Chapter 1635

"Dad, brother, xiaoqixin!" he shouted and reminded.

After safety, he was looking at the music score left by Yu soul to see if there could be any breakthrough?

As soon as long yetian heard this, his eyes suddenly became cold. He quickly turned around, and his awe inspiring posture quickly turned around. A fierce golden light in his hand seemed to pull up from the flat ground, just like a ten thousand foot wave, and instantly blocked the speeding arrow rain.

Visible to the naked eye, suddenly, sharp and poisonous arrows were shot down in various places in an instant, and some even flew back to directly assassinate the archers on the roof and ground.

Hearing the muffled hum, long yetian's eyes flashed a sarcastic smile. Relying on the dark guards of King Ling's house, he wanted to kill long yetian. It's just a fool's dream.

When long yetian doesn't do it, he is waiting for the other party to repent. If the other party refuses to repent, when he does it, it will be the other party's death. He will never show mercy.

He once gave many opportunities for life, but they regarded his kindness as an ambition to advance an inch.

The spirit king is one of them. He solved the spirit king tonight. The news here will not reach the ears of the wood king. He wants to deal with him with both inside and outside. Dream!

Once again, his eyes became brighter than before.

"Ah!" after the golden light was removed, Lin Ziyi admired his father's cultivation.

Such an angry wave, like moving mountains and seas, is enough to overwhelm people with ten levels of cultivation.

Look, he ran away with his brother in the daytime, and his father solved it with one move. How can he not be shocked by this gap?

Lin Zichen also looked at his father with admiration. One day, he will have such supreme cultivation like his father.

Every battle injury can stimulate his fighting spirit of cultivation. Every time he meets an expert, he will quickly find out where his weakness is?

This is the combat experience of each time, so that he can escape from death many times under extreme circumstances.

Seeing a large number of dark guards coming up in the garden, his big eyes as beautiful as gemstones were filled with cold in an instant.

The deadly soul locking whip in his hand was waved out like electricity.

He can clearly feel that the strength of the latter group of people in black is not as strong as that of the former group.

In one part, he combines magic and spiritual power, and can also deal with one or two, which can reduce dad's physical consumption.

"Chen'er, be careful!" long yetian looks at his son's amazing attack. The silver whip is as strange as a dragon in the night. He quickly reminds him.

"Dad, don't worry about chen'er." he answered his father as he responded.

The continuous combat effectiveness did not make him pant, but made him braver and braver because of the integration of magic.

Long yetian takes a comforting look at him, turns around and focuses on dealing with the influx of people in black again.

He wanted to see how much strength the spirit king had hidden secretly.

As long as these strengths are found out one by one, the spirit king is left alone.

The spirit king looked at the scene in front of him and his eyes darkened bit by bit.

Long Ye's ability, even without complete recovery, so many experts are still killed in his hands as easily as cutting vegetables.

Just when the spirit king was thinking, under the dark night sky and in the ruins, there was an elegant and astringent sound of Xiao.

Although Lin Ziyi couldn't understand the meaning of those notes, he knew the syllables, didn't understand the meaning, and only knew the rhythm, he wouldn't give out its original power.

But he's tired and sleepy. If he goes on like this, he won't be able to stand it.

Since the jade soul is in the cloud soul magic sound flute, use his rhythm to awaken his power. Lin Ziyi has only such an idea at the moment.

Lin Ziyi stood in the wing nest on the wings of the magic dragon. His height was only the height of the raised skeleton of the magic dragon. His small figure stood inside and could hardly be seen.

He remembered the first song and lyrics, but when he played it for the first time, it always sounded a little astringent.

Although it was astringent, with the sound of his melody, there was a great shock in the black night sky.

The person who hears the rhythm suddenly feels a dizzy feeling hit his heart.

The original green sound blade has also become red. Together with his big eyes as bright as gemstones, it is also red as gemstones.

Lin Ziyi saw that the sound blade fluctuated slowly like water and had no attack power at all.

Not to mention that he had accumulated strength for a long time, he was puzzled at the bottom of his heart. The melody was weak and explosive.

Of course, his position at the moment, and can not see the following situation.

The archers on the roof gradually lost their strength. The feeling of dizziness made them very painful. They couldn't help holding their heads in their hands.

Long yetian and Lin Zichen also feel their chest surging.

Long Ye looked painfully at the sky above the magic dragon, "Yi'er, what are you... What are you doing?"

The sudden feeling of dizziness made him lose his fighting power. Not only he, but also those people in black who rushed up crazily, also had the same symptoms as him.

At this time, Lin Ziyi was just trying to write down the rhythm in his mind. He still didn't know what was happening outside.

After the first blow, he suddenly found the feeling.

He was overjoyed at the bottom of his heart. He was proficient in rhythm and had amazing talent. As long as he blew it once, he could write down all the rhythms completely.

He recalled it in his mind. The melody was soft and slow. The whole song was as gentle as a slowly flowing stream. There was no killing power at all.

He was very confused at the bottom of his heart. In the past, the melody he played was soft and high, which made him very laborious and spiritual. However, it took no effort to blow this song, and his state of mind was very peaceful.

Lin Ziyi slightly closed his eyes, reviewed the whole song, and sounded the cloud soul magic sound flute again.

The difference this time is that the melody becomes soft, no longer as astringent as before, but smooth and pleasant.

"Ah..." this time, the rhythm made everyone feel dizzy, like falling to the ground. The strength of the whole body was like being pulled away from half, and a trace of spiritual power could not be integrated, let alone the sword attack.

"Yi'er..." long yetian shouted.

I don't understand why my son plays such a song. He has never heard Yi'er play this song.

However, Lin Ziyi, who is quiet in his own world, has no voice of his father at all.

Moreover, because the feeling of blowing this song is completely different from that in the past, when he plays it from the bottom of his heart, he has never been peaceful.

He fell in love with this feeling in an instant.

When playing, the whole person moves forward and immerses himself in his world.