Silent Crown Chapter 649: Supplies
"Sorry, I gave you a chance."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, stretched out his hand, and pressed Ralbin's green veins on his forehead: "Don't worry, the core music theory of the Steel Heart School... I will help you pass it on."
Before speaking, Ralbin let out a scream.
From the beginning to the present, in less than half a minute, Ralbin had fallen into defeat. All the musicians who arrived did not even have time to intervene. They could only watch Ye Qingxuan cruelly sustain his life, stripping out all his core music theory while he was still dying.
Like cramping and peeling bones, the pain caused Ralbin to scream, his blood rose, and his forehead expanded a full circle.
Until the end, Ye Qingxuan slowly drew out the last complete music theory and sealed it in the rod of destiny. Ralbin fell from his hands and collapsed to the ground.
Even if you still breathe, your eyes have lost the look.
The chapter of destiny is the condensation of a musician's life. Once stripped of the core music theory, there is no doubt that it is like taking away the soul. The hot blood had completely destroyed his brain.
Ralbin now can be said to be dead, even if he breathes, he can't last long.
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and a ray of moonlight turned into a flame and fell on his body.
In an instant, Ralbin turned into ashes.
A trace of regret and fluke flashed in everyone's eyes.
Ye Qingxuan did not leave the fate of the deceased to Guixu, therefore, he did not receive the blessing of Guixu. Otherwise, now he must have risen to the realm of a master again, and it will be more difficult to deal with.
But even so, no one dared to take the lead in a few faintly approaching masters.
It's the hand of God after all...
Ye Qingxuan, the savior, the vice-prince of Anglo, Prince Avalon, the chief judge of the Inquisition... Such a person, even at this level, does not know how many cards are left in his hand.
The end of a hastily shot, just like that Ralbin just now.
In the distance, at the end of the street, Lei Meng's figure emerged. He still took the old nun behind him, watching Ye Qingxuan's state, a slight movement flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth.
But soon, he closed his mouth and did not issue an order.
There is no doubt that he wanted to kill Ye Qingxuan now, but he wanted to kill too much, but he couldn't let him do it. Now I don't know how many people are looking here, if he orders Schubert to start, then the order will definitely not bypass him. Moreover, the inheritance of Haydn, Angru, would definitely not be handed over. Must find another opportunity...
Besides, he has another mission.
He glared at Ye Qingxuan unwillingly, then turned and took the old nun away.
He doesn't need to do it himself.
There are as many people who want Ye Qingxuan's life!
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Unexpectedly, after only twenty minutes, a howling flash fell from the sky.
Amidst the roar, the flames rose, transformed into an old man of gloomy birds, and stopped in front of the man.
"White hair, young..."
He looked at the stunned opponent in front of him coldly, and smiled strangely: "It seems that Ye Qingxuan is right. Although it is not justified to bully the small, but someone wants your life, blame it, blame your luck No, meet me!"
The young man raised his brows, seemingly confused.
Boom!
Frightening waves burst from him, and the elements belonging to the scepter slowly rose.
"Although you certainly don't believe it, my friend, you really admitted the wrong person."
The white-haired young man sighed, stretched out his hand, and held down the long sword at his waist: "But since you have written the war, if I am afraid of war, I will definitely be thrown into the molten lake by my grandfather. Repair."
Wearing a sonorous echo from the scabbard of the bell, the scepter was stunned for a moment.
"Although it is uncomfortable to block a knife for the fellow inexplicably, let me tell you my name before the war begins."
"Yuan Jing."
The young man with the hilt in his hand said: "Stunned."
At that moment, Jianming was shocked.
Like a long night, a ghostly bell came from the distant darkness. The bell resounded like footsteps, and if there were none, it was crisp and palpitating.
The Sword of Silence, unsheathed.
The sword "Wearing Bell" from Yuan He, the eldest brother of the long house, was pulled out by Yuan Jing, and it was no longer the meaning of a white crane in the cloud, but with a bitter cold air, killing intent, like a bell rang.
In Yuan He's hand, that thin long sword changed into a faint light, stinging the old man's eyes.
The "Sword of Surprise" evolves, and the music theory extends from it, each with a peerless edge. The space echoed with the old man's scepter, but the ringtone made the elements turbulent.
In front of that sword blade, the scepter is like a moon and flowers in the mirror, becoming ethereal and illusory.
The old man's face changed.
"Wait a minute..."
"It's late."
Yuan Jing held up the long sword expressionlessly and raised his eyebrows to his eyebrows: "I can't grasp the sword of the big brother. A parallel scepter is a mere scepter, and there is no cost of presumptuous in front of it.
——To blame, blame you for bad luck. "
Just now the old man's words came out of his mouth unchanged, and the originally lazy young man faded his smile and became cold as iron.
In the dark eyes, the sword light of the abyss is reflected.
The next moment, the sword chapter of horror, burst into a clear sound.
A ray of sword light came silently, as if it had cut through the long night, cutting open the dark sky, revealing the bright light behind it. The pure killing intent is played from the sword chapter and rises up.
In an instant, the sword light turned, passing through layers of protection, skipping the storm and fire that added to the body, showing weakness and breaking the directional element of the bamboo.
The collision between music theories made sharp noises, like thousands of birds rising into the sky.
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Across a long distance, Ye Qingxuan heard a roar.
He turned his head and looked into the distance, an etheric wave that burned brilliantly like a meteor appeared, and after a shock, it disappeared again.
The breath of the scepter collapsed, and the elements shattered in an instant, and was beaten back to the original. Fall back into the realm of the master.
Even Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
It shouldn’t be...
"Why is there such a water scepter?" he muttered subconsciously.
"The small fruit of the human and the sky, there is a reason for leakage, which is like a shadow, although it is not true."
The hoarse and soft voice sounded from behind Ye Qingxuan, with the feminine charm of Ye Qingxuan, making Ye Qingxuan stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and saw the fuzzy figure standing in the shadow.
And the white jade pipa in her arms.
——Flying Yasha.
In Ye Qingxuan’s eyes, the pale, thin woman seemed to be swallowed by the dark quagmire, if there is a real black animal character, it constantly seeps out from the pipa in her arms, embraces her, and transforms. As part of her.
In the lingering black mist, in a daze, her face seemed to have turned into a muddy face with first-born horns and an ugly face, hideous like a ghost. But the next moment, the ghost disappeared, and only a pretty and feminine thin girl came out of the shadow.
"The eldest daughter of the Liu family, Liu Ran, met Patriarch Ye."
She turned towards Ye Qingxuan, with a full hem, gentle and slow, like a ghostly dance in the middle of the night. Ye Qingxuan had some scalp numb subconsciously, and was frightened by this heavy yin woman.
In spite of this, but the same nine surnames of Longmai, and the other party did not have any malice, Ye Qingxuan still gave enough courtesy. After all, when fellow villagers see fellow villagers, in Guixu, they might be able to support each other a bit.
"What did you mean just now?"
Ye Qingxuan asked.
Although Liu Ran speaks an Eastern language, he can understand and understand the metaphors, but he doesn't understand what she is referring to.
The small fruit of the human sky has a cause of leakage, which is like a shadow, although it is not true.
This is the criticism of the theory of music by oriental musicians: the movement of persistence and form cannot reach the perfect state, and will only fall and finish. Even if there is such a result, it is just like a shadow. Although there is, it cannot gone through testing.
She meant, is that scepter a look?
When Liu Ran heard what he said, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and chuckled, "It seems that Patriarch Ye still doesn't know? The situation in Guixu."
"Want to hear the details."
After hearing about her discovery from Liu Ran, Ye Qingxuan fell silent.
The winner wins, the loser loses all...
Under the witness of the kings...
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his aching forehead: "Is the last wish of the kings to watch their descendants kill each other? Something is wrong..."
"More than that."
Liu Ran's smile is very meaningful. After taking a look at Ye Qingxuan, he said: "My concubine has some guesses about this."
After finishing talking, ~IndoMTL.com~ did not continue to talk down, but put on a posture of waiting for the price, waiting for Ye Qingxuan's inquiry. But Ye Qingxuan didn't ask any more, but fell silent, as if thinking.
After a short silence, Ye Qingxuan raised his head from his thoughts and looked at Liu Ran:
"Supplies?"
Hearing what he said, Liu Ran's eyes were slightly surprised, and immediately sighed helplessly. Talk to smart people, and sometimes you will be guessed at the end by mentioning the beginning. It seems that he underestimated this Ye's Patriarch.
It is indeed a pioneering musician who has created a new school in rumors.
"Yes." She nodded slowly.
As early as hearing Liu Ran's words, Ye Qingxuan understood that the trial in the ruins had a deeper meaning.
Holding the Jiuxiao Ring Pei, an instrument that specializes in ultra-wide-area observation and fine manipulation, coupled with the analytical method, after receiving Liu Ran's hint, Ye Qingxuan can't guess it anymore. That's stupid.
In his feelings, the entire huge and complex city is filled with battles one after another. But at the end of each battle, deep etheric fluctuations will be heard deep in the core of Guixu.
It is slowly changing...
The dead musicians melted into the city, and the chapter of fate naturally merged into the depths of the ruins, turning into the unborn natural disasters.
This is the final link.
The true natural disaster will absorb the music theory gathered in these countless battles and be born. Therefore, the winner who succeeds in this process will get its blessing and become stronger.
In this process, Guixu is gradually being influenced by others.
After integrating the music theory of countless musicians and the chapter of fate of masters, when Guixu was truly present, it was already stamped with the brand of mankind.
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