Di Shuye looked at the two oncoming horses with solemn eyes, even at this moment, he still hadn't fully woken up from the shock of the scene just now.

For a long time, Di Shuye thought that when his cultivation power reached the seventh level, he was an absolute master, even if he was a saint with an eighth level of cultivation power, he was not much stronger than it, and the clinker ...... Shuzong Yan Wolf and Yan Huan are two literary and opera stars, one makes "Falling God Fu", and the other makes "Chivalrous Travel" and "Zongma Jianghu", the two complement each other, but in the face of the "Eight Horses" of the sage Tang Ao, it was an instant fiasco!

"Choking"

Drunken Fufeng suddenly pulled out a broadsword from his back, his eyes burst into a fiery light, and he stared at the two oncoming horses.

"It's been three years, and I can finally test what I've learned!" Drunk Fufeng shouted in his heart, since he entered the ranks of seventh-level masters three years ago, now three years have passed, and no one knows how far he has cultivated.

"It seems that Senior Brother Fufeng really wants to fight with him, in this case......" Di Shuye keenly captured the excitement and heat in Drunken Fufeng's eyes, and thought in his heart.

"Senior brother, you use the "Wuxiang Qin Score"..."Drunken Fufeng took two steps forward, blocked in front of Di Shuye, and shouted in a low voice without looking back, and then his voice was stunned, and he said: "Forget it, sing "Song of the Great Wind"!"

Di Shuye had never exposed the demon erhu in front of the people of the Qin Sect, but Zui Fufeng had seen the demon erhu, and he also knew that the demon erhu was in Di Shuye's body, but now that this situation is like this, Zui Fufeng chose to help Di Shuye keep it secret.

"Song of the Great Wind" is a well-known song by the disciples of the Qin Sect, and the effect of the song is similar to the effect of "Xiaolou Night Rain" in Di Shu Night Demon Erhu, but compared to "Xiaolou Night Rain", it is 108,000 miles worse. Ping said that the disciples of the Liqin Sect all played with musical instruments, and at this time, Drunken Fufeng did not want Di Shuye to expose the demon Erhu, he knew that Di Shuye knew how to attack with vocal music, so he commanded.

"Okay!" Di Shuye nodded, the meaning of drunken Fufeng was obvious, he wanted to try this alone to deal with this Tang Ao.

"Vocal attack?" Di Shuye smiled slightly, looking up at the two horses that had arrived in front of him.

The two exchanged knowledge for a short moment, and at a distance of less than fifty meters, Tang Ao's two horses arrived in two leaps.

"Hiss......"

The two horses neighed with their heads held high, their manes tumbling and rolling, and the wild hairs around their necks suddenly shot out, and the manes turned into sharp iron thorns the moment they left the horses' necks, flashing with cold light and piercing towards Di Shuye and the others.

"After killing you, I'll see if I can conjure it up again!" Drunken Fufeng snorted coldly, and slowly raised the broadsword in his hand, at this time the broadsword in his hand seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties, and Drunken Fufeng looked a little difficult, but the broadsword was still lifted inch by inch, and gradually, the tip of the sword was finally erected, and on the tip of the sword, there was a layer of black and white hemispherical light mask.

"It's such a strong fluctuation of cultivation power!" Di Shuye behind him was shocked, "It's my turn!"

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying...... the vigorous and heroic singing voice suddenly burst out from Di Shuye's mouth, as soon as the song came out, the wind suddenly rose within a radius of dozens of meters, and the dark clouds gathered overhead.

"People from the Qin Sect?" Tang Ao and Tang Xun were stunned at the same time, this kind of pure vocal attack on other sects could not do.

With Di Shuye's singing, the wind quickly turned into a hurricane, and the hurricane turned into two tornadoes in an instant, one of the two tornadoes rushed towards the hemispheric black and white light shield at the tip of the Drunken Wind Sword, and the other spun and rushed towards the two horses.

The black and white light instantly became solidified, and the two horses that were whispering and shaking their hooves not far away were swept away by the tornado, and their momentum fell a lot.

The most basic effect of "Song of the Great Wind", weaken and amplify, weaken the enemy's attack, and amplify the attack of allies!

"Jingle Bell"

A burst of crisp sounds sounded intensively, and the black-and-white light shield of the tip of the Drunken Wind Sword actually blocked the sharp needles that countless horsehair had transformed.

"Weiga Hai Nei ......"

The second sound rose again, and the dark clouds that had originally gathered on the top of this space suddenly moved, and covered indiscriminately with the momentum of crushing the city at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the shape of the dark clouds is exactly as described in the song, Weigahaine. The power of heaven and earth is something that human beings can never resist, and even this not too low overhead dark cloud can't help but make everyone in the audience feel bored. But ordinary animals, but the most afraid of the changes of heaven and earth, the two horses were overshadowed by the black clouds, although they were illusioned, but after all, they had the surname of the horse, and the momentum at this time was already less than one of ten.

"Break the city and slash!" At this time, Drunken Fufeng was not like others, on the contrary, there was a sunny sky above his head, and under the effect of the double amplification, the strongest sword of Drunken Fufeng was finally condensed.

"Homecoming......

Di Shuye's singing also reached the end of a sentence, as soon as the three words came out, the heavens and the earth all turned and the stars moved, dazzling but dizzying, but if you look closely, there is an indescribable weirdness, whether it is the wind or the clouds, it seems to have a certain trajectory.

Floating clouds cover the eyes, the wind is charming, and although Tang Ao, who is not far away, is very little affected, but after all, he is still affected.

The timing of the drunken wind was extremely accurate, and the broadsword carried the momentum of thunder, and the two horses slashed through the throats of the two horses with two pops.

"Hiss......"

The neighing of the two horses stopped abruptly, and a 'bang' dissipated in mid-air, Di Shuye's singing stopped abruptly, and the changes in heaven and earth also dissipated instantly, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"At a young age, he actually has the strength of the late seventh level of cultivation power, good boy!" Tang Ao looked at the drunken wind coldly, and slowly put away the "Eight Horses" in his palm, Di Shuye's eyes were sharp, and he was surprised to find that a little wet spot appeared on the back of the "Eight Horses".

"Senior brother, in just three years, you have actually reached the late stage of the seventh level?" Di Shuye was also taken aback, and asked in the voice, in the past three years, Zui Fufeng has also not shown his strength in front of anyone, and this kind of cultivation speed, even a genius is not as good as it.

"It's just a fluke, or thanks to the black and white pig ......" Drunken Fufeng smiled bitterly, Di Shuye's vocal attack just now also shocked him.

"Hehe, old thing, it's really you, you have trained such a great disciple, why, how long are you going to hide?" Tang Xun looked at Di Shuye deeply, suddenly raised his head, and suddenly shouted.

"Haha, old boy, you are wrong this time, he is not my disciple!" A loud laugh came, and a person in the distance came from the void, wearing a blue-gray robe, it was the bell ringer.

"Master Ancestor ......" Drunk Fufeng was surprised, Di Shuye also bowed down and shouted, before Tang Ao shot at the two of them, the bell ringer suddenly lost his voice, how could Di Shuye believe that the bell ringer would stand by and watch? The only explanation is that the bell ringer wants to take this opportunity to test the cultivation of Drunken Fufeng, why not test himself? Joke, Drunk Fufeng has long been a seventh-level master, and Di Shuye has obviously not entered the eyes of the bell ringer.

"You two are very good!" The bell ringer seemed to be very happy, and after falling from the sky, he nodded towards Zuifufeng, and looked at Di Shuye with some surprise, and then looked at Tang Xun, who had never moved a hand, not far away.

"Such an outstanding disciple, isn't it your apprentice?" Tang Xun pointed at Drunken Fufeng, because he believed that Di Shuye was not the apprentice of the bell ringer, what Di Shuye had just performed was a vocal attack, and many people knew about the matter between the vocal and instrumental veins of the Qin Sect a hundred years ago.

"Fufeng is indeed not my apprentice, he is my apprentice. The bell-ringer was obviously very familiar with this Tang Xun, and he did not shy away from talking.

"That'...... What about this little guy, are you vocal and instrumental musicians ......" Tang Xun pointed to Di Shuye and asked puzzled.

"Hehe, I can't tell you this......" The bell ringer laughed, and was about to speak, when suddenly a voice in the distance seemed to be rolling thunder, rushing in.

"He's my apprentice!"

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