The golden intention is like a scorching sun, but the murderous intention is like a blue dragon.
Seeing that the scorching sun was about to be swallowed up by the blue dragon, even Bei Wushuang, who was in a different state of mind, could see it at this time.
"Peng Yihui is going to lose!"
"Yeah!" Gu Shuo nodded slightly.
"Aren't you worried about Peng Yihui? He can be considered your friend, right?"
"As long as the vowels are there, everything will be fine!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of a piano. The sound of the piano vibrated for hundreds of miles, it was magnificent and peaceful, and it made people's minds disappear. Then he saw that the blue dragon in the sky was not only stagnant, but even showing signs of dissipating.
Yue Tonghui's wanton laughter could be heard in the distance: "Peng Yihui, it's just that, hahaha... Vowels, you have learned the lesson, and you will pay it back one day!"
The sound faded away instantly. Gu Shuo and Bei Wushuang looked at each other and almost said in unison:
"Amazing!"
This powerful sentence does not refer to the moon shining together, but to the vowel sound. Neither of them has ever seen the sound power used in a fight. This is the first time they saw it, and their hearts were shocked.
Gu Shuo's eyes showed yearning: "The middle part is really desirable!"
Bei Wushuang raised his hand and patted Gu Shuo's shoulder, and walked away, but his back was turned to Gu Shuo, his face full of regret. If Gu Shuo had not been injured, he would have traveled to the central part of the country by now, right?
The sun sets.
In a single courtyard pavilion in the market, Vowel Yin plucked the strings with both hands, plucked twice, paused slightly for a while, and then started plucking again.
Peng Yihui stood in the pavilion, with his back to the vowels: "How much have you understood?"
Yue Yinyin shook her head: "That Yue Tonghui's killing intent is very powerful. Watching the battle between the two of you gave me some insights, but there is still no way to get started.
correct!
So what kind of artistic conception did Gu Shuo comprehend? You have fought against him, you should know that, right? I heard that the sword he used to kill Qing Cangqiong was full of killing intent. Could he also have understood the killing intent? "
"Tsk..." Peng Yihui sneered: "As for these bumpkins in the North, what meaning can they see? How many of them have heard of the artistic conception?
They can see the murderous intention!
Gu Shuo understood the meaning of the cloud. When we first fought against each other, the two of us understood the power. He was able to kill the sky. Zhou Tianbaolu was one aspect, and comprehending the meaning of the cloud should also be another aspect. "
At this point, Peng Yihui frowned again and said, "However, the winner's manager told me back then that the sword strike he used to defeat Yue Tonghui was the consummation of his murderous intent, but I didn't believe it."
Yuan Yinyin frowned slightly and thought for a while before nodding in agreement: "That's right, Gu Shuo is less than thirty years old now, right?"
"Twenty-four, pfft...a twenty-four-year-old grandpa."
The corners of the vowel sound's mouth also turned up, revealing a beautiful arc: "At the age of twenty-four, it is already very impressive to be able to understand a meaning, especially in this place in the North, it should be the limit. In this way , he shouldn’t be able to comprehend the great perfection of murderous intent.”
"Yes!" Peng Yihui nodded and said, "I also asked Manager Ying whether he heard it through hearsay or saw it with his own eyes. What he said was what he heard."
Peng Yiyao spread his hands.
"It's common to hear rumors and spread rumors. It's just that it's difficult for me to understand the murderous intention in this piano."
"Didn't you realize something along the way?"
"It cannot be said that there is no such thing. Although the war in the entire Northland is over now, there is still boundless killing intent in the space. It is difficult to find such a place in the entire Tianxuan Continent now. Only this kind of large-scale clan war can remain like this. A lot of murderous intent. Wandering in this kind of murderous intent, I still have some understanding. I think if you give me a while, there should be no problem in getting started with murderous intent. But I found that the Northland monks don't seem friendly to us. "
"Can we be friendly?" Peng Yihui curled his lips: "To put it bluntly, when the Northland monks were in dire straits, the Tianmeng adopted an attitude of giving up. It was not just giving up the territory of the Northland, but giving up everything in the Northland. The lives of human monks. No matter what the reason is, it is wrong to describe it as standing by and watching. If this kind of thing is done to you and me, will we still be friendly to monks outside the North?
I really don’t know what the people in Tianmeng think. Maybe they are too high up but too timid. "
The two were silent for a while, and Peng Yihui sighed: "It's fine if it's just unfriendly. When the Tianmeng stood by and believed that the Beidi's landless tribe was wiped out, Beidi managed to survive. Not only did he kill Qing Cangqiong, but also The demon clan that was expelled. This made the Northland monks burst with confidence. Not only were they unfriendly to us, but they also looked down on us.
I heard that there have been many collisions between monks from the North and monks from outside like us. Although most of them lost to us, their emotions became more and more intense. I'm afraid it's not unfriendly now, but more or less hostile towards outsiders like us. "
"Oh? So serious?"
"It is said that the Northland monks are uniting some elites and want to fight with outsiders like us. We can't help it now. We have to fight even if we don't want to. Because their words are too unpleasant."
"What words?"
"They say we are a coward against the demon tribe, and we will be the first in the group."
Vowel nodded: "It's a bit unpleasant, but this is also a kind of emotional catharsis for the people of the North. Who let the Tianmeng do something wrong?"
"But regardless of the monks in the southeast and west, we monks in the central part can't tolerate it, right?"
Vowel nodded again, and then said worriedly: "There will be trouble."
Peng Yihui said proudly: "That is what the Northland monks asked for. To put it bluntly, the Northland won this victory with great luck. Without Gu Shuo, the Northland would have been exterminated. The Northland's victory is not theirs. They are strong because of Gu Shuo. But they drifted and swelled. There is nothing wrong with letting them wake up."
Yuan Yinyin thought for a while and his eyes brightened: "This kind of large-scale clan war is the easiest way to understand the murderous intention. It's hard to say that some monks in the North have already understood the murderous intention, but they just didn't show it. If there is a fight, you will find out A monk who understands the intention to kill is an opportunity for me."
Qingyun Sect.
Solitary Smoke Peak.
No one was around.
Gu Shuo sat in a wheelchair, opened his eyes, and looked around. Various spiritual energy particles were floating in the space, and then he saw the milky white particle.
He closed his eyes and separated a ray of liquid spiritual consciousness from the body, but he could only see nine kinds of spiritual energy particles, not the milky white particles.
Withdrawing his consciousness and opening his eyes again, he saw the floating milky white particles again. Those milky white particles are much less compared to the nine kinds of spiritual energy particles.
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