Chapter 78

At this time, thousands of miles away in the territory of Tianshui City, under the curtain of night, heavy rain poured down.

Nuerdan and other high-level Samurai lords met with the emissaries of the prince, who had agreed to all their conditions.

All the high-ranking lords in Tianshui city will be knighted and all their territories will be hereditary as long as they fight against Soxhlet.

At this moment, they broke all their defenses. These high-level Samurai lords are all fought by their own force. If none of their sons and daughters become high-level warriors, their families will lose their territory and their army.

Now he promised them that as long as they rebelled against Soxhlet, all their territory would be hereditary.

Suddenly all the reserve, all loyalty, all disappeared.

This evening, the heavy rain was falling fiercely and rapidly, pounding the earth wildly.

Two thousand soldiers in nurdan, fully armed, dressed in the latest armor and armed with the best weapons, began to gather.

"Soxhlet's inhumanity, heaven and earth hate it!"

"Dandy Soren, heaven is angry and man is resentful!"

"I, nurdan, lead all the warriors of the family and territory, all the armies, officially declare my separation from Soxhlet!"

"In order to save all the suffering people in Tianshui City from the fire and water, and to save the 500 Li territory of Tianshui City from danger. I officially declare that we will set out to fight against the claim and save thousands of people. "

Then, nurdan kicked the box in front of him, and countless gold coins poured out like the tide.

"All the money is yours." Nuerdan roared: "Soxhlet is merciless, I swear to kill it, beat down Tianshui City, reward ten years of salary."

All of a sudden, all the warriors, all the soldiers, completely crazy.

Of course, this money is also from Chen Ning and Chen Li.

"Soron, the thief, is shameless and shameless. I will punish the people for their crimes!"

"Let's go, attack Tianshui City, Tianzhu Soxhlet!"

"BAM, BAM, BAM..." Thousands of armed troops, led by hundreds of cavalry, marched in order to the main city of Tianshui 300 miles away.

Looking down from the sky, you can see that there are 18 armies like this.

The territory of Tianshui city is 500 Li, about 40000 square kilometers. The main city of Tianshui is in the East.

At this time, nineteen rebel forces, with a total of more than 30000 people, began to gather, and then, like the tide, marched toward the main city of Tianshui.

Like black waves, Tianshui city should be completely submerged.

Tonight, heavy rain and thunder.

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"Dangdang, dangdangdang..."

Wang Cheng student, in the concert hall.

Lanling's "destiny" has reached its climax.

All the people present felt their bodies shaking and their souls trembling.

The feeling of numbness and trembling spirit is really wonderful.

In this moment, he completely handed over his soul and let himself drift in the rough waves of the song.

The feeling of not being able to breathe was really wonderful.

Lanling used all his strength and mental strength to push the whole music to the final climax.

Countless notes, like countless sharp arrows, as if countless blades, crazy, one after another, toward the front.

All the blood, all the anger, all the flames, all the will, all condensed into the sound of the piano and shot into the whole space.

Fight, fight, fight

To fight against fate, to the royal family who want to destroy Soxhlet's fate, to fight against all the darkness that will strangle their own will.

Even if the blood is dripping, even if the bones are broken, even if the mantis arms are in the car.

Originally, Beethoven's "destiny" is about the people's strength overcoming the darkness and winning the final victory.

And to Lanling here, the last moment, turned into destruction.

He fully showed his wild will to die together.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang..." Lanling privately changed the movement, playing with the most intense and craziest rhythm in the last string of notes, full of strong destructive momentum to play.

At the last note, he pressed as hard as he could.

"Boom..."

In an instant, the whole harpsichord collapses and shatters.

The key, also suddenly burst, will his hand, cut blood dripping.

The play is over.

……

Finally, it's over.

All people, feeling their souls, have finally recovered their freedom and are no longer bound by this piece of music.

The feeling of being worried, the feeling of being unable to breathe, was finally over.

However, it seems that the whole body and spirit are still not their own, as if they have lost themselves completely by the storm just now.Throughout the hall, first of all, there was a dead silence.

All people's spirit and soul, as if still in numbness after a long time can not precipitate.

Finally, the frozen expression of great monk Byron gradually revived.

How many years? How many years have not been subjected to the impact of such a storm and baptism?

It's a great feeling. It's suffocating. It's destroying. It's great.

It's a great feeling to want to worship.

This from the top of the pyramid God, into a mortal feeling, great.

This is not a famous song or a Divine Comedy at all. It is a killer who kills the soul. It is a poison that chokes everyone's throat and makes people unable to breathe. It makes people totally intoxicated and worshipped by the devil.

This piece of music is not only a once-in-a-hundred years, but also a complete one.

In particular, in Sauron's crazy, almost destructive momentum to play, in his death of this bloodthirsty play. The effect is completely devastating.

The great priest Byron, holding his old body, began to clap slowly.

"Pa pa pa pa..."

All the monks of the Dragon Temple began to clap.

Then all the students began to clap and shed tears.

Finally, everyone stood up and clapped wildly.

Although there were only a few dozen people, the applause resounded through the hall like thunder.

Chen Ning, however, sat still in his position. She knew that her so-called suppression had become a laughing stock.

Faced with this kind of soul killer music, any suppression and any dark box are just like the dike built by sand. In an instant, it is completely destroyed by the stormy waves of this art, and there is no trace left.

Even if he dares to say a word of suppression at this time, he will become a public enemy of the music industry, and he will become the art world's ≡.

Moreover, she was completely shocked and lost in an instant.

She knew that this trumpet of Soren's war against her was Soren's will to perish.

And she herself is the dark force in the music, that evil existence.

At a certain moment of listening to his song, Chen Ning even felt like she was going to surrender. She was once a fan of art, and she also pursued spiritual vibration.

At that moment, she wanted to surrender not only to the song, but also to Soren.

Because at that moment, she felt Soren was so charming and exciting.

A man, usually appears so ruffian, so rogue. And the key time, and so crazy, so full of destruction.

So talented, so beautiful.

This kind of man, itself is a kind of poison, woman's poison.

It took a few minutes for the applause to stop.

The great monk Byron took a deep breath, calmed his mind and said, "Sir Sauron, what's the name of your song?"

"Fate." Lanling road.

Sure enough, only such a name can be worthy of the killer of the soul and the peak of art.

"I won't give you a score, because I don't think I'm qualified. I've written this piece in my mind. Can I take it back to study?" Byron archway.

"Of course." Lanling road.

"Well, thank you very much." "I'm going back, I'm going to go back as soon as I can, because I'm going to keep this sense of destruction, the feeling of being held in my throat and not being able to breathe, and then I'm going to experience this piece of music."

He didn't even ask if it was Solon's original. Because, this piece of music has never appeared in this world, that is Soren's work.

Moreover, this piece of music and Soren's mood and situation, is so consistent.

The most important thing is that this kind of music, which is rare in a thousand years, can not be made by any skills at all. It is just the cry of the inner soul and the instant inspiration burst out nine days away.

Therefore, the great monk Byron felt that it was totally blasphemous to ask if this piece was written by Sauron.

Soon, the great monk Byron left with all the monks in the Dragon Temple.

Now, it's time to score. All the examiners looked at Chen Ning.

All the students present were staring at Chen Ning, waiting for her score.

Chen Ning took up his pen, wrote a score on the sign and turned it over.

"One hundred points!"

That's right. It's a hundred. It's a hundred.

Because, at this time, her so-called suppression has become a complete laughing stock, even if she does not want to, she can only play this score.

Because Soren's performance is crushing, it's hellish.

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