Excellent music has a strong appeal.
Inspirational music can make people cheerful and positive; sad music can also make the listener feel depressed and sad.
There is even a legend that the murderous music Black Sunday can make listeners despair to the point of committing suicide.
This is still music in the ordinary world, but in the world of martial arts, with the blessing of inner strength, music has real power.
Unlike the lion's roar technique, which uses internal force to shock and hurt people, the sound of Shi Qingxuan's flute is almost Taoist. It incorporates emotions into the music, thus resonates with people, and in turn affects the emotions of the listener.
This may not sound as lethal as the Lion's Roar Kung Fu, but in fact, this kind of martial arts that directly affects people's thinking and emotions is more terrifying.
Especially for Zhao Mingyuan, even if he is killed, he can still be resurrected in other worlds. But if he was brainwashed, then life would really be worse than death.
Zhao Mingyuan knew this weakness of his, so he was naturally more prepared and tried to make up for it. Zhao Mingyuan had studied spiritual methods in many ways before, just for this reason.
But now, Shi Qingxuan was influencing Zhao Mingyuan's emotions and interfering with his judgment, which naturally made Zhao Mingyuan furious.
Shi Qingxuan may have noticed Zhao Mingyuan's hidden murderous intention towards Ba Fenghan because he resonated with his music.
Maybe she just didn't want to see anyone die at Wang Tong's birthday party, or maybe it was because Shi Qingxuan loved life.
In short, Shi Qingxuan may not have any malicious intentions, but just wants to eliminate fights, reduce casualties, and bring peace.
But this is not the reason why Shi Qingxuan can take action against herself.
Although Shi Qingxuan treats everyone equally, there is no difference. Not only Zhao Mingyuan was affected by this, but Ba Fenghan on the opposite side was also affected by this.
However, between the two of them, Zhao Mingyuan was strong while Ba Fenghan was weak. Ba Fenghan even just wanted to live, and did not dare to expect to kill Zhao Mingyuan, so there was almost no killing intention when he made his moves, he was just trying to survive.
Therefore, although it seems that Shi Qingxuan treats everyone equally. But obviously, this greatly helped Ba Fenghan, and to a certain extent, he stood on the opposite side of Zhao Mingyuan.
Realizing what Shi Qingxuan had done, Zhao Mingyuan immediately held his breath and concentrated, trying to block the sound of the flute from his mind.
However, after trying it, Zhao Mingyuan discovered that Shi Qingxuan's flute skills were far beyond his imagination.
Although everyone used the sound of nature to describe Shi Qingxuan's flute sound, only now did he discover that her flute sound was actually in harmony with heaven and earth.
Zhao Mingyuan's state was the highest among those present. He was in the state of harmony between man and nature almost all the time. He was in perfect harmony with heaven and earth. On the contrary, he was even more easily affected by the sound of the flute.
Zhao Mingyuan also understands music and has studied music techniques, although he studies the lion's roar technique.
But he didn't expect that Shi Qingxuan's flute sound was so brilliant.
If Shi Qingxuan's musical realm were transformed into martial arts, it would probably be close to a grand master level cultivation realm, which is really incredible.
Zhao Mingyuan's biggest enemy in this battle is no longer Ba Fenghan on the opposite side, but Shi Qingxuan who is playing.
Ba Fenghan was knocked back three steps by Zhao Mingyuan's sword and was obviously at a disadvantage. However, he seemed to quickly muster up the courage under the sound of the flute and attack Zhao Mingyuan.
Although there is no murderous intent in Ba Fenghan's sword, it is full of fighting spirit. Instead, it is blessed by the sound of the flute. It seems to be more in tune with the world and the realm of martial arts has taken a step further.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Mingyuan became even more angry.
Shi Qingxuan, you not only debuff me, but also buff the opponent. You have good control. You are really using me as a boss.
Suddenly, Zhao Mingyuan was filled with anger and murderous intent. The realm of the Grand Master flashed away, and his sword turned into a meteor, attacking Ba Fenghan.
This sword's murderous frost, carrying Zhao Mingyuan's tenth level of cultivation, was killing Ba Fenghan.
Although Zhao Mingyuan tried to hide it even when he was extremely angry, no one could sense Zhao Mingyuan's grand master-level cultivation.
But the masters in the field naturally discovered the extraordinary power of this sword.
And Shi Qingxuan could no longer control Zhao Mingyuan's rhythm when Zhao Mingyuan thrust out his sword.
There was even a slight pause in the flute sound, which gave the harmonious music a slight flaw. Although most people can't hear it, Zhao Mingyuan also knows the rhythm very well, and naturally understands it very clearly.
But at this time, the most desperate person was naturally Ba Fenghan.
Zhao Mingyuan's sword came out immediately. Although it was not visible to the outside, everyone could see that his sword was extremely fast, extremely strong, and extremely powerful. Although it had a murderous intent, they could not tell the reality of it.
But facing this move, Ba Fenghan felt as if he was in a world of ice and snow. The murderous intent had already enveloped him, making him feel as if he was the only one left in the world to face this murderous world and avoid it. There is no way to avoid it, no way to escape, we can only close our eyes and wait for death.
Ba Fenghan grew up in the grassland. He has been among horse thieves since he was a child. He lives a life of licking blood every day and has encountered countless life crises.
But when he saw this sword, he already knew that this was the biggest crisis he had ever encountered in his life. If you can't catch it, everything will stop.
Immediately, Ba Fenghan tried his best, using secret techniques and using the twelfth level of skills, just to catch Zhao Mingyuan's sword without thinking about the next move.
Just because he understood that if he couldn't take this move, there would be no next move at all.
Ba Fenghan's steps were erratic, his sword was like a wild dragon, and his sword was like a star. Following a mysterious and mysterious path, he faced Zhao Mingyuan's sword.
Because he knew that Zhao Mingyuan's sword had already firmly locked onto him. Once fear arises in his heart, he turns around and runs away. If one thing goes down and the other goes up, Zhao Mingyuan's momentum will inevitably skyrocket. As long as he follows the trend, he will have no way to escape or avoid. He will only be hunted down while taking advantage of his victory, and will die without a burial place.
The people watching the battle only saw Zhao Mingyuan's sword coming out with one strike. The sword's intention was hidden and his momentum was not obvious. But Ba Fenghan's swords became more powerful, as if he was going to kill Zhao Mingyuan on the spot.
Everyone couldn't help but stare at the fight between the two, wondering who would win and who would lose, who would live and who would die.
The sound of the flute heard in my ears suddenly changed, from the light of swords and shadows to that of chivalrous people, as if it was expressing comfort, as if it was saying: "The world is so beautiful, why are everyone fighting?"
What you see with your eyes and what you hear with your ears seem to be two extremes, but they blend together harmoniously. People can't help but marvel at the superb flute skills of Shi Qingxuan.
And Zhao Mingyuan understood even more that Shi Qingxuan was playing the comfort in the flute music to him.
Although Zhao Mingyuan's murderous intent had been vented with the thrust of the sword, the spiritual platform became much clearer. However, Zhao Mingyuan had no intention of taking back the sword.
"Click" "Click", the sound of the sword breaking sounded continuously. Ba Fenghan tried to use the sword to stop Zhao Mingyuan's sword, but the sword broke and broke, unable to stop him at all.
How could it be that Ba Fenghan could turn the situation around with just a casual burst of cultivation when he was crushed by a grandmaster-level cultivation?
However, Ba Fenghan's desperate efforts were not without any effect.
Each sword was thrown out with all his strength. Although all of them were cut off by Zhao Mingyuan's sword, Zhao Mingyuan's sword was blocked, making Zhao Mingyuan's sword slow down a lot, buying Ba Fenghan some time. .
Ba Fenghan felt happy. Life and death often depended on this moment.
Ba Fenghan reacted quickly, opened his mouth and spat out a bloody sword, shooting towards Zhao Mingyuan, and then retreated violently, eager to avoid Zhao Mingyuan's sword.
It turned out that Ba Fenghan had already suffered internal injuries when his sword crossed with Zhao Mingyuan's sword. So he turned the blood congestion into a blood sword and sprayed it out, hoping to stop Zhao Mingyuan's advance.
Now the outcome has been decided.
Although Ba Fenghan was defeated, as long as he survived, it was already a victory in his heart.
Ba Fenghan knew that people from the Central Plains always cared about face, so he would probably not pursue him again. As long as you keep your life, practice hard, and when you become stronger, you can find your place again.
In Ba Fenghan's view, the people of the Central Plains are all stupid, and they rarely kill them all. Most of them just stop there.
It was only through this that he was able to survive challenges one after another and continue to grow stronger.
But this time in full public view, Zhao Mingyuan was more likely to care about his demeanor and spare his life.
Ba Fenghan was already thinking in his mind that as long as he could escape with his life, he would practice martial arts hard in seclusion, and when he became stronger, he would find the scene to brutally kill Zhao Mingyuan.
Thinking like this, Ba Fenghan suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a red line appearing in the sky.
No, that's not a red line.
That's blood! It's your own blood!
One end of the blood line was connected to Zhao Mingyuan's sword tip, and the other end was connected to his own chest.
Only then did Ba Fenghan realize that he had been hit by the sword at some point.
Now that I think about it, that was probably when all the swords were broken.
It's just that Zhao Mingyuan's sword was too fast, and Ba Fenghan didn't notice it at all.
It wasn't until Ba Fenghan used all his strength to retreat backward that such violent movement caused the wound to open and blood to spurt out, forming a blood line in the air.
Ba Fenghan felt that all the strength in his body was being pulled out along with the blood line.
He was still flying backwards in the air, but all his feelings were passing away one by one. Only the sound of the flute could be heard in his ears, and he was sobbing and complaining, as if he was seeing him off.
Through the sound of the flute, Ba Fenghan seemed to see a blurry face.
Although it was vague, he knew clearly that it was his first love, the woman with whom he had a love-hate relationship, Badel.
Thinking of Badel, Ba Fenghan mustered up his last bit of strength, as if he wanted to see her clearly.
But he heard a dull "pop" sound, which was the sound of him falling to the ground. Then his vision went dark and he lost all consciousness.
The sound of the flute also became deeper, as if lamenting the passing of life, and seeming to be giving advice, telling people to cherish life and stay away from fights.
(End of chapter)
