The sound of Qin Hanshou's piano aroused the endless resonance of the other old men.

They all had an inexplicable sense of sadness and indignation. Listening to the sound of the piano, they were sighing with the immortal heart outside, what a noble, elegant and clean heart, but a Taoist heart, but it must be broken by others. Going, someone is in the red dust, so stupid, that's all, but these people can't see themselves in a corner, but also to destroy their state of mind, ripped into the red dust to roll.

These people just want to be quiet, why do these people refuse to let themselves go?

Not only Huawai Seven Friends, but also Mr. Tianji.

Sui Hansuo loves to play the piano and play rhythm the most. His piano skills are unparalleled in the world. More importantly, he cultivates to the highest level, which is almost like a god. Now when he is playing the piano, he has also injected his understanding of the world of heaven and earth into the piano. Here, the sound rhythm flew between heaven and earth.

Under the sound of the piano, which is endless and in harmony with the laws of heaven and earth, no one can resist the artistic conception in his piano sound. Mr. Tianji cannot even, he is even in the sound of the piano, feeling the mood of the seven friends outside, I also felt their disappointment and grief over themselves, and I began to feel a bit ashamed. I felt like I was red and dusty, and stained the snow here!

He turned and looked at Fang Yuan, trying to persuade Fang Yuan to leave.

Those of you in the red dust, roll in the red dust, not to disturb the state of mind of the master.

But at this time, Fang Yuan was sitting on the edge of the chessboard without moving.

He can feel the realm in the sound of the piano, and even this realm makes him very envious. He also wants to hold a book and cook a pot of wine in the realm described by the sound of the piano. He was in a fierce world war, and he was cheating...

But he can't!

He heard the sadness and indignation in the sound of the piano, but he was also dissatisfied in his own heart.

That's why I killed Long Jiansuo!

Lord Xuanming must be brought back, otherwise the speed of the nine-day roundness will be deduced, and I don’t know how long it will slow down. Now, it is less than nineteen years before the catastrophe comes. , Too few.

At the time of the first bet, Fang Yuan had already bet on Xuanming Lord and mastered his destiny, but at this time, Long Jiansuo was the first to stand up and stir up the situation, forcing Fang Yuan to bet against him. In exchange for Lord Xuanming staying in the snowfield, this is an unreasonable thing, because he did not know how Fang Yuanjian Dao was at the time, and thought Fang Yuan was only good at formation...

… Because he was quite unreasonable, Fang Yuan would directly cut him off with a sword!

After slashing Long Jiansao, this bet cannot be withdrawn by half a point.

Fang Yuan was silently thinking about how to win this fight.

He has realized 90% of the merits of the heavens, he has learned the ancient magic medals, and his comprehension of the Dadao can almost be comparable to that of the masters of the great saints. Realizing these things, maybe he can learn everything with half the effort, but this does not mean that he can not learn. For him, time is too short on his way to practice. He has too many things he wants to learn, but he has never had the opportunity to learn.

Like a rhythm, he knows nothing.

Perhaps he was not as good as pulling a blind piano sound on the street, maybe in the blue building, he was just looking for a Qingpi who was a beginner, and he was not so good. How can he bet on this temperament and be the best in the world? Old cold old man?

But Fang Yuan thought in silence, still unwilling to give up.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhong Xiu knew in his heart that Fang Yuan was not sure, and had sneered a little.

By this time, Fang Yuan could already concede defeat.

However, when they refused to concede defeat just now, Fang Yuan did not force them, and naturally they were not good at forcing Fang Yuan.

What they hope for now is that Fang Yuan took the initiative to admit defeat in this temperament, so that everyone will keep a face to each other and retreat each other. They don’t pursue Fang Yuan’s killing of Long Jiansuo, and Fang Yuan should not mention a few other things. Gamble to win...

The sound of the piano became clearer, and the sound of dingdong rang. Now the mood in the sound of the piano has changed again, and there is another empty mood. It seems that the person who plays the piano does not want to be dirty by the grief and indignation, but still changes back. They asked for nothing but quietness, just to let the person who has stained the white snow around him leave, don't bother to disturb yourself, go to your dirty red dust...

At this moment, Fang Yuan sighed lowly.

He stood up, his big sleeves flicked lightly, and a golden toad appeared in the green air. The toad opened his mouth, and Fang Yuanxin thought about the place, and then he saw the toad. There was something flying out, and when all the practitioners went to see it together, they couldn't help but stunned, but they saw a big drum in black lacquered in the mouth of the toad, simple and ordinary, without any slight elegance.

He actually has to fight?

All the practitioners were stunned, crying and laughing.

Moreover, is it the simplest musical instrument such as the drum?

Even Mr. Tianji, some of his faces could not be put on, and wanted to persuade Fang Yuan to stop.

Only when I came to Bai this time, and returned to Yilou, think of a way!

But Fang Yuan was very serious. He stood the drum in front of him, holding two soy mallets, and didn't move. This kind of serious appearance also made Mr. Tianji not disturbing. He could only watch on one side, only looking at this Don’t lose too much in a field contest...

The sound of the piano changed again, and it seemed that there was more remorse, and he persuaded Fang Yuan to stop.

The girls in the red dresses next to them all smiled and pointed at Fang Yuan.

But at this moment, Fang Yuan suddenly held the mallet and knocked heavily towards the drum.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

The drum sound is monotonous and dull, which is completely different from the Qing Yue change of the piano sound, but Fang Yuan has turned a mana, and he beat it heavily, but the sound is powerful, shaking the field, and every sound is like striking the human heart, making the air Blood is flowing fast...

Sui Hansuo's face changed slightly, mana was running, his fingers were flying, and the sound of the piano was changing, like an invisible world, covering everyone inside, between the world, the stars changing, the wind and the clouds, everything in the world, everything Becoming small, all disputes are like a joke in front of this eternity, only this world, only that realm, always exists, overlooking the world!

But under the sound of the piano, the drum sound continues!

Fang Yuan's drumming was also very simple, but his face was firm, and he was slowly striking.

His mana is not as good as that of the old man, and his temperament is not as good as that of the old man.

But the sound of drums sounded loudly, but there was an endless blood to kill.

Mr. Tian Ji's complexion gradually changed, and he heard Fang Yuan's drumming.

That is the war drum of the magic edge!

This kind of drum sound is accompanied by the demon warrior, **** fighting, rushing towards the endless dark creatures.

Drumming together, waiting for peace.

Drumming together, slaying demons and demons.

Drumming together, I do not know if there is any return, but blood is not cold!

There was no smile on the face of the old man.

Even those children in red clothes couldn't laugh at this time.

Fang Yuan once experienced the battlefield of the magic front, saw the scene of the fighting between the hosts, and the dense, almost desperate dark creatures, so from his drums, the practitioners seemed to see the branch The army and the dark creatures are fighting, and in the battlefield, I don't know when I will be swallowed by the dark creatures, and I don't know how many people are left after a charge...

Where do these warriors know what is quiet and elegant, and where do they know what a wonderful temperament!

They only know that with the sound of drums, they should play!

Regardless of life or death, regardless of injury or illness, there is only drum sound with you.

Fang Yuan has just returned from Demon Edge. He has experienced the fighting and despair of Demon Edge and Demon Domain, with a battle and murderous spirit.

Now this murderous spirit is transmitted through the drums, shaking the world.

...

...

"clank……"

Suddenly, the sound of Sui Hansuo's piano sounded chaotic.

His violin is a good violin, unparalleled in violin skills, unsullied mood, mana beyond Fang Yuan.

However, under the impact of Fang Yuan’s drum sound and the blood-blooded artistic conception, the elegant meaning contained in his piano sound was suddenly torn apart by the impact, as if it was white and flawless Suddenly, a awn of blood and blood splashed up, and the ice and snow had to melt away, and it had to become bloody, dirty, and ugly, like the most miserable and ugly existence in the world...

Elegant and elegant, life is gone, you are elegant and fart!

Sui Hansuo's palm suddenly stopped, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

With his cultivation skills and piano skills no matter how high, this time can not play.

Because his heart is chaotic.

So he stopped the sound of the piano, turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, and listened to the monotonous and dull drum sound with others.

There is no alpine snow and no weeping willow in this drum, only iron and blood, wind and sand!

Lord Xuanming listened to this drumbeat, and the grief and indignation on his face gradually receded. There was only a desolation. Star Luoshou sighed in a low voice and threw the chess piece in his hand. Zuo continued to look at the appearance of the green charm, but turned around. Although there was helplessness on his face, it was more self-deprecating. Longsao had already sat on the stone beside him, rubbing his own. face.

Mr. Tian Ji, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, old relief.

...

...

"Boom……"

Fang Yuan finished the last drum and turned around.

The drums sounded melodiously, condensed, and seemed to spread to the horizon and spread all over the world.

Fang Yuan received the drumsticks and slowly saluted towards Sui Hansuo, saying: "Senior, I don't actually understand the rhythm!"

Sui Hansuo also kept silent, put away the piano on his lap, then slowly got up and saw Fang Yuan, sighing: "I can hear you really don't understand the temperament, even these few drums, It’s just something to learn, but this bet..."

He remained silent for a long time and said, "You won!"

Around the old man, his complexion became extremely disappointed and he saluted Fang Yuan.

No matter who it is, it can be heard that Fang Yuan is certainly no better than Sui Hansuo on the law of temperament, but in this battle just now, Fang Yuan has indeed won. Sui Hanshou's artistic conception may be higher than that of Fang Yuan However, the will in Fang Yuan’s drum sound, the true meaning of the iron battle in the battlefield, cannot be suppressed by anyone. The simple temperament is primitive, but it is the most important thing.

They had many excuses, for example, there were many kinds of symbols before the game was played.

But at this time, with the words Sui Hansuo said, no one made excuses, just admit defeat.

"The Seven Friends of Huawai, lost in the hands of the little friends today, want to kill and stab, and listen to respect!"

Sui Hansuo said softly, his face unchanged.

Based on his cultivation behavior, if he refuses to admit defeat, who can force him?

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But he was still frank, and said this without complaining.

"Young people don't want to mention the word killing again!"

Fang Yuan saluted the six old men and said, "I just want to invite six seniors to give up this fairyland and enter the world again!"

The six old men looked at each other and all sighed. They actually guessed Fang Yuan's idea long ago. They just saw Fang Yuan slashing and killing Long Jianshou at first. I really thought that Fang Yuan would want the heads of the six of them, but I didn't expect that what Fang Yuan did was still just what they wanted, but it made them feel a little emotional.

"If there is such a day, the catastrophe will not come again, the world will be clear..."

Fang Yuan suddenly said at this time, looking at the six of them: "...I actually want to live this life most!"

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