Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

Chapter 628
"clang!"

Han Xiao flicked Fen Ji's blade lightly with his fingers, and the sound of clanging went straight to the sky.

Like a gold and iron horse, it vibrates out, and it must be completely opposite to the leisurely piano sound of Fairy Suwen.

If you want to decipher the artistic conception of Fairy Suwen's piano sound, you must crush it with your own artistic conception.

With the vibration of Fenji's blade, it resounded through the sky like a war drum shaking the sky.

Fairy Su Wen's complexion changed slightly, but her fingers were not slow at all, she played the piano repeatedly with her plain hands, and the melodious sound of the piano came quietly, hiding many murderous intentions.

But to outsiders, it sounds like the sound of nature, sweet and clear.

And the sound of Han Xiao flicking the sword, although there is no rules, but the blood is rushing, making people can't help the blood rushing, and there is an urge to look up to the sky and scream.

The two diametrically opposed artistic conceptions, through the sound waves, rippled in the void, and with the vibration of the ripples, all the audience seemed to be in an extremely contradictory space, with every movement and silence, but surprisingly harmonious.

"That Zhang Yunxiang is really a monster, he can even attack with sound waves!"

"Are you stupid? His attack is not a sonic attack, but a soul attack. Through the sound of flicking the sword, he conveys his own artistic conception and suppresses the opponent. From this point of view, the power of Zhang Yunxiang's consciousness is by no means superior to that of Fairy Suwen. Down."

"Noisy, it's annoying me to death." Xuanyuan Kuang frowned. In his opinion, there is no opponent that cannot be knocked down with one punch.

And Han Xiao and Fairy Suwen competed with each other in artistic conception, which really made him feel dizzy.

"It's still possible to explode such an artistic conception, these two little dolls are really amazing." On the referee's seat, the original three referees touched the stubble on their chins, "But if we continue to fight like this, we will have to fight to the end. when."

The eyes of the original eight referees flashed, "Look, they are going to get serious."

Sure enough, before the original eight groups of referees finished speaking, the speed of the two people on the stage suddenly became extremely fast, and the sound waves vibrating from their fingers became more and more dense, and the entire space was shrouded in sound waves. Among the ripples, even the defensive mask of the arena seemed to be a little on and off following the ripples.

Fairy Su Wen's long piano sound suddenly turned and became shocking and sonorous, as if there was a vibration of a mountain. Instead of the leisurely sound before, it turned into a surging momentum.

And with the change of Fairy Suwen's piano sound, Han Xiao's sound of flicking the sword also changed suddenly. His sound of gold and iron horse just now suddenly became ethereal, light, beautiful and pleasant, which made people feel refreshed.

The voice is still the same voice, but the artistic conception is very different.

"What's the situation?" Everyone was a little puzzled. It's unbelievable that the artistic conception of the two of them changed so synchronously.

But anyone can see that the two of them have become serious.

Fairy Suwen's zither sound is surging, like a mountain torrent erupting, with peerless shaking power, while Han Xiao's sword sound is soft and light, giving people a sense of ethereal and ethereal.

The battle of piano sounds, the battle of artistic conception, in the end, seemed to become a confrontation between the two in the sea of ​​spirits.

Whoever has a higher artistic conception can win this battle.

Fairy Su Wen's fingers vibrate the strings at a very high speed. Every movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water, as fast as lightning.

And Han Xiao still sat on the ground, flicking the sword leisurely, with a clear rhythm, his fingertips slightly touched the blade, and when he flicked it, it was really like flowing water, refreshing, hazy and peaceful, and people were immersed in it.

Even if the audience in the audience is like this, the two who confront each other with artistic conception can naturally understand the horror of the other party's artistic conception.

One careless move will definitely lose everything.

"Mr. Zhang is really amazing, let's listen to Su Wen's last quiz again!" Su Wen's eyes suddenly opened, and his jade hands slapped heavily on the nine strings.

In an instant, the peerless artistic conception turned into reality. Behind Fairy Su Wen, majestic mountains and surging seas appeared.

The sea was churning, the mountains were shaking, and they appeared in front of everyone's eyes in such a shocking way.

"The artistic conception of turning fiction into reality, this female doll is truly a peerless genius!" Not only the referees of this group, but also the referees of other groups and the eight elders in the chief referee's seat were shocked.

Just relying on the artistic conception of the sound of the piano, she can turn fiction into reality. It can be seen that her spiritual power has far exceeded the level of the three realms of refining gods, and even half of the warriors in the realm of destiny may not be comparable to Fairy Suwen.

Ye Canglang couldn't help but opened his eyes, and said lightly, "I'm not as good as her in terms of spiritual power alone."

"I really can't see that she is so strong." Dai Jiaojiao secretly squeezed Han Xiao's sweat in her heart, then looked back at Mingyue Qianlong, thinking that the power of Qianlong's divine sense was the same as that of this woman. Which one is stronger and weaker?I am afraid that at most it is evenly matched.

Above the entire arena, there are clouds and mist entwined above the mountains and the sea, which is extremely gorgeous and shocking. The artistic conception is suppressed. Seeing that Han Xiao's artistic conception is about to collapse.

boom!boom!boom!
The ethereal artistic conception of bright moon and clear stream, moon white and clear wind built around Han Xiao, collapsed, and the terrifying sound of the piano vibrated down, and even the ground of the ring was cracked inch by inch.

A smile hung on the corner of Fairy Suwen's mouth. It seemed that even a monster like Han Xiao was still no match for her terrifying artistic conception.

"Defeated, Zhang Yunxiang is still defeated after all."

"As the saying goes, the ruler is short and the inch is long. Zhang Yunxiang still has shortcomings after all, but it is an honor to be able to compete with Fairy Suwen in terms of artistic conception. Zhang Yunxiang is also an honor. And they Having obtained the qualification for qualifying, if they meet again in the qualifying match, Zhang Yunxiang will definitely not foolishly compete with Fairy Suwen in terms of artistic conception. At that time, who wins and who loses is still a matter of choice."

"It makes sense." All the geniuses nodded one after another. No matter how you look at it, Han Xiao's artistic conception has collapsed, and he no longer has the capital to compete with Fairy Suwen.

"Roar!--"

At this moment, a dragon chant quietly erupted from Han Xiao's body.

The next moment, behind Han Xiao, there was also a vision of ten thousand dragons soaring slowly, and his already turned into reality, as if he was carrying a whole world, forcibly withstood the mountain-shattering artistic conception of Fairy Suwen , hit it hard.

Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
……

Countless dragon chants resounded through the sky from the depths of Panlong Holy City. Han Xiao's artistic conception actually aroused the ancient dragon soul of Panlong Holy City.

If the artistic conception of Fairy Suwen is just turning fiction into reality, Han Xiao has now attracted the real ancient dragon soul, which is already many times higher than Fairy Suwen.

(End of this chapter)