Not only them, there are many people, Peach Blossom Pavilion, Shadowless Valley, the top of the snow-capped mountains, the coast of the East China Sea, the sunny land, and the valley...

What exactly are these scenes appearing like a screen in my mind?

Those people and things, intertwined, come and go, intermittently, and intricately, how can we clarify them into a complete story?

It is hard to say that the distant sound of the Xuanyang zither evokes the memories and pictures that have long existed in the soul, or those memories and pictures are waiting for the complete handover between the Xuanyang zither and Yan Qingrui. In short, in the sound of the piano, Yan Qingrui felt a vast and vast, far beyond the wild and weird feeling of all her perception of this world.

But she knew that those were true!

When those pictures were alternately and when faces were constantly appearing in the minds, when the shadows of the blue lotus in the Xuanyang Qin sound went from real to virtual, from virtual to real, and from virtual to real, and illusion to the void, and when the throbbing and resonance deep in her soul, Yan Qingrui raised the Xuanyue Sword in her hand. The sword light was like a piece, white as frost, and with a destructive energy, towards the hall, the dark and gloomy aura, strange and dangerous rock like choosing people and devouring, slashed over.

At this time, Xie Wuxin still closed his eyes slightly, as if he had no sense of everything around him, but the rhythm between his fingers became more rapid, more distant, and more profound...

Bang……

The strong energy hit violently in the air.

Then, there was a scattered energy.

It was like two top masters who had a palm, and then the surrounding plants and trees were destroyed, the air shook, and the energy was twisted, spreading layer by layer to all sides.

The dust is flying, and the energy is scattered.

At this time, the moon outside was bright, but the bright edge of the moon seemed to have a hint of red halo.

Then, a very strange, inexplicable, very powerful energy spread like a lake, and also rushed towards everyone like a lake, as if to push everyone far away to the horizon. It was slowly, but it was stacked one after another, towards everyone sitting cross-legged there to exercise their skills.

Xuyun's face showed a serious look that had never been before, and he said in a deep voice: "Hao Yuan Shouyi and stick to the same place. As long as anyone retreats halfway, Xie Wuxin and Yan Qingrui will be dead, and they will be destroyed and will never be restored!"

He spoke clearly and slowly, serious and solemnly, and everyone heard it clearly, including Beichen and Xiaoqingyu.

Everyone's faces changed, and Shangguan Qianyu said, "How could this happen?"

Xuyun said lightly: "That's how it is!"

At this time, he changed his previous laughing and rogue appearance, stood there with his hands in his arms, and the white monk's clothes were automatically stern and solemn. Although he was still with that young face, he did have a bit of solemnity and solemnity.

At this time, the energy has arrived.

Since this matter is so important, no one present dares to be at all resentful and immediately uses all his skills to fight against that energy.

The energy is solid and pushed hard.

Everyone felt an extremely powerful oppressive force. This oppressive force seemed to be squeezing heavily, which made them difficult to breathe and almost couldn't hold back.
Chapter completed!