Chapter 668 The Eighteen Breath Drum
When Wu Yingyue heard this, she couldn't hide her anger. She waved her sleeves vigorously, dropped them to the ground, and scolded in a crisp voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? Come out and see us. ? ”
The domineering power of the Tiangu is unparalleled. The stronger the realm, the more powerful the "feedback" of the drum is. It does not rely on brute force, and it does not depend on what you think you can do. Moreover, after surpassing the Lingtai realm, it is impossible to ring the bell. In the past few days, there are some genius disciples from various sects who refuse to admit defeat, but after taking the stage, they all lose their arrogance.
This person’s words sound not only arrogant but also ignorant.
“Wait a minute, this formation is a bit tricky!”
The formation light curtain behind the giant drum rippled.
“What happened?”
Wu Yingyue was summoning the courage to play the fifth melody in the venue. It can be said that everyone is watching, and more than two thousand people behind the glazed light curtain are watching. At this moment, seeing her suddenly stop talking and chattering, everyone felt a little strange, and whispered for a while.
"Which disciple of the sect is so ignorant of the rules? Why did he break in from the opposite direction of the formation?"
The Xuantian Sword Sect's headmaster Daozhen showed a trace of displeasure on his mean and unkind face. , he naturally saw that someone had entered by mistake, and he wanted to observe with Hunyuanxu's mind, but it was inconvenient to be blocked by the formation.
Song Tianxing, the master of Xuantian Peak who manages the order of the sect, bowed slightly and said with doubts on his face: "Senior Brother, the sect's discipline is strict. No disciple would go beyond it like this. I must..."
Back Looking at the disciples from the Discipline Hall, they quickly left.
“No need to go!”
Closing his eyes for a moment, he felt with mysterious thoughts, and the entire sect was sensing it. Supreme Elder Chu Zongwei suddenly opened his eyes, his expression A little weird, half-smiling or finding it funny?
The disciples of the Discipline Hall stopped and bowed to salute.
This was the first time for all the peak masters to see this expression on the face of the sect's most senior ancestor. They looked at each other for a moment. Chu Siniang, relying on her daughter's identity, complained: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Chu Zongwei did not answer, but looked at a group of old guys such as Li Guofu, ancestor of Lingyun Sect, not far away.
The father of Li Guo also stroked his beard and looked over, and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Time is also destiny! Let's see what he can do?"
What do the ancestors mean?
The elders and outstanding disciples of various sects couldn't help but become more curious, but they immediately saw that someone seemed to be intruding from the opposite direction of the light curtain formation.
"Buzz——"
The formation that did not have strong defensive capabilities was just Twilight suddenly tore a hole, and a man wearing a shabby robe, with a tall figure and a handsome face, had a four-dimensional look on his face. A young man who was divided into vicissitudes of life, perseverance and curiosity, jumped into the field. ()
A pair of eyes as deep as well water looked at Wu Yingyue.
This is a strange and beautiful young man, but he has an indescribable charm -
This is everyone's first impression.
Then,
Liu Qingfeng stood up suddenly, her eyes widened, she pointed her finger, and was speechless for a long time.
Chu Siniang, Ma Feng, Sang Tu, Nangong Wentian, Su Liuli, Wang Hui, Gongsun Li and others also stood up, breathing rapidly, as if they had seen a ghost.
"He..."
Song Tianxing, Yu Zhuji, Li Hanzhu, Bai Zong, and Shen Huansha are the eight successor candidates, including Bai Yan, Jiang Xiaoyu, Sun Changfeng, etc. The junior was dumbfounded for a moment.
"Senior Brother Xin!"
In Baimiao Peak, the stunningly beautiful Jiang Yuwei, with her bun in a high bun, was startled for a moment, then subconsciously took a step forward, her eyes red. This figure appeared in her field of vision countless times. He disappeared countless times...
"Brother Yuqing?"
Among the disciples of Yunwuhai, He Lianyou, who was dressed in white, was small and exquisite, and had a happy and sweet baby, blinking desperately .
“It’s him!”
Chen Changsheng of Haotian Sect, Xuanyuan Qingqing of Yunwuhai Sect, Baihua Fengyu of Hehuan Holy Sect, Monk Kudu of Leiyin Temple and others frowned in confusion.
We are familiar with each other at this moment. Anyone who survived the war ten years ago, who doesn’t know this person?
“Who is he?”
Xie Wujiang, the first rising star in the Haotian Sect and a martial artist who has made rapid progress, asked in surprise. "Xin Zhuo kills Tian Xie, Gui Qing Sect and Desolate Beast with one sword!"
...
Xin Zhuo didn’t know that there were people outside the light curtain. He had not stayed in the sect for a long time, and his understanding of the formation was also a novice. It was just the first time he approached Xuantian Terrace. I was attracted by this huge drum, so I stopped to watch Wu Yingyue playing the drum.
After that, I became very curious about the big drum.
He found that the ejection power of this drum was somewhat similar to the flawless attack left by the great emperor of Kuling River Stream thousands of years ago, but the attack of Kuling Mountain Stream was half a test and half a challenge. Killing abuse, this drum does no harm, it just feeds back the vicissitudes of life and the mysterious martial arts to cleanse the drummer's marrow. However, the power of this feedback is too much. It is beneficial to the drummer if it is within the tolerance range, and if it exceeds the tolerance range, it is beneficial. It's hurt!
"How?"
Wu Yingyue looked Xin Zhuo up and down. He seemed to be a good-looking young man, but he didn't know who he was. He was not annoying, but he was just talking nonsense and having high ambitions and low abilities. He sneered and said: "I'll give it to you, I'll wait." Your...general's order!"
"Be optimistic!"
Be careful before taking action, be afraid of death, be afraid of embarrassment, and never show your dignity in front of others, this is Xin Zhuo's style of doing things. He dared to boast about Haikou. Firstly, this woman was really bad at knocking. Secondly, he was certainly confident.
“Wait a minute!”
Wu Yingyue subconsciously glanced at the glazed light curtain and said: “Is this the junior brother of Xuantian Sword Sect? If you don’t knock well, try to please others, and then How? ”
Xin Zhuo also looked around with doubts, not knowing why, he couldn't help but chuckled: "It doesn't sound good, I will show you a weak horse-drawn carriage swing!"
In that dark place for ten years, he has already practiced A carefree way of speaking.
Wu Yingyue's eyes widened, and her face slowly turned red: "?"
"Ouch——"
Outside the glazed light curtain, there was a moment of noise, and many people only knew how to practice. , the young female disciple who was full of admiration for the opposite sex couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.
Only the ancestors of each sect frowned slightly. The sky drum...can you describe it by whether it sounds good or not?
A little below Xin Zhuo's feet, he was already in mid-air. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the giant drum, and the majestic power of Yin and Yang Tai Chi went straight to the drum surface.
This person returned ten years later and was already in the Lingtai realm.
Ten years after entering the Lingtai, this talent has surpassed that of divine bodies and bloodline geniuses. This miracle is his Xin Zhuo!
Behind the glazed light curtain, countless people who know each other can see clearly.
"dong——"
The drum suddenly made a deafening sound, and the "buzzing" echo echoed in all directions.
The lingering sound lingers for a long time.
Wu Yingyue, who was closest, changed her expression and immediately backed away, because the drumbeat of the person in front of her was different from everyone else. It was thick, low, and continuous, and it had the ability to hurt people.
Behind the glazed light curtain, the expressions of the disciples of each sect also changed. Not only was the sound of the drum particularly different, but also because the sound of the drum lasted for too long.
"...five, six, seven, eight, nine...eighteen..."
Someone counted silently until they reached eighteen breaths, and then the drums stopped.
Eighteen breaths!
The one whose drum sound lingered the longest before was Chen Changsheng, Seven Breaths!
Is something wrong?
In the field, Xin Zhuo closed his eyes silently, feeling the power of the drum's feedback, which was gradually changing his acquired impurities and waste meridians as well as the accumulation of martial arts practice for a long time. It was really wonderful.
Actually, his talent is not necessarily better than others, but the way he plays the drum is different. He uses the flawless attack method that imitates the figures when they break out of the Dry Soul Mountain Stream.
The eighteen-breath drum ended, he opened his eyes, clenched his fists, gathered the power of the spiritual platform, and punched three times in a row.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three consecutive sounds, dull and vibrating drum sounds spread in all directions.
(End of this chapter)