Chapter 269: Dragon Bone Heavenly Pillar (I)

The Lingwen people didn't look at their own results at all, they just kept dancing the sacrificial dance, the drumsticks turned into golden dragons in their hands waved happily, and they didn't know who created this set of dances, and they always came out with a drumstick when everyone thought it was the most unlikely.

"Knock! knock!"

The drum beat endlessly, and when the copper drum was pushed out, it was a brass face, and every time the hammer was struck, the copper drum would become hotter, and everyone didn't notice it at first, but later found out that the copper drum actually began to steam!

The hotter the copper drum, the more powerful it is.

Finally, when Lingwen struck out the eighteenth hammer, the entire copper drum had become red, and waves of heat swept through, and the roasted Wu Luo felt that his face was dry.

The power of that brass drum is incredible.

Lingwenren's dancing this time was also extraordinarily long, and finally he stood still for three breaths, as if everyone was ready, and raised the golden dragon drumstick in his hand high and fell down violently.

"Boom-"

A crimson sè sound bō. There was only one - not as continuous as before.

The sound bō is like a circular throwing knife, and it sweeps the entire clearing with a bang. Wu Luo and the others, who had been holding on, fell down with a bang, like wheat under a sickle.

Zheng Xinghún and the four of them screamed miserably, and were pushed out by the red sè sound bō, and slammed into the thick fog of the white sè. The white mist suddenly became as hard as a mountain rock, and the four of them crashed into it, leaving a deep mark that hung on it for a while without falling.

The sound of eating red sè was bounced off by the thick fog of white sè, and suddenly became confused, and it was divided into eight red sè ring-like bō movements, which swept back and forth in the open space, and the whistling sound was loud.

When it was over, no one could stand up.

Even Zhu Qingjiang and Xiang Yanyan sat on the ground, leaving a few deep cuts on their clothes.

Zheng Xinghún and Qiu Renhu fell down, Qiu Renhu was bleeding from his mouth, and after changing for a while, he took out the pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zheng Xinghún was better, gasped for a moment, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly sat up.

The two elders of Kongtong Mountain and Emei Mountain were on the side, and he stretched out his hand with great effort, and his expression darkened: "Both of them are gone." ”

The Lingwen stood proudly behind the bronze drum, holding the golden dragon drumstick in his hand. It seems that in this world, there is nothing that it cannot knock down.

Xiang Yan spat a mouthful of blood foam: "Lao Tzu fought with you!"

A hand gently pressed his shoulder: "Old Lu, let's share some of your medicine for everyone." ”

Lu Nianwu nodded weakly, and threw the elixir to everyone.

Of all the people, only one stood up.

Xiang Yanyan glanced at him: "Be careful. ”

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

The Lingwen people were surprised that there were still people who could stand up.

The heat of the copper drum had gradually receded, but the Lingwen people did not panic at all. It raised the golden dragon drumstick high, and the face, which had no facial features, once again showed a sarcastic look.

The white mist above his head was torn open by seven huge cracks, and in the cracks, seven identical copper drums rolled down.

"Knock knock knock ......" fell to the ground with a loud sound, and everyone screamed again.

Wu Luo's face changed slightly: "Come behind me!"

The sound bō is an indiscriminate attack, and Wu Luo can only block one position. Everyone knew that this was not the time to be polite, so they even crawled and hid behind Wu Luo, and there was Wu Luo blocking the sound in front of him, and everyone really felt a lot better.

Zheng Xinghún and Qiu Renhu still held on, and refused to go over because they wanted to save face. A burst of sound bō hit, and really their blood surged, and they couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.

In the surrounding white mist, a golden dragon gushed out, like a group of snakes.

The golden dragons formed a drum rack respectively. Lingwen used a drumstick a little, and seven huge copper drums flew up and landed on the drum stand.

The arrangement of the eight bronze drums is very strange, not horizontally lined up, but vertically together. Lingwen stood behind the eighth bronze drum, still stepping on the same set of Yu steps under his feet, and resumed the priestly dance.

"Boom!"

A drum sounded, and the sound bō came out of the eighth brass drum and rushed into the seventh, then the sixth, then the fifth...... Until the first one at the front, the sound wave exploded violently.

"Boom!" the drums thundered, and the explosion-like waves swept towards Wuluo.

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

Wu Luo had already invited the Divine Sword Heavenly Awakening in his hand, but in the face of such a sound attack, he felt a little powerless. He was indeed unfamiliar with the sound bō attack.

After thinking about his magic weapon spirit talisman, it didn't seem to be suitable.

Can Excalibur Heavenly Awakening deal with this sound bō attack?

When Wu Luo was hesitating, he suddenly felt the blue butterfly mark in his heart move slightly, and suddenly a strange feeling seemed to descend from the Nine Heavens Star Sea, enveloping his whole body.

It's both familiar and strange.

The sword intent is in the sky, a sword in hand, unstoppable!

All obstacles are cut off.

Wu Luo felt that his body was a little out of his control, and it seemed that a voice was constantly persuading him, and if he followed that feeling, he would be able to win.

He didn't want to, but he seemed to be trying his best to convince himself to succumb to the feeling.

It's really contradictory.

In the midst of such contradictions, he unconsciously raised the Divine Sword Heavenly Awakening. With a slight click, the tip of the sword struck into some mysterious place.

"Smack......

The powerful sound wave exploded to pieces, and it was as fragile as a stone that had burned all day.

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

"Boom!"

The second sound bō struck, and after the blessing of the eight brass drums, it turned into an even more terrifying sound wave and exploded.

All the people looked at Wu Luo worriedly, the previous sound wave, Wu Luo broke with weight, let everyone see hope, but this one is even more terrifying, can Wu Luo withstand it?

If Wu Luo can't stand it, everyone will have only one way to die.

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

Wu Luo was very unaccustomed to raising the divine sword Tianxing again, and the tip of the sword was a little.

"Smack!"

The sound wave shattered again.

The shattered sound wave was even more violent, sweeping past Wu Luo's side, and the people behind him were naturally unharmed, but Qiu Renhu and Zheng Xinghún were killed. Although the two of them tried their best, in the sound wave, they were still jolting, like two meat balls, being kicked and thrown around, and they were miserable.

During the flight, there were mouthfuls of blood spurting out, how miserable and miserable.

"Boom!"

The third sound bō is pronounced.

Qiu Renhu is the xìng son of the hero after all, he can bend and stretch, he cursed in his heart, and he didn't care about the revenge of killing the son, so he tried his best to hide behind Wu Luo.

As soon as he acted, Zheng Xinghún couldn't hold on, and he didn't want this old face anymore, so he came over without face and skin.

The sound wave after wave was higher, and Wu Luo was immersed in that wonderful feeling. This feeling seemed to tell him what the state of the real sword master was. But Wu Luo knows very well that it will never be so simple.

He always felt that this blue butterfly mark fell on him, which was not necessarily a good thing. So from the beginning to the end, I have always resisted.

But the yòuhuò of the blue butterfly mark is too big, this feeling Wu Luo has never experienced, it is the kind of hearty pleasure that I want to go to the world with a sword in my hand. I'm afraid that no one in this world has experienced it for tens of thousands of years. This is not the craft of this world at all!

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

......

Waves of sound exploded in front of Wu Luo, and the people behind him were worried again and again, but 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, on the eighteenth hammer, the Lingwen man stood still again, raised the drumstick high, and after a pause of three breaths, the hammer fell as lightly as a weight.

"Boom!"

The sound bō coherently passed through the eight copper drums that had turned into a crimson sè, and when it came out, the entire space was lit up by the sound wave of the crimson sè.

"Boom!"

The sky was filled with a sea of fire, and even the surrounding white fog turned into a blood-red.

The spatial cracks in the edge area crackled and appeared, and as soon as they recovered, another one followed.

The faces of Wu Qianshou and the others changed, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it destroys the world.

But such a powerful force, in front of the blue butterfly mark, is like a child.

When Wu Luo arrived here, he also had a kind of understanding: the blue butterfly mark was using this eight-sided copper drum to teach himself a kind of sword intent.

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

is the terrible crimson sè sound wave, in the eyes of Wu Luo today, it is also full of flaws.

Wu Qianshou and the others' faces changed miserably, thinking that they would not be spared this time, Wu Luo raised his hand and pointed out with a sword.

"Smack!"

The sonic wave exploded to pieces......

At that moment, the blue light film in Wu Luo's eyes receded, and the perception of everything around him returned to his body like a receding tide, and he "woke up".

Wu Qianshou and the others cheered, but Wu Luo was indifferent and slowly raised his head.

The face of the Lingwen man still carried a mocking god, and then his whole body was dismembered, scattered into countless spiritual texts, and slowly melted into the surrounding white mist.

Wu Luo looked up at the sky and said indifferently: "You think you can trick everyone?"

This is a clueless sentence, and the people who are excited are inexplicable. ro@。