[Kui Niu Demon King] and Feng Xingyue, Bi Xia, Xia Nishang and others, temporarily tied, and [Little Bodhisattva] alone against the [Shenmu Demon King] of the battle of music, but gradually fell into the downwind, the strength of the tearful listening Zen is between one to four great masters, but the [Shenmu Demon King] is the king of the demon race, the demon king realm is equivalent to the human race's martial king realm, the difference between the two sides is almost a big realm, if it is not the Wunian faction's [Sanskrit Nine Songs] is a Buddhist mastery, compared to the [Shenmu Demon King] self-comprehended [Erquan Yingyue] The song is much more subtle, but I'm afraid she won't be able to sustain it for so long.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the [Little Bodhisattva] Tearful Listening Zen shook slightly, and a drop of blood actually appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

This is a symptom of excessive concentration in chanting.

Tears listening to Zen's pretty face, but also gradually surging pale color, in the snow-white Zi clothes against the backdrop, the whole person is more and more holy, like a mortal Bodhisattva in general, the beauty is simply not forced to see, people can never forget it at a glance, for many people, the Buddha clothes wear on this delicate and unparalleled pretty nun body, but also has an unparalleled charm power.

Yuansheng Shenzi, who had been sitting quietly at the table next to him, had a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, took out an eight-finger-long tube of ink-colored bone Xiao from his arms, put it on his lips and blew it gently.

Yuansheng Shenzi is a very dashing character, every move is full of a strange rhythm, as if it is a definition of the word beautiful between heaven and earth, which makes people look extremely comfortable, his whole person seems to be shrouded in a layer of divine brilliance, outstanding, just now this series of actions is natural, flowing clouds and water, ink-colored bones Xiao is on the side of his mouth, a string of clear flute sounds, just like the clear spring water in the mountains on a bright moonlit night.

The sound of the flute was like a tide, rippling, and it joined the battle between Sanskrit and Erhu Yin.

Yuansheng Miko turned out to be a master of the sound rhythm attack technique.

The sound of the flute was melodious, and the silver holy light fluttered out from the ink-colored bones, the rhythm was soft and pure, flawless, and also rippling like ripples, and the golden Sanskrit sound was harmonized, and the power was doubled, and it gradually resisted the attack of the [Erquan Reflecting the Moon] Erhu Voice, and moved back to Yicheng.

"The Yuansheng Sect is really extraordinary, the strength of this [Yuansheng Shenzi] is unfathomable, obviously above Bi Xia, Xia Nishang and others, so that people can't see through the depths, the whole person is shrouded in divine radiance, as if the gods descend to earth, this kind of demeanor and temperament, even if it is [prodigy] Mu Tianyang, I'm afraid it's a little inferior, right?"

Ding Hao was secretly surprised in his heart.

Among the information collected by the Sword Sect about the leaders of the younger generation of the various sects, the information about the Divine Son and the Holy Maiden of the Yuansheng Sect is the least, only scaly claws, a few words, obviously not getting enough information, but the evaluation is extremely high, in addition to Mu Tianyang, the evaluation of the Asking Sword Sect for the Yuansheng Divine Son and the Yuansheng Holy Maiden is also at the [extremely dangerous] level, reminding Ding Hao that once he faces any of these two people, he must pay great attention.

"Listen to Zen sister, I wish you a helping hand for my brother. Yuansheng Miko smiled and spoke, with an extraordinary bearing.

In the process of speaking, Gu Xiao's voice has never been broken, and it is still melodious, which shows that his attainment in music and rhythm skills has reached a very deep level.

The [Little Bodhisattva], who was dressed in white and beautiful, only nodded slightly, but did not reply, and did not even open his eyes.

Ding Hao couldn't help but shake his head.

The super seventh sense given to Ding Hao made him suddenly feel that something seemed wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

After a while, the [Early Morning] Sword Falling City couldn't help but let out a long roar, and the giant knife came out of its sheath and joined the battle group.

The [One Sword Falling City Technique] of the [Slashing Sun City] that he cultivated is the most important thing to pay attention to the fighting spirit, the cultivation Dao is in the profound realm, once the battle intent is triggered, you can turn into a battle mad god, the fighting spirit does not stop, the battle spirit does not stop, the stronger the battle spirit, the stronger the combat power, it is said that when you cultivate to the advanced realm, the more serious the injury, the stronger the attack power, and when you are seriously injured, the strength can even be doubled.

The fighting spirit is naturally cultivated in countless battles.

Encountering this kind of Cheng dù's battle, it is like dry firewood encountering fire, the knife has been in the city for a long time, at this time, can no longer suppress the battle spirit in the heart, the long knife is horizontal, turned into a whirlwind, the sword is bright, and it takes the [Kui Niu Demon King].

Rumble!

The moment the long knife and the white bone giant rod collided, the sound was terrifying, like a crack in the sky.

is as strong as the [Kui Niu Demon King], and at this moment, his body was shaken, which shows the strength of the sword in the city.

Before, Feng Xingyun, Bi Xia and the Falling Star Holy Son and others were not good at strength, and when they encountered the strength realm of [Kui Niu Demon King] above them, there were tough opponents who liked to take the hard route, and it was always a little difficult, and now the addition of the knife to the city finally relieved their pressure, just like a strong MT meat character in the team battle, withstanding the bombardment of the [Kui Niu Demon King], and the exquisite moves of others can finally be used to their heart's content.

This battle group, the geniuses and powerhouses of the human race, finally gradually moved back to the situation.

And the other side.

With the support of [Yuansheng Shenzi], the [Little Bodhisattva] Tearful Listening Zen finally relieved the pressure, and the combination of the inky bone Xiao and the [Sanskrit Nine Songs] was able to resist the power of the [Divine Eye Demon King] song [Erquan Reflecting the Moon], and it seemed that it would not fall behind, but Ding Hao was keenly aware of the flaws in the cooperation between the two young geniuses.

[Sanskrit Nine Singing] is a Buddhist music rhythm battle skill, extremely solemn sù mu, there is a kind of compassion and compassion for the people and the implication is contained in it, and although the ink-colored bone Xiao of [Yuansheng Shenzi] contains the taste of Buddhist reincarnation and salvation on the surface, it is actually based on entering the WTO, wanton affection, and indulgence, which is fundamentally incompatible.

Ding Hao could feel this momentary flaw, and with the attainment of the [Divine Eye Demon King], he naturally grasped it instantly.

The rhythm of the erhu became abrupt, the voice changed suddenly, changing the previous quiet and elegant connotation, and suddenly became a golden iron horse and an iron-blooded galaxy, murderous and aggressive, the power of the sound wave increased several times compared with before, completely squeezing through the ensemble of tearful listening to Zen and [Yuansheng Shenzi], separating the two, and the majestic pressure overcame like a mountain and a sea.

[Yuansheng Shenzi] changed his complexion, no longer his previous chic and calm state, and his expression became solemn.