Swish!

Lin Yun, who had become a snowman, had a few snowflakes shaking off his body, and the crunching sound became more and more harsh. His movements were very stiff, and because he was covered in heavy snow, his movements seemed quite strange.

What's going on?

But Mei Zihua didn't know why, but this strange squeaking sound made him feel extremely dangerous, and he said in a deep voice: "Qinglian Flying to the Sky!"

The nine maids behind him each rose up in the air, and the instruments in their hands became extremely solemn.

boom!

The green lotuses were burning with fire, like swaying holy lamps, and the music reverberating between heaven and earth became extremely solemn.

It seems that there are distant songs that span time and space and travel to the present day, worshiping the ancient gods.

But Lin Yun, who was like a snowman, gradually became smoother in his movements, and with a harsh squeaking sound, the layers of holy snow covering his body continued to fall.

Bang!

After a while, with a shocking loud noise, the layers of holy snow covering Lin Yun's body exploded.

call!

Lin Yun took a deep breath, looked at the Xi Qin in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "I almost overturned... This erhu is really difficult to play."

After all, Xi Qin didn’t practice as much as Qin Xiao.

In addition, Qinglian, who had been dodging the opponent just now, was still unable to play the real music.

Lin Yun held the bow and tried the sound again.

"Junior brother Lin!"

Luo Shuyi and others on the bank looked anxious.

Lin Yun turned a deaf ear and kept lowering his head while auditioning, looking quite serious.

"This guy?"

A look of surprise flashed in Mei Zihua's eyes, and she shouted coldly: "Ignore him, Qinglian Shishen!"

boom!

When the tune became extremely passionate, a bright light came down from the supreme star thirty-six days away.

The next moment, this ray of light shattered the layers of holes, and the light condensed into a human figure, slowly falling towards the Suzaku that was hovering in the sky.

Boom!

In an instant, the music of Mei Zihua and others became extremely solemn and sacred. It was as if the figure that fell thirty-six days away was really a god.

The vast and boundless pressure came down, and the people on the edge of Shuangyue Lake almost suffocated.

"It's over!"

When everyone saw this scene, these two words popped up in their minds almost at the same time.

But at this moment, a melody that no one had ever heard sounded between heaven and earth.

The rhythm of that sound is indescribable, but the sound is long and loud, with a hint of hoarseness and vicissitudes.

Before anyone had time to react, bursts of cheerful tunes came from Lin Yun's Xi Qin.

When the phantom of the Holy Spirit, which was about to fall thirty-six days away, was about to fall on Suzaku, the tune played by Xi Qin finally came out.

They were galloping horses, galloping freely on the vast prairie.

As the dust flew while running, everyone could clearly feel the artistic conception.

Completely different from the sacred and solemn tune of plum paintings, this tune is cheerful and melodious, as if all the sadness in the world does not exist.

In an instant, all the harps, flutes, zithers and flutes on the Moon Lake were suppressed by Xi Qin.

Mei Zihua and others had extremely surprised looks in their eyes. The tune was disrupted in an instant. No matter how they played, they could not interpret the sacred and solemn artistic conception.

At this moment, the mood was completely infected by the tune played by Lin Yunxiqin.

This is horse racing!

Lin Yun's lips curled up into a smile, that's right. He was in a happy mood and played more cheerfully.

As he deliberately showed off his skills, the erhu in his hand made bursts of horse neighing, which was almost exactly the same as the sound of a real fierce horse.

Everyone by the lake was stunned and looked over in disbelief.

Is this Xi Qin?

Is this the sound of Xi Qin?

Hua Hongtao and Qin Hao were dumbfounded. Someone could really play the Xi Qin, which was lost in ancient times.

Moreover, such a melody has never been seen in Kunlun, and other musical instruments cannot perform it.

Boom!

Under the influence of the horse racing, the phantom of the spirit gradually became darker. The faces of the nine maids showed pain and embarrassment, their minds were in chaos, and they all couldn't play the piano or the piano.

"Sha Po Lang!"

Mei Zihua's expression changed, and she decisively gave up the Qinglian Divine Song. Without absolute piety to the gods, the Qinglian Divine Song would never succeed.

Since it is a cheerful tune, use the most violent attack to kill him directly.

Several people changed their tune in an instant, and for a moment the situation was turbulent and the sound of killing was loud.

The strands of music played by the nine people turned into thousands of troops and fought towards Lin Yun. Countless soldiers swept in with overwhelming murderous intent, carrying billowing dust.

"Well come."

Lin Yun smiled faintly and changed from a horse race to a galloping war horse.

Galloping War Horse is a famous erhu song from the previous life, with endless excitement. Lin Yun controlled the bow and played Galloping Horse at an extremely fast speed.

Boom!

As the exciting tune continued, the soldiers rode on galloping horses, straddling their horses and charging with guns.

The music is sonorous and powerful, the smoke is billowing, the wind is blowing, and the horses are galloping. Everyone is immersed in the scene, completely immersed in it, as if they are in a fantasyland.

The next moment, the horses neighed, the wind galloped, and thousands of horses charged.

Thousands of troops and horses from the opponent were rushing towards him, and they collapsed at the first touch. Fierce horses galloped out from behind Lin Yun, smashing Sha Po Lang into pieces.

Phew!

In such a fierce confrontation, Mei Zihua groaned, and each of the nine maids spat out blood stains.

Lin Yun got up, and his piano bow was like a saw, imitating the leaping forelimbs of a war horse, making an excited neighing sound, and repeated it continuously.

"Back off!"

Mei Zihua led several people back and said in a cold voice: "Red Lotus will destroy the world!"

But as soon as he played the strings, he found that Lin Yun had changed again. An extremely sad tune came from the Xi Qin. As soon as the tune sounded, endless sadness arose in his heart.

Two springs reflect the moon!

It is Xi Qin's most classic piece. No matter how cheerful and exciting the erhu is, its main tone is always sadness and pathos.

Under Erquan Yingyue's performance, Xi Qin's own characteristics were brought into full play.

Under Lin Yun's playing, Xi Qin's music is sometimes deep, sometimes passionate, and sometimes proud. The only thing that remains unchanged is the eternal sadness and resentment.

Almost everyone was infected and got carried away for a while, forgetting that they were competing for the top spot again.

Forgetting that Mei Zihua and Lin Yun were competing, there was only the sound of Xi Qin, a sad and profound tune.

Phew!

The nine people opposite them could no longer hold on, with expressions of pain on their faces, trying their best to resist the all-pervasive music.

Click!

The green lotus flying in the sky was broken into pieces one after another, and the red bird wandering in the sky became dimmed little by little.

Almost all of the nine maids behind him were about to faint.

But Mei Zihua ignored him and played the strings crazily, but he was shocked to find that there was no sound from his strings!!

There was no sound produced by the playing. To be precise, his melody was completely lost in the opponent's melody.

Bang!

When Suzaku turned completely colorless, the string in Plum Painter's hand broke. He was completely confused. How could this be possible?

"A heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend at the end of the world?"

Lin Yun said something leisurely, and the sound of Xi Qin gradually stopped.

Phew!

However, Mei Zihua and others could no longer hold on, and they spit out large mouthfuls of blood. The sad joy that had been integrated into their bodies suddenly burst out.

The dry intestines are broken and the five internal organs are cracked.
Chapter completed!