Chapter 668 Eighteen-breath drum

Author: Beginning of Summer Rebirth

Chapter 668 Eighteen-breath drum

When Wu Yingyue heard this, she couldn't hide her anger. She swung her sleeves vigorously, dropped them to the ground, and scolded her in a crisp voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who are you? Come out and see me?"

The tyranny 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. It does not depend on what you think you can do. And after you surpass the Lingtai realm, you cannot beat it. In the past few days,

Come on, there are talented disciples from all sects who refuse to admit defeat, but all of them lost their arrogance after taking the field.

What this person said sounded not only arrogant but also ignorant.

"Wait a minute, this formation is a little tricky!"

The formation light curtain behind the giant drum rippled.

"What happened?"

In the field, Wu Yingyue was summoning up the courage to play the fifth rhythm, which was attracting everyone's attention. More than two thousand people behind the glazed light curtain were all watching. At this moment, seeing her suddenly stop her drumming and chattering, they all felt a little strange and whispered for a moment.

"Which disciple of the sect is so ignorant of the rules? Why did he break in from the opposite direction of the formation?"

Daozhen, the headmaster of the Xuantian Sword Sect, had a hint of displeasure on his mean and ungrateful face. He naturally saw that someone had entered by mistake and 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: "Brother, the sect's discipline is very strict. No disciple would go beyond it like this. I must..."

Looking back at the disciples from the Discipline Hall, they quickly left.

"No need to go!"

After closing his eyes for a moment, he felt with mysterious thoughts that the entire sect was sensing the supreme elder Chu Zongwei. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked a little weird, half-smiling but not smiling, or maybe he thought it was very interesting?

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.

Li Guofu also stroked his beard and looked over, saying in a vicissitudes of voice: "Time is destiny! Let's see what he can do?"

What do the ancestors mean?

The elders of each sect and the outstanding disciples couldn't help but become more curious, but they immediately saw that someone seemed to be breaking in from the opposite direction of the light curtain formation.

"Buzz——"

It's just that the formation that didn't have strong defensive capabilities when Twilight entered the scene suddenly tore a hole, and one person was wearing a shabby robe, with a tall figure and a handsome face, with a look that was four parts vicissitudes of life, one part perseverance and one part curious.

The young man jumped into the field. ()

A pair of eyes as deep as well water looked at Wu Yingyue.

This is a strange, beautiful young man, but he has an indescribable peculiar 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 were selected as the eight successors to the sect, including Bai Yan, Jiang Xiaoyu, Sun Changfeng and other juniors. They were stunned for a while.

"Senior Brother Xin!"

Bai Miao Peak, with high cloud bun and stunning beauty, Jiang Yuwei was startled for a moment, then subconsciously took a step forward, with red eyes. This figure appeared in the field of vision countless times and disappeared countless times...

"Brother Yuqing?"

Among the disciples of the Sea of ​​Clouds and Mists, 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 all familiar with each other at this moment, but who among those who survived the war ten years ago would not recognize 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 and Desolate Beast with one sword!"

…

Xin Zhuo didn't know that there were people outside the light curtain. He hadn't stayed in the sect for a long time, and he was a novice in the battle method. However, he was attracted by this giant drum as soon as he approached Xuantian Terrace, so

Stop and watch Wu Yingyue play the drum,

Afterwards, I became very curious about the drum.

He found that the ejection power of this drum was somewhat similar to the flawless attack left by the emperor of Kuling River Stream thousands of years ago. However, the attack of Kuling Mountain Stream was half a test and half a killing. This drum

There is no harm, it is just that the vicissitudes of life and the mysterious martial arts are fed back to the drummer, but the power of the feedback is too much. If the drummer can bear it, it will be beneficial, and if it exceeds the tolerance, it will be harmed!

"how?"

Wu Yingyue looked Xin Zhuo up and down. He looked like a good-looking boy in a young life. He didn't know who he was. He was not annoying. He was just talking nonsense. He had high eyes and low hands. He sneered and said: "I'll give it to you, I'll wait."

Your...general's order!"

"Just keep an eye on it!"

Making decisions before taking action, fearing death and embarrassment, and never showing off in front of others, are Xin Zhuo's style of doing things. He dared to praise Haikou because, firstly, this woman was really bad at it, and secondly, he was naturally sure of it.

"Wait a minute!"

Wu Yingyue subconsciously glanced at the glazed light curtain and said, "Is this the junior brother of Xuantian Sword Sect? What if you don't knock well and try to please others?"

Xin Zhuo also looked around with confusion, not knowing why, he couldn't help but chuckled: "It doesn't sound good, I will show you a weak horse-drawn carriage swing!"

During those ten years in the darkness, I had already developed a way of speaking without any scruples.

Wu Yingyue's eyes widened and her face slowly turned red: "?"

"Oh——"

Outside the glazed light curtain, there was a moment of commotion. Many young girl disciples who only knew how to practice and were full of longing for the opposite sex could not help but blush with shame.

Only the ancestors of each sect frowned slightly. The sky drum...can you describe it by whether it sounds good or not?

Xin Zhuo stood a little below his feet and 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.

When this person returns ten years later, he is already in the Lingtai realm.

Ten years after entering the spiritual platform, this talent has surpassed the divine body, and there are many 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 the closest, changed her expression and immediately backed away, because the drumbeat of the person in front of her was different from everyone else's. It was thick, low, and continuous, and it had the ability to hurt people.

Behind the curtain of glazed light, 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 started counting silently until they reached eighteen breaths, and then the drums stopped.

Eighteen breaths!

The person whose drum sound lasted the longest before was Chen Changsheng, Seven Breaths!

Is there 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.

In fact, his talent is not necessarily better than others, but the way he plays the drum is different. He uses a flawless attack method that imitates those figures when they broke out of the Kuling Mountain Stream.

When the eighteen-breath drum sound 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, dull and vibrating drum sounds spread in all directions.
Chapter completed!