Chapter 412

Kill him a Ling Yun.

At this time, Lin Feng has a strong sense of killing, and the space is bleak. The peach blossoms around him are rustling, as if he is retreating from the idea of killing.

Yanyu looks at Lin Feng all his life with a faint smile on his face. Many people like to kill, but few people can really achieve their own way of killing, which can only be called good killing at most.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a demon who killed all the people and dyed the whole world, and finally disappeared. It is said that his way of killing and felling has broken through the sky and gone through the void. However, the legend is still a legend, and he has not been qualified to contact the horrible realm.

However, Lin Feng's experience has always forced him to go on killing. He does not want to kill people. Only by killing him can Yanyu really feel the killing from Lin Feng. Therefore, there is a conversation today. Since Lin Feng can't calm down and cultivate himself in reality, he will pull Lin Feng and send him to kill.

"A song from Fenglin."

Misty rain all his life to Lin Feng said, looking at the rain, Lin Feng nodded: "good."

Yanyu's whole life reached for a brush, and all the chess pieces on the table disappeared. The Guqin that Yanyu carried all his life was put on the stone table.

Lin Feng sat on the opposite side of Yanyu's life without moving. He just watched Yanyu plucking strings and playing music.

"Keng!"

The string fluctuated, and a clang sound rushed out. On the string, it seemed that there was a sharp light shooting out, which made Lin Feng's heart tremble.

The first sound of Qin is the sonorous meaning of killing and cutting, which needs to be absorbed.

"Keng, Keng, clang" was accompanied by the fluctuation of the string of Yanyu's fingers, and the meaning of killing was more and more obvious. Sitting opposite the Yanyu life, Lin Feng felt a rush of cold and cold, which made his heart rise and fall. Similarly, in his body, the same sharp spirit rushed out of the body and confronted the music.

Yanyu did not lift his head in his whole life, but kept fiddling with the string with ten fingers, which meant killing and cutting. The house was endless and constantly rushing out of the string.

Faster and faster, the misty rain fluctuates all the time, the fingers of the strings are accelerating, and the meaning of killing is becoming stronger and stronger.

Soon, taking Lin Feng as the center, the whole void was left with nothing but killing.

The ruthless killing of the gasification made a pure white cyclone, covering Lin Feng's body in which, as if killing the silkworm cocoon, extremely dazzling.

If someone else is here, he will find that the meaning of killing and cutting has turned into substance. Lin Feng is sitting there, but he has been wrapped up in the light of the real meaning of killing, and the meaning of killing is constantly penetrating into his body.

The surrounding peach blossom and peach trees are all full of holes, and they are pierced with tiny holes. Even if the peach blossom is to fall, it is also supported by the murderous spirit and stagnates in the void.

All things seemed to stop, but the killing was still the same.

Lin Feng tried his best to resist the killing. However, as his intention of killing became more and more serious, Lin Feng not only failed to resist it, but also closed his eyes. His mind was completely immersed in the killing which covered the world.

Yanyu raised his head all his life and looked at Lin Feng. The smile on his face became more and more prosperous.

Lin Feng enters the state faster than he imagined. No wonder he can have such a state at such an age, and his combat power is far beyond the realm. Lin Feng's understanding is extraordinary.

However, Yanyu did not stop his life. In his life, he met many talents. All of his three disciples were the best. Some inherited his martial arts and some inherited his piano skills. However, after contacting Lin Feng, Yanyu still couldn't resist his love for this younger generation.

It can be said that he likes Lin Feng's character better than his three disciples.

He was frank, clear-cut and resolute.

His eldest disciple is very gifted, but he is too resourceful to deal with affairs. Even his teacher has the same calculation.

His second disciple's talent is also good, magnanimous and decisive, but he is still not firm and persistent in many things and lacks a tenacity.

There are also three disciples Duan Xinye, kind, delicate and good at playing Qin, but after all, she is a daughter, so she has to play Qin and is not good at martial arts.

Lin Feng, with the advantages of his three disciples, had a slight affection for him when he saw him in the college examination for the first time in his life. In fact, Yanyu treated Lin Feng as his disciple in his heart. Otherwise, he would not have been able to teach him so hard. Every time Lin Feng called for a teacher, he would feel a ray of joy.

The artistic conception of killing will be wrapped in heaven and earth, the Qin music of misty rain life is still, as if it will never stop.

Lin Feng's eyes closed, allowing the intention of killing to infiltrate into his body, listen attentively, and feel with his soul.

"This piece of music is playing with more and more music. The intention of killing will never stop. I'll see how long you can understand it."

Misty rain sighed all his life, his eyes, also slowly closed, heart, to play.

The world of Qin music is Xiaosha, which has no ending. It is an endless music. The sound of Qin music can enhance the meaning of killing infinitely.Time passes in imperceptible, two people in peach blossom forest, seem to have forgotten everything, all closed eyes.

One player plays and one listens. In addition, Xiao Sha is the only one in the world.

Outside the peach blossom forest, the crowd of Tianyi college in the distance looked up at the sky above the peach blossom forest with a bit of shock in their eyes.

"What a killing intention

Many people trembled in their hearts. In that direction, a murderous storm rose in the sky and rushed to the sky. The real intention of killing was to sweep and howl there. The area became a vacuum, only killing intention.

"What's going on?"

More and more people feel this powerful killing intention, and their eyes are full of shock. The killing idea is too terrible. It turns into extinction, and the space will be silenced.

At this time, a figure jumped into the air, a huge stone in his hand was thrown out directly, and went towards the white mans of killing in the void.

The eyes of the crowd were all looking at the huge stone. When he came to the white mansions of killing, he was instantly ground into pieces by space, and there was no residue left. Only the killing intention remained.

In the sky over a manor of Tianyi college, a powerful and incomparable murderous storm has formed, which shocked all the people in Tianyi college.

Innumerable people all around the peach forest manor to see what happened.

And at this time, in the void, a figure stepped on the sky, looking at the murderous storm, frowning.

"Vice president, it's the vice president." The crowd saw the figures whispering in the void, and they wanted to know what the murderous storm was.

Long Ding's eyes glanced at the crowd and said in a loud voice: "the dean is practicing, which leads to the birth of this killing intention. It's nothing strange. Let's go."

"It's the dean who is practicing. No wonder." Yesterday, many of the powerful people who sit in the wind and kill each other know that they are strong enough to ride on the misty mountain.

"It's only when you practice that the Dean can create such a big sensation. I'm afraid that as soon as I enter it, I'll be torn to pieces."

Many people show a deep fear of the color, in this touch of fear, there is reverence for the misty rain life.

Two people in the peach blossom forest are still closed eyes, now, this has been a whole day passed.

Misty rain life appeared on the face of a wisp of pale color, seems to be very difficult.

Qin music, does not consume real yuan, but consumes mind and spirit. Especially for the music of killing and fighting, it consumes a lot of mind. Ordinary people can't support it after playing for a moment. Yanyu has great strength in his life, but he has never played a single piece for such a long time. At this moment, he feels exhausted and powerless.

But his fingers, which plucked the strings, were steady.

Lin Feng, since he can continue to understand, how can he not achieve it? Although he stops at the moment and does not let Lin Feng wake up from the realization, the murderous storm will still be there, but it will slowly fade away. It is not as real and strong as the artistic conception of killing when he continues to play piano music!

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