The men looked at each other, raised their weapons and chopped down at Wen Yuchu's guqin.

boom--

With the violent and stirring sound of the piano, those people were instantly backlashed and were thrown to the ground. Blood oozed from their eyes and severe pain came from their sea of ​​consciousness, making people feel as if they would rather die than live, and they screamed miserably.

Wen Yuchu's fingers never stopped on the strings. Blood gradually seeped out of his fingers, and the half of his handsome face that was exposed lost its color. His lips were extremely pale, but his eyes were as dark as the abyss. His narrow eyes were slightly raised with a half-smile.

This piece of music, "Disaster", is a song that has been passed down from ancient times.

He had paid a huge price for it.

It is also the most difficult and dangerous piece of music to practice among the music scores in his collection.

He started playing "Disaster" three years ago, and today was the first time he played it in front of people. No matter what, he had to finish playing this song "Disaster".

He opened his lips slightly: "When disaster strikes, all living things perish. When music sounds, all living things leave. Think about it, remember it, eliminate it, and get rid of it. Disasters are determined by heaven, and misfortunes are determined by man..."

He spoke slowly while plucking the strings of the zither.

Everyone just felt a splitting headache.

The wound area also felt a dense and burning pain, which made people feel like dying. Many people cried and held their heads in pain.

At this moment, when Chen Yan and the others saw Wen Yuchu's fingers bleeding, they felt quite complicated, because Wen Yuchu regarded his hands as his life, and they didn't expect that he would...

They were wearing earplugs and did not realize how terrifying Wen Yuchu's piano sound was, but after seeing that the members of the Wuxiang team were also affected, they realized how powerful Wen Yuchu's sound attack was.