The Legend of Futian Chapter 274: War of Music
At this moment, Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly, his face was handsome, his temperament was aloof, his slender fingers were beating on the strings, and his playing was not affected by the terrible scene in the air.
At this time, he was serious and focused. Tai Shan Beng did not change his color in front of him, just quietly playing his piano.
At this moment, the people seemed to be substituted into a wonderful mood, faintly feeling compassion towards Ye Futian, as if worried that he would be swallowed up in that torrent and turned into nothingness and reduced to dust.
Above Ye Futian's head, the vision became more and more terrifying, and the array that swallowed endless spiritual energy was like a wild beast, capable of killing everything.
Finally, Qianshanmu's fingers drew across the string, a terrifying mental will engulfed the storm above Ye Futian's head, dark clouds pressed the city, and the sky was dim, like a demon king descended from the world, thunder roars, and violent winds. Roaring, then headed towards Ye Futian below.
Countless people are tense, staring at the scene in front of them. This scene is too terrifying, is it really something that people of Dharma can contend?
Even the Tianjiao figures in the lower ranks cannot withstand this level of attack.
The storm that destroys everything is coming, Xuanwangdian Luo Junlin's eyes are extremely cold, his fists are clenched, he can't wait for Ye Futian to destroy and die directly in this storm, only in this way, the danger of the South Douguo can be solved, otherwise, sooner or later, one day , Ye Futian will liquidate.
On the other side of the academy, Tang Ye, Su Muge and others had no sympathy when seeing this scene. If Ye Futian was really killed like this, it would only be stupid to die by himself.
Just when the storm fell over Ye Futian's body, at this moment, around Ye Futian's body, the invisible sound wave that had been permeating suddenly made a sharp sound, and an invisible mental storm was in It blew up around his body, and whenever a spell came, it would be directly cut and cut, and then turned into scattered spiritual energy, which was engulfed by the storm to flow around Ye Futian's body.
So, under the gaze of the people, they saw an extremely shocking scene. The destructive power like apocalypse came, but they were constantly cut by mental storms. When they played the piano, they seemed to have no idea. Unknowingly, a terrifying mental defense force was placed around his body, capable of destroying all magical attacks from attacks.
Spells are activated by mental power. Even if the magic circle is carved out to release spells, they are still released by mental power. The strong who are good at mental power attacks can also destroy spells with mental attacks.
The sound of the piano is getting worse, and the magic circle above Ye Futian's head madly releases magic attacks, but Ye Futian's fingers plucking the strings are getting faster and faster, like clouds and flowing water, playing a magnificent movement.
No matter how violent the storm or the tide you are, I won't move. No force is enough to shake him.
At this time, above the handsome figure, the power of a prince was faintly revealed.
"A strong defense method." Everyone stared at the front. Although they took advantage of the power of the princely magical instruments, it can be seen that Ye Futian must be extremely proficient in rhythm. What he said is not understanding rhythm, purely for Taunt Qianshanmu.
Qian Shanmu also has a wave of waves in his heart at this moment. Ye Futian plays the piano, nothing special. However, he first built a defense. As a piano master, Ye Futian knows the methods of rhythm attack. Direct mental attack, this kind of attack is extremely threatening, and Su Muge was vulnerable to this kind of attack before.
But Ye Futian, the first defense is mental power, as if there is a Panlong guarding in his mind, it is difficult to invade.
The second type of attack is naturally to provoke a spell attack by sound. Ye Futian also arranged his defenses, converging into an invisible storm with mental power, cutting off all the spells close to his body, so that the spells could not approach him. .
Ye Futian not only understands rhythm, but also has a deep understanding of rhythm.
Qianshanmu now has to admit this.
Of course, knowing that is the same thing. Ye Futian can defend against his melody attack. This is Ye Futian's ability. Even with the help of magic weapons, it is still difficult to conceal his accomplishments in piano sound.
The spell cast by the magic circle couldn't break Ye Futian's defense, Qian Shanmu understood that it was almost impossible to use the rhythm to induce the spell to defeat him.
Then, there is only one method left, and it is also the basis to truly measure how strong a person is in musical attainments, using musical rhythms to transform them into moods to influence, control, or kill by will.
In the Qin Palace, Ye Futian did this to Gu Ming, making Gu Ming surrender. Under the control of his piano, Gu Ming couldn't resist the artistic conception and actually knelt on the ground.
Qian Shanmu's musical attainments are undoubtedly undoubted. His fingers changed and he plucked the chords. Unconsciously, his voice gradually changed.
Along with Qianshanmu's playing, he seemed to have a little more sacred meaning, shining brightly, and even a wonderful picture was born in many people's minds, Qianshanmu's body, faintly blooming Brilliant light.
After that, phantoms appeared one after another, all of Qianshanmu's figure appeared in that picture.
"Sacred Music."
There are not many people who have seen this song, but Hua Qingqing is obviously one of them. The sound of this song is an attacking song with a strong artistic conception.
Qian Shanmu actually played this song during a temperament contest with Ye Futian.
In Hua Qingqing’s consciousness, a picture was also presented, Qianshan twilight shining like a saint, his mouth sounds like a saint’s words, and a wave of his palm is like a saint’s meaning. Suddenly, a howling sword and a collapsed beast appeared, heading 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 incarnate as a saint, the light enveloped him, the saint’s words turned into sharp swords, and killed him, the saint’s meaning turned into a real dragon, a phoenix, and a unicorn. At this moment, he seemed incomparable Small and may collapse at any time.
At this moment, countless lives have misunderstood. Ye Futian is like a weak scholar. How can he contend with the saint?
A word can condemn him, and a thought can kill him.
But the weak scholar is still playing quietly, facing this violent storm, always quietly composing music, playing his own movement.
Under the sound of his piano, the sharp sword dissipated, and the monster beasts that had been attacked were destroyed. No matter how aggressive you are, I still remain motionless.
From his body, from the sound of Ye Futian's piano, everyone seemed to see a kind of vigor.
Gradually, Ye Futian's piano sound seemed to become a bit more high-pitched, but it was still stable, a little bit of improvement, destroying the rhythmic attack on him, and at the same time, keeping his heart and will not waver.
With the sound of his piano penetrating the void, everyone faintly felt that the weak scholar seemed to be growing, growing up in the storm, bookish, and beating Fang Qiu.
The prince's will is permeated, and Ye Futian's temperament is becoming more and more outstanding, as if he has changed unconsciously, but he is always so firm.
An indomitable spirit gradually emerged from him. The weak scholar seemed to grow up under the baptism of the storm, and finally stood in the center of the stage, challenging the aloof figure.
Some powerful characters are not completely affected by the artistic conception of the piano sound, but are still thinking. From the Ye Futian piano sound, they seem to have experienced the baptism and growth of life, and the piano sound is like a process, a process of growth. , This feeling is extremely wonderful, yet so natural.
The sound of the piano is still becoming high-pitched and intense, until it wants to pierce the sky.
In the minds of the crowd, it seemed to see the growth of a young man, a prince, and then an emperor, surmounted by thorns and thorns, without fear of any obstacles, in chaos, my palms are in the sky.
At this moment, the young man who played is no longer like a weak scholar. His back is straight, his body is like a dragon, and the sound of the piano sounds like a dragon's roar. The emperor's will spurt out and dominate the world.
The mental power that attacked Ye Futian was constantly destroyed and broken, and the sound of the piano that became high-pitched was like an emperor’s iron horse. In that illusory picture, Qianshanmu and Ye Futian were facing each other, like a saint and an emperor. Confrontation.
What is rhythm? The real rhythm is to conform to the artistic conception and completely substitute people into the world of rhythm.
Qian Shanmu said that he didn't understand the rhythm of music, and if it was in terms of the methods of killing and variability, he was not as good as Qian Shanmu.
However, over the past year, he has a deeper understanding of rhythm. In terms of artistic conception, he is confident that he can be invincible~IndoMTL.com~The sound of the fusion of chaotic rivers and mountains and the world is innate with him. How would it fail? He inspired the Emperor Jue to blend into the sound of the piano, making the artistic conception invisibly stronger, and people would only think that this was the artistic conception brought by the piano sound itself, and would not think that it was the effect of the exercise technique.
In the image of nothingness, there seemed to be two huge figures, trying to make the sky crawl under their feet.
The will of the two figures keeps getting stronger, but the figure of the saint has been like this from the beginning, while the figure of the emperor seems to continue to grow until it can finally break through the sky and take control of the country.
The vast space is solidified. At this time, everyone can feel the artistic conception contained in the rhythm, and can feel the confrontation.
Ye Futian, actually purely used music to compete against Qianshanmu.
The figure is infinitely tall and straight at this 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 body of the saint collapsed, and then Qian Shanmu felt the pressure of an irresistible will come.
"Clang..."
Guther made a harsh sound, and countless eyes froze there.
The string is broken.
Qian Shanmu's hands froze there, and with a muffled groan, Qian Shanmu spit out a mouthful of blood, staining Guser red.
The first person in the young generation of music in the ancient world lost to Ye Futian, a disciple of thatched cottage, in a pure battle of music.
At this moment, Qianshanmu heard what he had said to Ye Futian in the Palace of the King of Qin. You don't understand the rhythm at all.
He doesn't understand rhythm, who understands?
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