Chapter 3400

"It's a soul sound." Xiao Yi frowns and stares.

The sound of music is also the sound of soul.

However, this is not only soul power.

Wu Ji Ba Yin, he really does not know, also has not heard.

However, everything in the world can become a martial spirit.

This is the unique soul law of the world.

Different martial spirits have different strengths and weaknesses, and they also have different requirements for the talents of the awakened.

In addition to talent, personality and many other factors are also included.

Wuji Bayin, like the first sound of Yanlong, seems to be able to produce Longyan, but it is not the real soul of Yanlong.

The real dragon, it is and martial god of the general ethereal existence, no one knows.

But there is no doubt that the real dragon is not only strong but also magical.

First of all, it is not whether there is really the soul of Yanlong. Even if there is, the first tone of Wuji Bayin is not as good as that of Yanlong.

Yanlong sound is only based on the sound of Qin and the sound of heaven and earth, which can stimulate Longyan.

The second, third, fourth and fifth tones are the same. It seems that they are in charge of one of the four clans of heaven and earth. In fact, it is only the power of the initial sound of the four ancestors of heaven and earth when they were born.

Now the same is true of the sixth tone.

It is not the real rain of martial arts, but the sound of Qin and rain, which inspires its power.

Therefore, it is not the only soul power.

Xiao Yi can't break it simply by means of soul way.

The sound of the piano is constantly fierce, but the breath does not reach the peak.

Xiao Yi squints and stares.

Hum

The eastern indifference suddenly finger pressure, curl music, instant became a dense sky of rain.

It was raining heavily.

Rain, pure and fresh.

East indifference at the moment, one hand pressure string, one hand a wave.

The rain around Xiao Yi suddenly changed into a blue stream.

"Tianshui?" Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

Yes, in the torrential rain of Wudao, at this moment, a piece of Tianshui power is derived.

This piece of Tianshui is now a whirlpool of its own.

Inside, the breath of vitality is amazing, but at the same time, the breath is extremely fierce.

Inside the whirlpool, there was a terrible breath of strangulation.

Around the spirit of the rain, now also gradually breath big change, into two.

Obviously, it was the same torrential rain, but the breath of the two rains was completely different again.

The rain of martial arts seems to be divided into two parts.

Half, pitiful and desolate, full of vitality; half, under the glory of heaven, with the breath of destruction.

Xiao Yi frowned, holding the sword hand tight, "the same soul way, actually out of the opposite two extremes."

"The soul is out of the ashes, but it is also the soul derived machine, and both are in the extreme."

Xiao Yi is thoughtful.

The rain of martial arts is divided into two parts, which are opposite to each other, but do not repel each other.

Between the rain on the left and the right, Xiao Yi stands right.

In front of the body, it looks like a splendid heavenly power, and it is broken at any time; behind it, it seems to be brilliant and vigorous.

It seems that if you go further, you will die; if you step back, you will live.

But Xiao Yi knows that the next step is the real power of the sixth tone in ancient times.

East indifference fingers dance, words slowly out.

"Wuji Bayin is the eight sounds of heaven and earth that have shaken the mainland since the birth of heaven and earth."

"The birth and fall of each sound represents an earth shaking change in the mainland."

"The birth and fall of each sound also symbolizes life and destruction."

"When the sixth tone was born, it just marked a sentence for the endless barren years, but also marked the beginning note of ancient times."

"When the sixth tone disappears, the rain of martial arts stops, and the desolate land has become a place of vitality, where flowers and trees are blooming and full of life."

"Living beings have already flourished and flourished in this continent, and gradually there have been families."

"Now." The East looked at Xiao Yi calmly, "the master of Xiaoyi hall is between the birth and the rest of the sixth tone."

"Master Xiao Yi, are you ready?"

"Anytime." Xiao Yi said coldly.

Oriental indifference, fingertip flick.

The Tianshui current, which was derived from the road before, immediately poured into the middle of the two halves of Wudao rain.

This is the ultimate of each other, but tend to be stable, the two pieces of martial arts, like Yin and yang imbalance.

Tianshui water flows into a vortex, which collects the dense rainwater on both sides.

In a short time, the whirlpool of water on that day was already a whirlpool of destruction.

Clang

Xiao Yi's hand Zidian, suddenly the sword Weng Ming constantly, trembling.

"What a terrible breath of destruction." Xiao Yi's face changed.That day, the whirlpool of water absorbed the extreme rain of martial arts on both sides, which was so sudden and terrible.

East indifferent words, slowly spread, "the so-called thing has no absolute."

"The sea is called boundless, but this whirlpool of rain and water in martial arts can capture the vast ocean."

Xiao Yi obviously felt that her momentum, inner strength and vitality were being absorbed and dissipated rapidly.

Clang

Xiao Yi's arm shakes, and the sound of the sword is continuous.

"Burning silence." Xiao Yibao drinks, the body, the fire control beast grinning, behind, the torrential Fire Sea burning torrential rain.

"The ice storm eats the soul."

In the body, the ice Luan sword shines brightly. In front of me, the ice and snow suddenly fall, and the rain of brilliant heavenly power is completely frozen.

His sword is not afraid of heaven and the way.

Both are extreme, extremely cold and extremely hot.

With a sword, Xiao Yi points to the destruction whirlpool of Tianshui.

As soon as the sword comes out, the balance between extreme ice and extreme heat is also broken in an instant.

"Ice and fire melt together, my sword, the palm of heaven and earth!"

Bang

Ice and fire melt into a whirlpool of ice and fire.

Boom

Ice fire whirlpool and Tianshui vortex collide instantaneously.

The sound of the roar suddenly overthrew the sound of the piano.

The roar did not last long.

Rain, sky water, frost, fire, all dissipated in the roar.

The whole world, turned into a piece of white air transpiration.

Hum

At this time, the sound of Qin came again from a distance, dispersing Bai Qi.

Clang

The sound of sword rises at the same time, splitting the white Qi.

In the dense white air, a passage was abruptly divided, half full of Qin sound and half of sword sound.

At the two ends of the passage, two pairs of young people's eyes suddenly looked at each other.

One is indifferent, the other is fierce.

Xiao Yi stands up with her sword, and her whole body is undamaged.

The East quietly pressed the piano with one hand, but the sixth string on the piano was already stagnant, and there was a bloodstain on the palm, and the blood was trickling.

The outcome is known.

"You are defeated." Xiao Yi said coldly, "and this is the sixth tone."

The East slightly frowned, then chuckled, "although it is the ancient soul sound, it is ultimately the soul way means. It is nothing to lose to this generation."

Xiao Yi is the matter of this generation of soul emperor. It is not a secret in eight schools.

Xiao Yi stares coldly, "do you know?"

"In my judgment, you should be the one who doesn't listen to the world. Of course, you will not be interested in my affairs."

The East chuckled indifferently, "I just don't like stepping out of this partial courtyard, but I'm not a hermit."

"I can still hear the conversation among the people in my Oriental family."

East indifferently with a bit of embarrassment, "Xiao Yi hall master also know, and now you, in our eight schools are like thunder, eight people, there are many conversations."

Xiao Yi frowned slightly. He knew that the eastern indifference should mean that Xiao Yi, who had suddenly broken the "peace" of the eight clans for countless years, had become a tiger in many people's minds.

In other words, it is true that there are many conversations, but more often, it is abusive words.

Xiao Yi nodded, "go on."

The East was indifferent and breathed out a breath.

Hum

Finger down, the sound of the piano comes out in a flash.

"I think the master of Xiaoyi hall will be familiar with this music."

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