At this time, Ye Futian was still sitting there quietly. He was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. His slender fingers danced on the strings. The terrifying scene in the sky didn't affect his playing at all.
At this time, he was serious and focused. He wouldn't change his expression even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. He just played his piece quietly.
At this moment, everyone seemed to be immersed in a strange artistic conception. They felt pity for Ye Futian, as if they were worried that he would be swallowed by the torrent and turned into dust.
Above Ye Futian's head, the strange phenomenon became more and more terrifying. The matrix that swallowed endless Spiritual Qi was like a wild beast that could destroy everything.
Finally, Qian Shanmu's fingers drew across the strings of the zither. A terrifying spiritual intent wrapped around the storm above Ye Futian. Dark clouds covered the city and the sky darkened. It was as if a demon had descended. Thunder roared and the wind howled. Then, it rushed down towards Ye Futian.
Everyone tensed up and stared at the scene before them. It was too terrifying. Could someone in the Dharma Plane really fight against this?
Even a genius in the Lower Arcana Plane couldn't withstand an attack of this level.
The storm that could destroy everything descended. Luo Junlin from the Royal Xuan Temple's eyes were extremely cold and he clenched his fists. He wanted Ye Futian to be destroyed and killed in this storm. Only then could the Nandou Nation's crisis be resolved. Otherwise, Ye Futian would settle the score sooner or later.
On the College's side, Tang Ye, Su Muge, and the others didn't sympathize when they saw this. If Ye Futian was really killed like this, it would only be because of his own stupidity.
Just as the storm landed on top of Ye Futian's body, the formless sound wave that had been spreading around Ye Futian suddenly let out a sharp sound. A formless spiritual storm whipped up around his body. Any spell that came near him would be directly cut and then turned into scattered Spiritual Qi. The storm wrapped around Ye Futian's body and flowed around him.
As a result, under everyone's gaze, they saw an extremely shocking scene. The destructive power that seemed like the end of the world descended, but it was constantly being cut by the spiritual storm. As he played the guqin, he seemed to have unknowingly set up a terrifying spiritual defensive power around his body, which could destroy all spells that came at him.
Spells were driven by mind power. Even if a spell formation was carved to release a spell, it would still be driven by mind power. Powerhouses who were good at using mind power could also use mind power to destroy spells.
The sound of the guqin became more and more urgent. The matrix above Ye Futian's head released a frenzy of spells to attack him. However, Ye Futian's fingers moved faster and faster. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, playing a magnificent piece of music.
No matter how fierce the storm is, no matter how fierce the waves are, I will not move. No power is enough to shake him.
At this moment, the handsome figure faintly exuded the might of a noble.
"What a powerful defensive technique." Everyone stared ahead. Although he was using the power of a noble ritual implement, it could be seen that Ye Futian was extremely proficient in music. He said that he did not understand music purely to mock Qian Shanmu.
At this moment, Qian Shanmu's heart was also slightly shaken. Ye Futian played the guqin. There was nothing special about it, but he first built up a defense. As a musical sorcerer, Ye Futian knew what musical attacks were. Direct mental attacks were extremely threatening. Su Muge could not withstand a single blow from such an attack.
However, Ye Futian's first defense was his mind power. It was as if there was a coiling dragon guarding his mind, making it difficult to invade.
The second type of attack was, of course, to use music to trigger sorcery attacks. Ye Futian had also set up his defenses. He used his Spiritual Energy to form an invisible storm that cut off all sorcery that got close to him, preventing them from getting close to him.
Not only did Ye Futian understand music, but he was also well-versed in the way of music.
This was something that Qian Shanmu had to admit.
Of course, knowing was one thing. Ye Futian could defend against his musical attacks. This was Ye Futian's ability. Even with the help of a ritual implement, it still could not hide his attainments in music.
Even spells cast by matrices could not break through Ye Futian's defense. Qian Shanmu understood that it was almost impossible to use music to trigger spells to defeat him.
Then, there was only one method left. It was also the basis to truly measure how strong a person's attainments in music were. Using music as artistic conception to influence, control, or kill.
Back in the Qin imperial palace, Ye Futian had done this to Gu Ming. Under the control of his music, Gu Ming could not resist the artistic conception and actually knelt on the ground.
Qian Shanmu's attainments in music were naturally unquestionable. His fingers changed and plucked the strings. Unknowingly, the sound gradually changed.
With Qian Shanmu's playing, his body seemed to have gained a bit of holiness. He shone brightly. There was even a strange image in many people's minds. Qian Shanmu's body was faintly emitting thousands of rays of light.
Then, phantoms appeared one after another. They were all Qian Shanmu's silhouettes.
"Holy Sound."
Not many of the people present had seen this song before, but Hua Qingqing was clearly one of them. This song contained a very strong artistic conception. It was an attack song.
In a musical contest with Ye Futian, Qian Shanmu actually played this song.
In Hua Qingqing's consciousness, an image also appeared. Qian Shanmu shone brightly like a saint. When he spoke, it was like the words of a saint. When he waved his hand, it was like the will of a saint. Suddenly, sharp swords and stampeding divine beasts appeared and charged towards Ye Futian.
At this moment, Ye Futian felt the most intense artistic conception. This was because this song was attacking him.
He seemed to see Qian Shanmu turn into a saint. Light enveloped him. The saint's words turned into sharp swords and charged towards him. The saint's will turned into dragons, phoenixes, and qilins. At this moment, he seemed extremely small and could collapse at any time.
At this moment, countless people had the illusion that Ye Futian was like a weak scholar. How could he fight against a saint?
He could convict him with one word and take his life with one thought.
However, the frail scholar continued to play quietly. In the face of this violent storm, he continued to compose a piece of music that belonged to him.
Under his music, the sharp swords dissipated and the attacking demonic beasts were destroyed. No matter how fierce the attacks were, he remained unmoved.
From him, from Ye Futian's music, everyone seemed to see a kind of spirit.
Gradually, Ye Futian's music became more resounding but still stable. It increased bit by bit, destroying the musical attacks. At the same time, he guarded his heart and did not waver.
As his music pierced through the air, everyone faintly felt that the weak scholar seemed to be growing. He grew in the storm. He had the spirit of a scholar and was full of energy.
Noble will filled his body. Ye Futian's temperament became more and more outstanding. It was as if he was changing unknowingly. But he was still so determined.
An insufferably arrogant spirit gradually seeped out of him. The weak scholar seemed to have grown under the baptism of the storm. He finally stood at the center of the stage and challenged the high and mighty figures.
Some of the more powerful figures were not completely affected by the artistic conception of the music. They were still thinking. From Ye Futian's music, they seemed to have experienced a baptism of life and growth. The music was like a process, a process of growth. It was a wonderful feeling, but it felt so natural.
The music was still becoming resounding and intense until it pierced through the sky.
In the minds of the crowd, they seemed to see the growth of a young man from the Noble Plane to the emperor. He cut his way through all obstacles, not fearing any obstacles. Chaotic heaven and earth, he controlled the sky.
At this moment, the young man no longer looked like a weak scholar. His back was straight and his body was like a dragon. There seemed to be a dragon's roar in the music. The emperor's will surged out and ruled the world.
The spiritual energy that attacked Ye Futian was continuously destroyed and shattered. The music that kept getting louder and louder was like the cavalry of an emperor. In the illusory scene, Qian Shanmu and Ye Futian were facing off, like a saint and an emperor.
What was music? Real music followed the artistic conception and completely brought people into the world of music.
Qian Shanmu said that he did not understand music. In terms of killing and changing musical techniques, he was not as good as Qian Shanmu.
However, in the past year, he had a deeper understanding of music. In terms of artistic conception, he was confident that he could not be defeated.
The music formed by the combination of Chaotic State and the World, coupled with his innate will, could not be defeated. He integrated the Imperial Tactics into the music, causing the artistic conception to become stronger. Moreover, people would only think that this was the artistic conception brought about by the music itself. They would not think that it was the effect of the technique.
In the illusory image, two huge figures seemed to appear. They wanted to make the sky crawl under their feet.
The two figures' wills continued to grow stronger. However, the saint's figure had been like this from the beginning. The emperor's figure seemed to be constantly growing until it could finally break through the sky and control the world.
The vast space froze. At this moment, everyone could feel the artistic conception contained in the music and the situation of the confrontation.
Ye Futian was actually using pure music to fight against Qian Shanmu.
The figure was now infinitely tall. As the music continued to rise, the emperor's will continued to grow stronger.
Finally, with a formless vibration, the saint's body collapsed. Then, Qian Shanmu felt an irresistible pressure descend.
Clang …
Gu Se let out an ear-piercing sound. Countless eyes froze there.
The string had broken.
Qian Shanmu's hands froze. With a muffled groan, he spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the Gu Se red.
The number one musician of the younger generation in the Ancient Barren World had lost to Ye Futian, a disciple of the Cottage, in a pure battle of music.
At this moment, Qian Shanmu remembered what he had said to Ye Futian in the Qin palace. You don't understand music at all.
If he didn't understand music, who did?
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