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    When the piano sounded, Ye Futian sat cross-legged and played the piano. When his slender fingers trembled on the strings, it seemed that he was the only one left in this world.

    The piano and the mind merged, and Ye Futian entered the state in just a moment.

    Gu Ming's expression was indifferent, and he stepped forward. His body was instantly covered with purple thunder, and it was extremely violent.  .

    In this terrifying thunderstorm, terrifying thunder swords appeared, slowly appearing from the storm, extremely frightening.

    The people around stared at Gu Ming. Although the other party was only in the fifth-level Dharma Aspect Realm, Gu Ming was quite famous in Donghua Sect, and he was an extremely powerful practitioner, especially in terms of combat power. Otherwise, Donghua Sect would  He will not be selected to suppress Ye Futian.

    After all, even if Ye Futian has never shown his combat power, with his strength in the ancient world, he will definitely not be weak.

    The Donghua Sect is the number one sect in the Eastern Wasteland, and one can imagine how powerful the spells are. The vast power of the gods enveloped the garden, and Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged, looked extremely small. Behind Gu Ming, there was a dharma figure.  , It was a terrible thunderstorm, swallowing a sharp sword.

    Accompanied by an extremely violent roar, Lei Wei seemed to overwhelm the sound of the piano, the spell bloomed, and the Purple Thunder Excalibur fell from the sky, shooting directly at Ye Futian's body.

    When this terrifying spell attack came, the five fingers of Ye Futian's right hand slid across the strings, and it was extremely smooth. With a flick of his fingers, there was a thunderstorm, and the terrible storm of piano sound directly blasted at the killing spell.  It was still Jian Guang, but it shattered and exploded at the same time, turning into spiritual energy and floating between the heaven and the earth.

    Everyone's eyes flashed, and Ye Futian's piano sound seemed to be suppressed by the coercion, but his attack was like a thunderbolt, directly crushing Gu Ming's magic attack, very domineering.

    After he hit it, he played slowly again, the sound of the piano was melodious, and the storm of the sound of the piano permeated between the heaven and the earth, spreading towards the surrounding heaven and earth little by little.

    Gu Ming frowned, and then the purple thunder sword between heaven and earth erupted again, this time becoming more violent, the terrifying killing power that covered the sky and the sun annihilated the void, and pressed towards the seemingly small figure.

    Ye Futian didn't raise his head, the strings vibrated, and the notes jumped. At the moment when the opponent's attack came, another terrifying piano sound bloomed. The invisible rhythm seemed to be integrated into the will of the prince, and it directly split the sword and wiped out the thunder.

    Everyone found that Ye Futian's temperament gradually changed. With the sound of the piano, he seemed to be transformed into a princely figure. He seemed small before, but now he is like an unshakable prince, as stable as Mount Tai, and no one can shake him. At the same time  , the storm of piano sound became stronger and stronger, gradually covering Gu Ming's body in it.

    "What a strong spiritual will." Everyone seemed to feel something. At this time, the space where Gu Ming was located seemed to have been shrouded in a blooming spiritual storm.

    Qin Mengruo walked out of the pavilion. Her figure was graceful and charming. At this time, her beautiful eyes were gazing at Ye Futian's figure. The sound of the other party's piano was so pure, as if no one could disturb his rhythm when playing.  Harmony, even Gu Ming's violent attack is not enough.

    The moment he played the piano, he seemed to be integrated with the sound of the piano.

    Gu Ming also seemed to feel the terrifying spiritual storm permeating the world, and the sound of the piano was contained in it, as if it might erupt with amazing power at any time.

    Mage Qinyin belongs to the spiritual department and has a strong mental attack. He naturally knows that the more he drags on, the worse it will be for him.

    A powerful princely will bloomed from his body, and his body seemed to become more majestic and mighty.

    Dong Huazong let him take action, how could Gu Ming not seize the royal luck, Ye Futian is the owner of the upper class royal luck, and those without royal luck will be crushed even if the realm is higher than him.

    Gu Ming's aura at this moment was even more terrifying. In the storm of Faxiang, the purple divine sword bloomed out, like the sword of a prince's thunder.  Incredible.

    Ye Futian didn't seem to see it, the strings were plucked, and when the storm of piano sound flowed, the thunder sword that was killing him was instantly annihilated.

    Gu Ming's face changed again, and Faxiang swallowed a stronger thunder sword. However, the moment the sword appeared, a terrifying storm of piano sound came and smashed it directly.

    Then a very strange scene appeared, Gu Ming's spell was destroyed immediately after being condensed.

    What's more frightening is that the sound of the piano became more and more passionate, rushing into Gu Ming's dharma image, destroying everything, Gu Ming only felt that the dharma image was about to collapse, and his soul was inIn the eyes of others, it's like chopping firewood. They use the opponent's powerful punches as firewood to chop.

    With one blow of the axe, the fist light was continuously split, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo, unstoppable.

    The expression of the strong man of Donghua Sect changed slightly, his body bloomed, and suddenly his terrifying fist erupted violently. Thousands of fist lights seemed to destroy everything, annihilate this void, and bombarded Yu Sheng's body.

    Yu Sheng's demon-like wings shone with terrifying brilliance, spinning in the void, and the battle ax in his hand swung unbelievably fast, leaving only the shadow of the ax in the sky, constantly chopping the fist light.

    "Is he fighting or chopping firewood?" Everyone showed a strange look when they saw Yu Sheng's attacking skills.

    The firewood was chopped clean, and Yu Sheng's battle ax slashed at the Donghua sect member.

    With a pop, a burst of blood burst out, and the strong Donghuazong's body exploded back, a bloodstain appeared on his chest, and he was almost split open as firewood.
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