Silent Crown Chapter 798: True style

I didn't sleep well this night.

The sky is just getting light.

Ye Qingxuan sat on the chair at the door, watching the people coming and going in the barracks, thinking about what to do next.

In the chaotic East, the civil war in Aurora is in full swing. Ye Qingxuan refused the celebration banquet last night. He ate dinner alone at the residence, and also refused the invitation from the patrons of all parties.

He doesn't want to have too much to do with this.

Especially with Bai Heng.

Unfortunately, often things may not be what he wants.

"The three sons of the Changsun family, and the Changsun Jingming, have met Patriarch Ye."

The blue-eyed young man stood in front of Ye Qingxuan, blocking the light.

Ye Qingxuan looked up and looked at him:

"What's the matter?"

The eldest grandson Jingming smiled, politely and politely, "I'm not talented, dare to ask Patriarch Ye for advice."

"No, piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, nothing, poetry, ritual and music, nothing is fine." Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, "unless you ask me about mechanical engineering and the history of musicians in the Dark Ages, or go find someone else."

Changsun Jingming did not give up, but still maintained the posture of swaying, "I heard that Patriarch Ye is famous in the West, controls the current situation, is called the hand of God, and is also the chief judge and the crown of the king of yellow, I don’t know. Jingming can be honored by this, and the head of the family will give guidance on music theory?"

"Forget it, I can't teach you anything, really."

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, "Besides the weather is so bad today, it seems to be raining, and it's still early in the morning... Fighting and killing, it's not good."

The Changsun Jingming raised his head, frowned, and sighed softly for some reason.

"No matter what, don't you want to enlighten me?"

"Hmm."

Changsun Jingming's expression turned cold, "Are you scared?"

"Yeah." Ye Qingxuan yawned, listlessly: "As you can see, I am such a deceiver, and now I have my original form, why bother to fight?"

Long Sun Jingming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the expression in his eyes became refusing.

"Excuse me for being contemptuous."

At that moment, his palm was lifted, and since Hu Qinjing Zhongyue's phantom appeared behind him, thunderbolt was brewing in the interference of nature, the meaning of heaven reappeared, and the sound of killing was rising into the sky.

In an instant, thin frost appeared on the muddy ground. The rain that had just fallen last night was frozen in the soil and condensed into fine and slender ice crystals, interlacing each other and spreading in all directions.

After that, it stopped abruptly.

The instrument of inheritance, Jing Zhongyue's projection disappeared, and of course the music theory disappeared and disappeared without a trace. The Tribulation of Heaven has not had time to emerge, it has dissipated in the bud.

The frozen ice crystals melt and the morning dew evaporates.

"It's okay."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and grasped his stiff hand in mid-air, with a friendly expression: "I forgive you."

Long Sun Jingming's face twitched slightly, and he felt the bone-chill in his lungs. He didn't dare to make any more movements. After a long time, he finally calmed down, staggered back two steps, and arched his hands with a wry smile.

"The light of fireflies is harder to compare with Haoyue."

Ye Qingxuan ignored him, just looked at the girl who was waiting not far away: "Where are you? Are you coming too?"

"No need."

Liu Ran, who once had a relationship in Guixu, leaned slightly, "I don't have the courage to take the initiative with the Ye Family."

"If it's okay, then go away."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved to the young people not far away: "What should I do, ignore me, I will come here and see, don't buy anything, why is it so enthusiastic?"

Several young people looked at each other with a wry smile.

Last night, I was thinking about this battle for a long time. Although I had already expected a huge disparity in the outcome, I didn't expect that even Ye Qingxuan would not be able to do it.

I thought there was a tool for inheritance, how can the heroes of the world have two tricks.

As a result, as soon as he went up, he was defeated before the weapon was turned on.

The defeat was inexplicable

Suddenly everyone present felt a strong sense of frustration.

In the crowd, someone was silent for a moment and came forward with a sword.

"Yuan's eldest son, Yuan He."

He nodded to Ye Qingxuan and squeezed the hilt of the sword, "I would like to ask Patriarch Ye for advice."

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, let you three tricks...Forcing me to take a step, you will win."

Yuan He's expression changed, he immediately suppressed his anger, his eyes grew colder, "Then let it go."

He drew his sword, but the hilt was held by a palm and could not be taken out.

The palm of his hand was as solid as a rock, and his blade was firmly pressed into the scabbard.

He turned his head in astonishment and saw his grandfather.

Yuan Changqing.

"If you recognize the gap, you should admit it obediently, and don't entangle yourself like Poppy."

Yuan Changqing released his palm, Yuan He bowed his head, not ashamed, and respectfully accepted the reprimand from his grandfather.

"It's all gone."

Yuan Changqing waved, everyone backed away a few steps, but did not disperse as he said, but gathered in the distance, watching curiously.

Looking at Ye Qingxuan at the door and the old man in front of him.

"Don't bully the kids, Ye Qingxuan."

Yuan Changqing's white hair was randomly tied behind his head, raised his hand, and rolled up the sleeve of the robe, revealing the blue-black skin and scars on his forearm.

Looking at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes look forward to:

"Come with me."

"What do I mean to bully children? It's obviously a group of children who are bullying me?" Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and shook his head, "Besides, father, you are so high in generation, is it okay to bully the small?"

"I dare not be your predecessor." Yuan Changqing **** his sleeves, pressed his rough palm on the rope of the saber hilt, and narrowed his eyes: "Your horror is better than you. Father."

Ye Qingxuan is indifferent, "If you don't mention him, I might be happier, maybe I might agree to you."

"Then let me take a look, what is the difference between you, the rebellious son who burned all his ancestors?"

Yuan Changqing grinned, not like an old man kindly, but like a beast of cannibalism, full of ferociousness: "The ugly words are in front. If you can't avoid it, you will really die--"

Crash!

The grief of the golden and iron cross-ming suddenly burst out, a ray of bright light suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Changqing, converging into a ray of iron light, like a bird, it was only a cut, but it turned thousands of times, the sharpness of steel and The tenderness of silk is between that line, promoted and fallen from the high-level dimension.

Until the sword is cut out, everyone sees the simple and illusory long sword in the old man’s hand. It seems that in the empty void, countless strands of music theory converge to outline the sword of killing and killing. Chunjun's form was revealed from the material world, but it was so erratic and transparent.

Only in the light and shadow can we faintly see the terrible edge.

And now, countless music theories extend from the sword spine and sink into the void, locking Ye Qingxuan like a chain.

Ye Qingxuan has taken a step back.

In the sound of the collapse of the house, countless dust was lifted up, and the fierce might in the image of swordsmanship was frightened, not daring to rise up, and tamely crawling on the ground.

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the outline of the sword of the New Testament has emerged.

On the concise and ancient sword spine, a white scratch appeared on it, exactly the trace left by Yuan Changqing's sword just now. The scratches slowly closed, and the strong killing intent remaining in the scratches could not be eliminated, floating in the air, causing cracks after the frozen and melted ground to appear.

The ten steps between the two, nineteen sword marks criss-cross.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, looked at the sword marks under his feet, and sighed softly.

Just like what Yuan Changqing said.

If you can't avoid it, you will really die.

"Old guy, are you really moving? It's really troublesome."

He rubbed his swollen eyebrows impatiently. In an instant, the illusion spread from his feet, and then, with the fulcrum of the new contract, endless seas emerged from his feet, not just the chapter of seas, counts Many illusions and secrets from archipelago musicians for a hundred years have emerged here, out of thin air structure, layer by layer in which Yuan Changqing has been shrouded.

At the fingertips, the matter is bent, and the boundary between illusion and reality is blurred. In the way of orthodox musicians, he sticks to the location and limits Yuan Changqing to illusion.

Immediately afterwards, countless music theories unfolded from it, layered on top of each other, entangled with Yuan Changqing’s sword insignia, like the waves of the tide, pushing or pulling, from one battle to thousands of battles, from the overall situation to In the details, an attack was launched against Yuan Changqing from countless places in an instant.

This is the real killer move.

He was unwilling to smash Yuan’s killing sword head-on, but dragged this troublesome old man into his best music theory battle, fighting in countless details, pulling the whole body together, letting He felt the feeling of being caught in a snare.

Just soon, his face changed.

At this moment, in thousands of disputes, it seems that there are hundreds of skilled swordsmen dealing with Ye Qingxuan's attack, and thousands of different sword intents and sword chapters have emerged from the sword of Chunjun.

After dividing and transforming the sword intent that was condensed to the extreme, I didn't expect that the enemies would have changed from one to thousands, each of which was decidedly different from the others, but they were all equally difficult and terrifying.

The sound of the broken glass sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the illusion of the endless abyss shattered.

Under the weight of 10,000 tons, Yuan Changqing walked out unscathed and looked at Ye Qingxuan, who had suffered a dark loss, with a smile and mockery.

"You don't think that the Yuans are all reckless men who can only draw swords, do you?"

He tilted his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan~IndoMTL.com~ In fact, whether it is swordsmanship, music or music theory attack... As long as it is something that can kill, we will do it.

So, when will you play this sissy trick? "

Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly became unhappy.

This old man is really cheap and troublesome, and his mouth is poisonous, and his words are more uglier than the other, but the handle under his hand is too solid, and he even uses the sword intent to cope with the attack on music theory, but it makes Ye Qingxuan almost a ditch. Capsize.

If it were not for him to counterattack unintentionally, but to just break Ye Qingxuan's illusion, Ye Qingxuan would probably be more troublesome.

Now, Ye Qingxuan is finally angered.

"Okay."

Ye Qingxuan raised the sword of the New Testament and smiled at Yuan Changqing: "If you want to see the truth, let the predecessors have a good cheer!"

At that moment, a mighty melody sounded.

From the blade of the sword of the New Testament, countless stars shone, bursting with dazzling light, slowly emerging from behind Ye Qingxuan, layers of murderous intent locked Yuan Changqing.

——From the new world.

After being isolated by the Great Wall, Ye Qingxuan could not borrow the massive storage in the ethernet network. All that was left here was prepared by Ye Qingxuan for the movement in advance.

Anyway, the load of the sword of the New Testament can't be used up at all, and the movement can be kept for six hours. Just in case, Ye Qingxuan stuffed the movement into the sword blade when he was free, without worrying about waste.

Now, it's Yuan Changqing's turn to enjoy it.

"Yes, that's right."

Yuan Changqing laughed and cheered in response to the hundreds of fiery rays of light: "That's what it should be!"

Chunjun rises and turns into a vast sun, the sword chapter as strong as the sun rises from his body, and cuts down toward the endless stars!

The bright light pierced everyone's eyes.