Chapter 269: Dragon Bone Pillar (Part 1)

The spiritual scholar couldn't even see his own achievements. He just kept dancing the kind of sacrificial dance, and the drumsticks transformed by the golden dragon in his hand were happily waving. He didn't know who created this dance. He always suddenly came out when everyone thought it was the most impossible.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The drum sounds continued, and the bronze drum was in the color of brass when it was pushed out. Every time the hammer was hit, the bronze drum would become hotter. At first, everyone hadn't noticed it, but later they found that the bronze drum actually began to steam with hot air!

The more powerful the bronze drum is, the greater the power.

Finally, when the Lingwenren knocked out the eighteenth hammer, the whole bronze drum had turned red, and a wave of heat swept through, and the roasted Wu Luo felt his face dry.

The power of the bronze drum is already incredibly great.

The Lingwenren danced this time for a very long time. Finally, he stood still and took three breaths. He seemed to make everyone ready. He raised the golden dragon drumstick in his hand and fell down violently.

"Dong--"

There is only one red sound wave - not as continuous as before.

The sound waves were like a ring-shaped flying knife, sweeping across the entire open space. Wu Luo and others who had been persisting fell down with a bang, just like wheat under a sickle.

Zheng Xinghun and the four of them screamed, and were pushed out by the red sound waves, and they crashed into the white thick fog. The white thick fog suddenly became as hard as a rock. The four of them crashed in, leaving a deep mark, hanging on it for a long time and did not fall off.

The red-eating sound waves rebounded by the thick white fog and suddenly became chaotic. They differentiated into eight red ring waves, sweeping back and forth in the open space, making a loud whistle.

When it rages, no one can stand up.

Even Zhu Qingjiang and Xiang Kuangyan were slumped on the ground, leaving several deep holes on their clothes.

Zheng Xinghun and Qiu Renhu fell down, and blood flowed out of Qiu Renhu's mouth. After a while, they took out the pill from their arms and stuffed it into their mouth.

Zheng Xinghun was getting better. He gasped for a while, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth before slowly sitting up.

The two elders of Kongtong Mountain and Emei Mountain were on the side. He stretched out his hand to touch it with difficulty, and his expression dimmed: "They both are gone."

The spiritual literati stood proudly behind the bronze drum, holding the golden dragon drumstick in his hand. It seemed that there was nothing in this world that it could not knock down.

Xiang Kuangyan spat out a mouthful of blood: "I'm fighting with you!"

He gently pressed his shoulder with one hand: "Old Lu, please give you some medicine."

Lu Nianwu nodded weakly, touched the spiritual medicine and threw it to everyone.

Among all, only one stood up.

Xiang Kuangyan glanced at him: "Be careful."

Wu Luo nodded: "This thing is a group attack. You are with me and go with me alone, there is no difference."

Lingwenren was very surprised that there was someone who could stand up.

The heat of the bronze drum gradually faded away, but the Lingwenren was not panicked at all. It raised the golden dragon drumstick high, and a sarcastic expression appeared on the face without facial features.

The white mist on the top of the head was torn open seven huge cracks, and among the cracks, seven identical bronze drums rolled down.

"Dongdongdongdong..." The sound of falling on the ground was loud, and everyone screamed again.

Wu Luo's face changed slightly: "Everyone comes to me!"

The sound wave is an indiscriminate attack, and Wu Luo can only block one position. Everyone knows that this is not the time to be polite, so they roll and crawl behind Wu Luo. Wu Luo blocked the sound wave in front of him, and everyone felt much better.

Zheng Xinghun and Qiu Renhu were still holding on, desperate to save face and refused to go over. A sound wave came, and they were really surging with blood. They couldn't help but spurted out another mouthful of blood.

A golden dragon gushed out from the white mist around it, like a group of snakes.

The golden dragons formed a drum stand respectively. The spiritual literati used a drumstick to bite the drumsticks, and seven huge bronze drums flew up and landed on the drumsticks respectively.

The arrangement of the eight bronze drums was very strange. They were not arranged horizontally, but were shot vertically into a thread. The Lingwen man stood behind the eighth bronze drum, and still stepped on the Yu step under his feet and started the priest dance again.

"Dong!"

With a sound of the drum, the sound waves came out of the eighth bronze drum, rushed into the seventh bronze drum, and then the sixth, the fifth... and until the first one at the front, the sound waves burst out violently.

"Boom!" The drum sounded like thunder, and waves of explosion swept towards Wu Luo.

As soon as the drum sounded, the entire space trembled, and cracks appeared at the edge, but they quickly closed.

Wu Luo had already invited the magic sword Tianxing to his hand, but in the face of such a sonic attack, he felt a little powerless. He was indeed not familiar with the sonic attack.

I thought about my magic weapon talisman, but there seemed to be nothing suitable.

Can the Divine Sword Tianxing cope with this sonic attack?

While Wu Luo was hesitating, he suddenly felt the blue butterfly mark on his heart move slightly, and suddenly a strange feeling seemed to come down from the Nine Heavens Star Sea, covering his whole body.

Very familiar and unfamiliar.

The sword intent is in the sky, with one sword in hand, unstoppable!

All blocks are cut off.

Wu Luo felt that his body was a little out of control. It seemed that a voice was constantly persuading him. Following that feeling, he could win.

He didn't want to do this, but he seemed to be trying his best to convince himself to submit to this feeling.

It's really contradictory.

In such a contradiction, he unconsciously raised the magic sword Tianxing. He pointed the tip of the sword gently and hit some mysterious place.

"Bang..."

The extremely powerful sound waves were shattered, and they were as fragile as stones burned all day long.

Wu Luo's movements were still a little stiff, and he was still resisting this feeling and was unwilling to surrender.

"Dong!"

The second sound wave came, and after the blessing of eight bronze drums, it turned into an even more terrifying sound wave and burst out.

Everyone looked at Wu Luo with concern. The sound wave before, Wu Luo broke away with ease, giving everyone hope, but this one was even more terrifying. Can Wu Luo withstand it?

If Wu Luo can't stand it, everyone will have a way out.

Wu Luo's body was still a little stiff, and the feeling was very strange. His eyes seemed to be covered with a blue light film. Through this light film, he could see a slight crack in the sound wave: it was not impeccable.

Wu Luo was unaccustomed to lifting the magic sword Tianxing again, and the tip of the sword was slightly higher.

"Bang!"

The sound waves shattered again.

The broken sound wave became even more violent. After sweeping past Wu Luo, the person behind him was naturally fine. Qiu Renhu and Zheng Xinghun were hit by the sapling. Although the two tried their best, the sound wave was still bumpy, like two meat balls, being kicked and thrown around, and it was extremely painful.

During the flight, a mouthful of blood was spewed out, as miserable as it would be.

"Dong!"

The third sound wave is emitted.

Qiu Renhu was a hero after all, and he could bend and stretch. He cursed in his heart, and no matter how much he killed his son, he tried his best to hide behind Wu Luo.

Once he acted, Zheng Xinghun could not hold on anymore, and he didn't want this old face anymore. He came over with shamelessness.

The sound waves were higher and higher, and Wu Luo was immersed in that wonderful feeling. This feeling seemed to tell him again what the real sword master was in. But Wu Luo knew very well that it would not be that simple.

He always felt that the blue butterfly mark might not be a good thing to fall on him. Therefore, he has been very resistant from beginning to end.

But the temptation of the blue butterfly mark is too great. Wu Luo has never experienced this feeling. It is the pleasure of me going to the world with one sword. I am afraid that no one has experienced it in this world for tens of thousands of years. This is not the skill of this world at all!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

The sound waves shattered in front of Wu Luo. The people behind him were worried again and again, and Wu Luo did not disappoint them again and again. In the end, Wu Qianshou took the lead in cheering for Wu Luo.

It’s a pity that Wu Luo can’t hear it at all now.

Finally, when the eighteenth hammer arrived, the spiritual literati stopped again, raised the drumstick high, and paused for three breaths, and then took a light and heavy hammer.

"Dong!"

The sound waves passed through eight bronze drums that had turned red. When they came out, the entire space was ignited by the red sound wave.

"boom!"

The sky was filled with fire, and even the white fog around it turned into blood red.

The cracks in the space on the edge appeared crackling, and as soon as they recovered, another one appeared immediately.

Wu Qianshou and others' faces changed. This sound wave was not an exaggeration to say that it ruined the world.

But such powerful power is like a pediatric in front of the blue butterfly mark.

At this moment, Wu Luo also had an enlightenment: the blue butterfly mark was using these eight-sided bronze drums to teach himself a sword intent.

The sound wave attack of the bronze drum was, in the eyes of everyone, enough to destroy the world, but when it came to the Blue Butterfly Seal, it became the object of teaching.

Even the terrifying red sound wave is full of flaws in Wu Luo's eyes today.

Wu Qianshou and others changed their faces. When they thought this time would be inevitable, Wu Luo raised his hand and pointed it out with a sword.

"Bang!"

The sound waves exploded to pieces...

At that moment, the blue light film in Wu Luo's eyes receded, and all the perceptions around him returned to his body like a tide of ebbing. He "awakened" over.

Wu Qianshou and others cheered, but Wu Luo looked calm and slowly raised his head.

The spiritual literati still had a mockery look on his face, and then his whole body dismembered and dispersed into countless spiritual texts, slowly blending into the white mist around him.

Wu Luo looked up at the sky and said calmly: "Do you think you can tease everyone?"

This mindless sentence was inexplicably expressed by everyone who was excited.
Chapter completed!