Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

The bleak wind rustled, swirling the black and white clothes.The four eyes met, two identical people, two different zithers, in the realm of refinement, reproduced the peerless zither sound.

Just listening to the black clothes Wang Qingming transformed into the mirror image, a loud shout, a shocking song, and the strike is "Three Rings of Forgiveness".The red zither waves shook the heaven and the earth with the posture of the wind and the waves.

Wang Qingming in white clothes sees this, plays the qin and plucks the strings, and responds with pardoning heaven.

Shuang Lengqin and the tide are raging, cyan and red, fighting for life and death.The strange piano music was drawn from the hands of the two, and they collided and exploded in the middle. The power of the aftermath cannot be underestimated, and the sound waves hit the vast land.

The mirror image array was created by the first generation master of the refining realm, as a spur, copying himself from the previous day to fight against him, only breaking through the realm can break this array.The last time Wang Qingming came here was ten years ago, logically, his skill should not be as good as he is now.But the tide of Qin in front of him repelled each other, and it was difficult to distinguish between top and bottom.

How could this be so.Wang Qingming felt this way when he fought the first move.Amidst the doubts, the other party moved again, and in the dark eyes, a strange light flashed, a trace of ruthlessness, holding the seven strings in his hand, that is, "Seven Rings of Forgiveness".Among the seven sounds, Qi turned into arrows, surged with wind and thunder, and went straight to Wang Qingming's face.

Wang Qingming pointed at picking the strings of the qin, but also relying on the power of thunder to move three thousand, he changed his tactics to deal with it.

So he didn't know how to fight, finally, the extreme moves were facing each other, and the dust was still there. Seeing this, he suddenly changed his hand, and the blue green true energy floated up and exploded around him.Through Xuanqin method, the sound range is rediscovered.The huge totem shone with emerald light under Wang Qingming's body, covering a twenty-foot range around his body.

When Hei Yi saw this move for the first time, he didn't know how to escape for a while, he only felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, and his body's sluggishness could no longer be controlled.He raised his eyes and looked at the young man in white, turning his hands and kneading the strings, he was condensing the surrounding wind and clouds on his fingers, and in an instant, the wind and rain were about to come.But seeing the ultimate move approaching in front of him, Hei Yi knew that he couldn't resist it.But he is so sensitive, when the giant scythe formed by the sound of the Canglan piano hit him, he protected himself with blood-red true energy, and with the help of a little boost formed by the scythe cutting the air, he turned slightly sideways, took the initiative to retreat, and would not be attacked. damage to a minimum.Although he was still wounded and his mouth was scarlet, he could still fight against it.

After that, the sound range dissipated, and the black clothes were full of anger. He turned the lacquered Ye Changqin in his hand, and the tail of the piano stood upright under his left arm. Forget Qingming in white clothes.The sound of the piano circulated, disturbed the land, and killed the piano, sweeping from all directions.For a moment, Wang Qingming's surrounding danger reappeared.

The sound of tearing the soul entered my ears, Wang Qingming only felt a colic in his heart, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, if he suppressed it with real energy, he could still avoid an instant body explosion and death.After finally seeing the mirror image, he resorted to "the final chapter of pardoning the sky", Wang Qingming only felt that the opportunity had come.The copied self has no consciousness after all, and all the previous actions are just the habits left by Wang Qingming ten years ago.Concentrated breath, at this moment, refreshing Nayuan, the sound of the zither moved the muffled thunder, and amidst the brilliant blue light, the battle situation changed frequently. The song "Suppressing the Soul" is played, and the tune of Xiangke Shetian disturbs the sound of the eight-party piano.

The final chapter of pardoning the sky, even that person would not use it alone.Ten years ago, Wang Qingming used it once, of course, it was not his intention, but he was about to leave for the last time, and he didn't know if he would return here in the future, so he left a loophole so that the unknown future could break the formation.

The gurgling softness merges with the majestic and vigorous, and the two different piano melodies collide.Even though the black clothes are strong, facing such traps, the result: defeat.

Wang Qingming finally slowly restrained his true energy and comforted his true energy.The black clothes in front of him were covered by the luminous light on the grass, and in his impression, they would soon dissipate.

However, something strange happened again today.

After the gathered brilliance was absorbed, the brilliance disappeared instantly.Wang Qingming was horrified, and stroked the moon with his right hand again.I saw the person in front of me, every muscle and skin, revealing a faint light, such as snowy long hair, such as snowy face, but wearing a light Tsing Yi.

The mirror array has been broken, who is this.Why, it is so similar to him.Wang Qingming couldn't help but take a few steps forward, gradually getting closer to that figure.A sense of sadness and familiarity surged in his heart, causing him to stretch out his hand unconsciously to touch his gradually transparent body.

The moment the finger got close, that person faded away and disappeared.

"That's...?" Wang Qingming felt that the refining environment was different from the past, and was a little puzzled.First there was the black clothes with the same skill as him, and then there was this person who suddenly appeared and then gradually disappeared.

And now there is an inexplicable emotion in my chest.

"Well... find the lock key first." It is finally important at the moment.Wang Qingming thought for a while, wrapped the piano around his left arm, and condensed out a small lamp in his right hand.Looking at the chaos and darkness in the distance, it was throbbing again.

The dots of fluorescent light under the feet, with the accumulation of footsteps, become less and less.Between the heaven and the earth, in the end, only this small group of light in Wang Qingming's hand is left.The faint wind blows from an invisible distance, rhythmically moving the soft long hair of the comer, and every movement of his makes the loose black hair on his back lightly move back and forth.

No sound, no edge.Suddenly, the ground under my feet shook, and dust was flying in the boundless distance, like thousands of troops, coming one after another.Wang Qingming's eyes froze, and his arm holding the piano couldn't help but tighten.In the empty grassland, there is nowhere to hide, only to face it.

"Actually, you were not afraid of the dark.

It was only later that I owed a lot.

Gradually, the debt became guilt.

And it is this guilt that makes you so terrified. 』

Wang Qingming showed pain on his face, and snorted softly, resisting the voice that suddenly sounded in his mind.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows out the lamps, and darkness descends.

"Uh." Wang Qingming took a few steps back subconsciously, and his vigilance was instantly raised to the extreme.The five senses are closed, the seven senses are confused, Wang Qingming is in trouble again.

The galloping momentum of ten thousand horses has arrived.Wang Qingming felt unprecedented pressure, pointed at Fengyun, and Shetian made another ultimate move, but in exchange for a stronger counterattack.The misfortune and evil obstacles formed by the darkness are restraining this insignificant human being.The chest was hit by a huge force, Wang Qingming was immediately shaken away several feet.The body-protecting true energy seemed to be gone, and the blood flowed continuously when he fell to the ground.

The piano player in the chaos, the skill is suppressed and can't get half of the original.Forgot to hold the piano in Qingming, stood up reluctantly, listened carefully, trying to find the direction of the opponent.As the wind blows, hundreds of auroras shoot from the strings, only a few crisp sounds are heard, and the brilliance collides, offsetting part of the hidden moves, but there are thousands of invisible and soundless air blades, but in a short while, the white clothes are bathed in blood.

With increasingly blurred eyes and an increasingly heavy body, Wang Qingming put down the waxing and waning moon, trembling slightly, condensed his breath, and pierced his heart with a little bit of brilliance with his fingers.A mouthful of blood was sprayed, and a trace of painstaking effort was drawn, and it was actually the move of the day - "The Final Chapter of Tong Xuan Qin Method".

Twisting the formula with one hand, the blood strings condensed and exploded.The blood mist rose, corroding the hundreds of air blades that came back.

Again, just hold off one more time and you're safe.

Wang Qingming counted the time, and when the fog was about to dissipate, he clasped the string of blood again with one finger.The blood-colored thick fog turned into a raging wave again, and the Qiongqi Road fought all the way.At the same time, the gurgling blood meandered out from his seven orifices, and there was only a rumbling sound in his ears.At the end of the crossbow, if you use force again, you will die soon.

After three times, it was indeed safe for the time being.Exhausted, qi and blood will be empty, Wang Qingming is already on the verge of collapse, and after all, his physical strength is exhausted.Just as he was about to close his eyes, a brilliant white light appeared in the dark sky.

Sure enough, this test can only be passed with extreme methods every time.