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The 'Bending Beam Zither' finally moved.

Perhaps, some people would feel that this was unfair. This was obviously a 2v1.

In truth, there was no injustice to it, Ye Zhiqiu's zither was only an auxiliary, there was no regret, the zither needed the coordination of this' Winding Beam ', and furthermore, only this' Winding Beam 'could bring out the true power of its flute, because this zither only had one string.

However, if you think you can only make one sound out of one string, then you're wrong.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on playing each note. Slowly, a green smoke rose from behind her.

Ye Zhiqiu swept his gaze across the strings of the zither heavily. As the last sound of the zither came out, the sound wave that was originally wrapped around Wu Sou's body immediately emitted a sizzling sound. The sound wave was wrapped by green smoke, and in the end, the light around Wu Sou's body flashed, causing the sound wave to spread outwards.

It was accompanied by waves of green smoke.

Gradually, the green smoke drifted over the Luo River, over the streets, past the buildings, and into the horizon.

The entire sky was covered in green smoke.

Wuhui paused for a moment, and so did the 'Bending Beam Zither'.

The two of them turned their heads and glanced at each other, casually and casually.

The sound of the flute and the zither once again rang out. To be exact, it sounded at the same time, and the sound waves that rushed out of the short purple flute and the zither rapidly merged into one. It was a unique sound, not a simple flute sound, nor was it a zither sound.

The sound lasted for a while, and then the strange sound separated into a flute and a zither.

One flew to the horizon, while the other flew to the bottom of the Luo River.

The sound of the flute was quite long.

The sound of the zither was faint.

The unique voice from before sounded once more and was separated once more.

But this time, after the two voices separated, they continued to hover in the sky. Gradually, the sound became less beautiful and the whining became more like crying.

Because she was crying, she was naturally sad.

His voice caused a thunderous uproar in everyone's hearts. Although they were sad, they could not cry.

There was no thunder in the sky, but a dense drizzle fell down.

Within the drizzle, green smoke was coiling around.

"Silence!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

The important figures on the boat were suddenly awakened, and they recalled the ancient song "The Silence of the Song". Although these people had high cultivation, their understanding of the music was inferior to those scholars.

When Wu Zhangkong began playing the melody, everyone was puzzled. They didn't know where this strange melody came from, but they were clear about it now.

Shui Yuexi had naturally guessed as well.

There wasn't the slightest bit of surprise and shock on her face, and she still wore the same unchanging smile on her face.

Since she knew it was "Silence", she could guess what would happen next. Seeing the drizzling rain shrouding the blue smoke, the melody seemed ready to take shape, but she was not the least bit anxious.

"Yige has created Eternal Force, the destruction of ten thousand paths and the demise of ten thousand paths."

Luo Hao muttered to himself.

He frowned slightly, as if he was worried about Shui Yuexi's situation. He could sense the hidden danger behind the rain.

If Luo Hao could sense this danger, then naturally, the people on the ship could also sense it. However, they were all very curious as to how Shui Yuexi would handle this move.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, Shui Yuexi removed her hands from the strings. Her fingers formed a spell sign, and then a ball of light enveloped her hands, slowly placing them above the turnip. The light in her hands started to sink slowly like clouds, and finally, the entire guqin and her two hands were wrapped up in the light.

The crowd could no longer see the movements of his hands. No one knew which string she played.

Her hands were indeed moving, and the light showed signs of trembling, which meant that her fingers were constantly playing the string.

But, why was there no sound?

The few big shots on the boat were all suspicious, Jiang Wuchang, Lai Rufeng, and the old ghosts of the Xiyin Mountain Faction also wanted to investigate as well, but when their soul consciousness was still a few inches away from the turnip, they mysteriously disappeared.

This zither had a restriction on it!

This was what several people were thinking. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem for them to use any methods against this young woman with their cultivations. However, they had all forgotten that there was a mysterious power behind this woman, and that was the 'Hall of Souls'.

The Hall of Souls was mysterious. Naturally, this woman was also mysterious.

In the end, they had no choice but to wait.

"I want to see what kind of big waves a little girl like you can create."

The old monster from the Xiyin Mountain Faction snorted coldly.

However, Shui Yuexi's soul consciousness was extremely sharp, so she naturally heard what he said. She turned her head and glanced at the old man.

With just a glance, the old man revealed a look of shock before retracting his gaze. In that short moment of contact just now, he felt as if thousands of needles were stabbing into his eyes. He was in terrible pain!

That was the soul consciousness's attack!

However, that girl's cultivation level was far lower than hers, so how could she be at a disadvantage? This wasn't normal.

Something was wrong.

This was what the old man was thinking at the moment.

However, Shui Yuexi didn't care. She retracted her thoughts and continued playing the zither without making a sound.

Shui Yuexi was calm, but she was going to launch an attack without any regrets.

The sound of the flute once again turned sorrowful. The zither trembled, and the rain stopped in midair. In the end, as though attracted by the flute, it rushed towards Shuiyue Xi at high speed.

The drizzle was no longer a drop of rain, but a myriad of needles!

Shuiyue Xi raised her head slightly and suddenly retracted her right hand. The ball of light around the turnip quickly expanded, releasing all the notes she had previously played. All of the notes he had previously played were enveloped in that ball of light, no wonder she could not hear anything when he could clearly feel her hand moving.

The tens of thousands of musical notes vibrated together. Naturally, the sound was different, but it resounded together.

It felt chaotic, but it wasn't.

It seemed that because of the ten thousand voices, the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth began to go into chaos, creating a resonance. In an instant, the world changed color, and the azure rain became extremely dark and gloomy.

Not only did the boat on the Luo River start to sway, even the tens of thousands of rain needles that were charging towards Shui Yuexi began to hum and tremble.

In the end, when they were just five meters away from Shuiyue Xi, the rays of light around turnip continued to spread, and then the needles started to evaporate at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

The rain needle had disappeared, but Shui Yuexi managed to block it so easily.

At the same time, there was a crashing sound as the evaporated needles turned into snowflakes!

A light snow started to fall from the sky, but it was still not the time for the Xitang to snow yet.

This was of course the phenomenon caused by Shui Yuexi!

Gradually, the snow started to fall harder and harder, and the area above Shui Yuexi's head started to snow even harder.

However, her flute melody changed once again, and Ye Zhiqiu, who was beside her, immediately understood her idea. Her finger quickly moved and ticked the zither around, and countless sound waves sprang up, coiling together in the air, and in the end, the sound waves dispersed and formed tens of Qi swords.

The snowflakes floated about, the cold wind whistled, the sword whistled like a lonely goose, tore through the sky, and sliced through the sky.

Ye Zhiqiu and Wu Sou raised their heads in tacit understanding, and looked at Shui Yuexi, their eyes looking in the direction of the Qi sword.

The two withdrew their gazes. At the same time, dozens of swords rushed out like yellow dragons flying in the sky. They were as fast as lightning and instantly shattered the snow.

The dangerous vibrations emanating from the Qi sword made people's hearts tremble.

Although this level of fluctuation was not enough to pose a threat to the big figures on the boat, the young disciples of Solitary Howling Sect and the two people on the cliff were all extremely shocked. They all had the same thought, if they were in his place, would they be able to receive this move?

However, a few people did not even blink as they watched this scene unfold.

One of them was Zhou Chuanning, his cultivation was much higher than Li Guangyu and the others, and as the young master of the Zhou family, he had seen many great scenes like this, so his personality was much better.

And another one was naturally Luo Hao. Because he had so many treasures on him, although his cultivation was not very high amongst them, the ripples were not able to approach him.

However, Shui Yuexi didn't dare to be negligent this time. A tinge of color appeared on her elegant face beneath the muslin, but that color disappeared moments later. Seeing the dozens of Qi swords rushing towards him, he lightly strummed the zither.

At this moment, Lin Ye, who was wearing a golden mask, retreated a few steps behind Shui Yuexi. It was not because he was afraid, but because he knew that Shui Yuexi was about to make her move. Convenient operation.

The zither music faded, and then the snowflakes above Shuiyue Xi began to fall even faster. The snowflakes were extremely dense, as if they had formed a wall.

Without a sound, a plum blossom peeked out from the snow wall … That plum flower came from the cold wind. That plum flower was born in the snow.

Even if there were dozens of nameless sword Qis attacking him, even if there was a sense of destruction spreading around.

That plum blossom is still tenacious, that plum blossom is still indomitable.

"What's this piece called?"

The crowd once again asked this question.

Wu Hen and Ye Zhiqiu were also looking at Shui Yuexi with doubtful eyes. Although the two of them did not say anything, Shui Yuexi could tell the desire in their eyes.

"Actually, I don't know what this song is called either, but let's just call it 'Cut Plum' for now!"

Shui Yuexi said to the two of them, but there was pride in her tone.

Although Wuhui had never heard of this song before, he could clearly feel the dangerous scent emitted by the Plum Blossom. But even so, there was no sign of fear as the sound of Qin Xiao swiftly floated out, the Qi from the Sword in the sky suddenly increasing in strength.

Suddenly, a corner of Shui Yuexi's clothes started to float up. The violent sword aura from before hadn't even caused her clothes to move, but now her clothes were floating up. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuu …"

There was a gust of wind.

It was just that that gust of wind was not a cold wind, but a gentle breeze. The wind created by the fluttering snowflakes did not make one feel dry or sharp, but instead felt clean and comfortable.

Under the interference of the sword Qi, the wind did not deviate from its original direction. Instead, it flew straight towards the Plum Blossom, and a holy Qi spread out.