"The voice of sages!"

Everyone was shocked and their faces changed drastically. They didn't expect that Ye Qingtian would actually pop up the sound of a sage.

Moreover, the music is not inferior to the other party at all, and it is much better than Zhou Xu who played the piano before.

Boom!

The strange phenomena in the sound of the two of them touched each other, making a violent sound, and the radius of fifty miles was dim.

Lin Yun's piano sound actually suppressed the other party at this moment.

Nie Wushuang frowned slightly, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that the other party was actually a little capable.

"A little trick!"

Nie Wushuang snorted coldly, and the sound of the Great Saint burst out directly. The cold air at his fingertips condensed, and he gradually began to act seriously.

I saw dark clouds above Lin Yun’s head, and the wind was howling, and lightning condensed by the sound of the Great Saint fell directly.

Everyone's hearts trembled. Zhou Xu was defeated by this move before. Can Ye Qingtian block this attack?

Lin Yun was not afraid at all. His fingers quickly tweaked the strings of the piano. The sound of the piano was like a sword, and it was accumulating sharpness, trying to cut off everything.

"What is the voice of the Great Sage? I can do it."

Lin Yun smiled, and when his bloody light was about to fall, his fingers snapped.

Bang!

The lightning shattered in response to the sound, like blood-colored fireworks, scattering towards the surroundings.

"The Voice of the Great Sage!"

Everyone's faces changed again, what was going on with Ye Qingtian?

It would be fine if he mastered the sound of sages, but he could even know the sound of sages. Is he also a music genius?

"What's going on?"

Bai Shuying was also extremely surprised. She looked at Lin Yun with a look of confusion in her eyes.

Is this still the Ye Qingtian she remembers?

But the situation on the stage did not really reverse the ending just because Lin Yun showed the voice of a sage.

The airflow gathered above Lin Yun's head kept running wildly, and bloody lightning was still swimming wildly.

A faintly, an extremely terrifying blood-colored vortex is slowly taking shape.

Lin Yun seemed to have no feeling, and was not disturbed by the other party's piano sound, and there was a piano sound like the wind on him.

The winds seemed to be spiritual, and they danced under the sound of the piano, not irritable and gentle at all.

But this artistic conception made Young Master Wushuang unable to find the flaws, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

How did this guy do it?

Even if his musical attainments are included in the top ten gods, they are enough to be comparable to those real people.

At this moment, Lin Yun entered a certain state, and amid the laughter, the sound of the piano was surging like the water of a river.

His piano sound was still rising, and everyone was shocked to find that Mr. Wushuang seemed to be unable to suppress Ye Qingtian.

The originally amazing blood-colored vortex seemed to be disintegrating little by little, and the lightning became much weaker.

"The wind rises nine heavens, and the clouds are drunk in all directions!"

Lin Yun laughed loudly, and the sound of the Qinyin suddenly ran away. The momentum had accumulated for a long time was like a sharp sword, and it rushed to the sky with the sound of the Qinyin.

Click!

The dark clouds above his head were cut off by this sword, and the sunlight fell through the cracks and turned into beams of golden light and fell on him.

His long hair danced, his clothes were swelling, his lips were filled with a smile, and his eyes were crazy.

"Nie Wushuang, your piano sound is not very good." Lin Yun said with a smile: "It's time for me to play, right?"

Hahaha!

Amid the laughter, Lin Yun's qinyin shattered all the dark clouds above his head, and rumbling. The vast and numerous qinyin storm turned into thousands of troops and roared away.
Chapter completed!