The mixed sound of the piano, mixed with the scattered ink characters, still exerts a good pressure.
The sound of the waves roared, and the color of the ink flow was like the gloomy haze of the sky. Lu Dingmo didn't dare to hold back, so he mobilized all his true energy and made a bold move: "Xuan Tian Gu She·Yang Lu Huang Zhong... vertical ink dots!"
The sound of the piano was round and round, sending out rumbles and earthquakes in the surrounding areas. At the same time, the ink flow fell like a web, and the two moves were mixed, and they tried their best to counter Jiuchongquan's powerful move.
For an unprecedented moment, the split airflow scattered in the air, breaking through sharp lights in the blood mist.
At the same time, the mountain shook. The moves coming from the top of the mountain were so powerful that they even shook the foundation of the huge mountain. The people at the foot of the mountain screamed in surprise, and the ground beneath their feet suddenly revealed bottomless ravines.
The stone fell down, and Jiuche Xiaoying at the foot of the mountain and the Confucian scholar at Qingya behind the mountain were in chaos at the same time.
However, on the hilltop that has been flattened, the final outcome has not yet been determined.
The two of them applied pressure again, and the continuous energy was like a countercurrent surge, making a loud explosion-like sound in the center.
"Come again!" Jiuchongquan roared.
Suddenly, another wave of blood flew out to make up for the strength of the move.
The majestic power is like a giant palm pushing forward. Even if the Ludingmo movement has its own limit, it is still inferior.
He felt that his breath was difficult to circulate, and within a short distance, a powerful vortex rose out of thin air. Along with the unbalanced power of the move, it collapsed, forming an unprecedented turbulence.
Lu Dingmo and the soil under his feet were instantly rolled up together. As the vortex relaxed, it was thrown high from the air.
"Crack!" There was a sound of branches breaking, and Lu Dingmo fell on his back into the woods behind the mountain gate.
Jiuchongquan stood there, waiting for the strong wind pressure to dissipate. When he saw Lu Dingmo fall into the forest far away, he sneered coldly, raised his halberd and walked towards that direction.
In the courtyard of the mountain gate, a huge hole drilled deep into the rock was left empty.
In the forest, Lu Dingmo's clothes were torn on his back and there were many scars on his body.
Fortunately, there was a buffer from the woods, otherwise his spine would probably be broken if he fell. Fortunately, it was just a superficial injury and he couldn't give up just yet.
Reluctantly getting up, he grabbed the harp and "Nioh Chronicle" scattered around him. The piano was dirty and the book was broken, and he couldn't help but feel regretful.
However, the murderous intention coming towards him left him no time to regret.
Before even taking a breath, Lu Dingmo heard the soul-stirring sound of the halberd. Turning around and looking back, he saw Jiuchongquan was chasing after him again like the King of Hell, who was killing him!
In the deciduous forest with an oblique angle of view, a figure holding a halberd is burning with blazing red flames. The yellow leaves were burned out in an instant, and the embers were flying in the air with the roaring forest wind.
"You..." Lu Dingmo's throat tightened, and he felt even more hopeless.
Jiuchongquan looked down at the ground, and his voice seemed to come out from his teeth: "You, it's over here."
However, at the same time that Jiuchongquan said this, the wind blowing through the forest became stronger. The fallen leaves flying over pave the way, filling the eyes with gorgeous autumn colors, like the sound of magpies everywhere.
The wind went against the path of Jiuchongquan, slowing down his pace.
The wind in the forest was endless, like a long song, which gradually surprised Jiuchongquan and Ludingmo.
——Such a scene is not a simple forest breeze.
"With such a sound, it would be a pity if it died in your hands."
A jade-like string wave suddenly made a high-pitched sound on the top of the forest. Suddenly the forest was like crazy, the branches were dancing horizontally, and the muddy dead leaves were peeling off the soil again, and they rose gracefully accompanied by the exquisite music.
"This is..." Lu Dingmo suddenly thought of a figure in his mind, and his eyes widened unconsciously.
Jiuchongquan noticed that the situation was different, and the move he was about to make was temporarily held in his palm. He wanted to see what kind of reinforcements he was pretending to be. Once he shows up, this move will open the door to life and death for him.
"The jade qin is tuned on the river, and one string clears the heart. The seven strings are cold and cool, and the ten thousand trees are pure and dark. ..."
"...The moon in the river is white in autumn, and the river flows into the deep pool. It is a phoenix tree branch, and it symbolizes gold overnight."
The sound of Qingyue poetry is accompanied by a bright plucked string sound, which is like a cleansing of the ancient air. As soon as the leaves of autumn hair meet, they all turn into a touch of spirit on the piano emblem, and bursts of clear and beautiful piano music hit the ears, and thousands of sounds harmonize one after another in an instant.
"It's you..." Lu Dingmo was startled, "Mr. Su Jiuqin..."
When hearing these three words flash out from Lu Dingmo's mouth, even Jiuchongquan couldn't help but feel excited.
Yu Zhen Jiang Chao and Su Jiu Qin were once famous in the three worlds. He is a man who has reached the pinnacle of music theory, uses the piano as a weapon, and has become a legend in the past.
But later, he retreated from the world and disappeared in the world. Later, it was only rumored that they had heard music similar to his in the autumn scenery of Shengpingtian, but it was difficult to tell whether it was true or not.
"I didn't expect..." Jiuchongquan sighed, as if fire was about to spurt out of his nose.
Su Jiuqin weighed the instrument and dropped it. The clear body of the piano is simple yet elegant, and its bright outline is like a bright star mark. The full sleeves are flowing in the breeze, showing off the elegant look of the visitor.
The Minglong Nine Emblem was his most dazzling weapon in the past, and it was also his favorite musical instrument.
Today, Ruixian opens again, a pair of devils who buck the trend.
With a clanging sound, the cyclone was about to fall, and the wind waves that could be seen everywhere swept through the autumn leaves in the forest. There seemed to be glimmering water scattered, accompanied by a high-pitched piano sound, which was enough to declare one's position.
"Are you okay?" He leaned in front of Lu Dingmo and asked in a low voice.
Lu Dingmo adjusted his breath a little, and his condition improved slightly. He shook his head: "No problem. This person is difficult to deal with, so we might as well attack from both sides."
"Yeah, that's fine." Su Jiuqin twirled the body, and the dragon shapes on the two corners seemed to be coiled and flying, emitting a dazzling light, "Let him hear the golden sound of Gushe's legacy."
Lu Dingmo nodded. Su Jiuqin said no more. In order to give Lu Dingmo time to recover, he immediately opened the long string and flying silk and faced the arrogant enemy in front of him alone.
The leaves were scattered under his feet, and the sound of Su Jiu's zither vibrated, and he immediately rose up, fluttering and hovering beside him, and his momentum was evident.
"Play a funeral song for yourself in advance!" Jiuchongquan shouted angrily, and the halberd flew up, with more than ten blood-red energy swaying out, like a life-threatening sharp blade.
"How ridiculous!" Su Jiuqin also did not fall behind. He opened the string light in an orderly manner with his ten fingers, and the sound immediately dispersed. Then he shuttled back and forth in the forest, and at the same time he pushed towards Jiuchongquan's move!
The blood-red sharp energy of the blade intersects with the ripple-like sound waves, producing a refreshing sound that penetrates the mind like broken jade. Su Jiuqin turned his hands over, and just as the last burst of blood came, a deep sound shook out, instantly dissipating the blood.
After this move, Su Jiuqin already understood the depth of this person. Immediately he kicked the drooping body of the piano, and the wide Yao Qin spun up in mid-air.
Taking a step back, Su Jiuqin was extremely sensitive. He clapped his hands on the flying piano at the same time and twisted the two jade strings.
