous auras, wrapped in billowing dust.
"Come well."
Lin Yun smiled faintly, changing from a horse racing to a galloping horse.
War Horse Galloping is a famous erhu song in the previous life, with endless excitement. Lin Yun controlled the bow and played the Galloping Horse with extremely fast speed.
Boom!
The turbulent tune went down, and the soldiers rode galloping war horses, straddling them.
The rhythm is sonorous and powerful, the smoke is billowing, the wind is rushing, and everyone is immersed in the scene, completely substituting in, as if in an illusion.
The next moment, the horses neighed, and Wan Qi charged.
The tens of thousands of horses rushing over by the other side collapsed at the touch of a touch. A fierce horse galloped out from behind Lin Yun and directly smashed the Slash Wolf.
Puff!
In such a fierce confrontation, Mei Zihua groaned, and the nine maids vomited blood stains.
Lin Yun is on the rise, his piano bow is like a saw, imitating a war horse leaping up his forelimbs, and the fierce neighing sound is repeated continuously.
"Stay back!"
Mei Zihua led a few people back, and said coldly: "Red lotus destroys the world!"
But he had just played the strings, only to find that Lin Yun had changed again. There was a very sad tune from that Xiqin. As soon as the rhythm sounded, there was endless sadness in his heart.
The second spring reflects the moon!
It is Xi Qin's most classic song. No matter how cheerful and passionate the erhu is, its main theme is always sadness and sadness.
Under the performance of Erquan Yingyue, Xi Qin's own characteristics have been brought to the limit.
Under Lin Yun's performance, Xi Qin's rhythm is sometimes deep, sometimes passionate, and sometimes proud. The only constant is eternal sadness and resentment.
Almost everyone is infected, forgetting about it for a while, forgetting that this is regaining the top spot.
Forget about this, Mei Zihua and Lin Yun are fighting, only the sound of Xiqin, the melancholy and profoundly artistic tune.
Puff!
The nine opposing people can no longer support them, their faces are painful, and they try their best to resist this pervasive rhythm.
Crack!
The green lotus flying in the sky shattered one after another, and the Suzaku wandering in the sky became a little bit dim.
Almost all of the nine maids behind him fainted.
But Meizihua didn't pay attention to it. He looked crazy and played the strings, but he was surprised to find that ~IndoMTL.com~ his strings have no sound! !
No sound can be played. To be precise, his temperament is all lost in the opponent's temperament.
Boom!
When Suzaku was completely dimmed and colorless, Meizihua's strings broke at him, and he was confused. How could this be possible?
"A song of liver and intestines are broken, where to find a friend in the world."
Lin Yun said leisurely, Xi Qin's voice gradually stopped.
Puff!
Mei Zihua and the others couldn't hold it anymore, vomiting a lot of blood, and the joy of sorrow that had been incorporated into their bodies burst out.
The dry intestines are broken and the five internal organs are split.
All of them clutched their chests, knelt down on Shuangyue Lake, his face was so pale that there was no blood.
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