In the eyes of a few people in the distance, they saw Feng Chanzi going crazy, and his body swept into turbulent waves...... And Zhou Dong walked very steadily step by step, and after a few steps, Feng Chanzi's "Tengteng" kept retreating, retreating farther and farther, and it was close to the mountain wall behind him.

The anger in Feng Chanzi's heart became stronger and stronger, and his whole body suddenly jumped back in the air, slammed into the mountain wall, and threw a punch with a "bang", "boom" like an earthquake, and the entire cave trembled repeatedly.

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

Feng Chanzi's face turned blue, and he stretched out a foot again and kicked it hard against the mountain wall:

"Fuck, I'm pissed off. ”

After scolding these Feng Zenzi, Huo Ran turned his head to look at Zhou Dong who was not far away, and said with his finger hatefully:

"You—You're not human......"

Everyone was stunned, and listened to Feng Zenzi continue:

"You're a goblin, otherwise how can you see through where my footwork formation is step by step?"

Feng Chanzi's madness was terrifying, and the others in the cave were surprised and amused. A dignified Da Luo Jin Immortal was squeezed into this way by Zhou Dong, and Qing Liuhuo bitterly held back his laughter in his stomach.

Secretly making eye contact with Zhou Dong, Qingliuhuo gave Zhou Dong a fierce thumbs up, and then stretched out two fingers and shook them vigorously, indicating that the two balls of Hongmeng Xuanqi had arrived.

Zhou Dong also smiled, and his heart was full of joy.

His Moon Charm Strongbow can be upgraded again.

The elder with long eyebrows and the purple-robed immortal at the top glanced at each other with shocked expressions.

Feng Chanzi's formation is already only inferior to the two of them, but Fang Cai's footwork has been squeezed step by step, and the secret technique of a strange body cannot be brought into play at all, and the immortal who has reached the realm of the ancient well without waves is forced to anger and curse by Zhou Dong, which can be anxious and moving.

The purple-robed immortal couldn't see the foreign appearance of the junior disciple below, and shouted in a low voice: "Feng Chan, come back." ”

Hearing the call of the purple-robed immortal, Feng Chanzi took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions vigorously, returned to a clear look in his eyes again, walked in front of Zhou Dong and took a deep look, and said with a wry smile:

"Uncle Shi, it's not that I mean to offend, it's really that your methods are too magical, and they are really infuriating, so I really can't control myself, please don't blame Uncle Shi. ”

Zhou Dong couldn't help laughing and returned a salute:

"Shangxian footwork is amazing, I know the meaning of the ancient formation, if I don't seize the opportunity step by step, when you unfold the ancient formation formation, I will lose to the extreme, and I will be forced by you to be forced to do it. ”

Zhou Dong's sentence regarded Feng Chanzi as a strong opponent who was evenly matched...... The sentence gave this immortal enough face, Feng Chanzi felt much more comfortable in his heart for a while, smiled and waved his hands and retreated, returned to the futon and sat down again.

Zhou Dong was victorious but not arrogant, his words were modest, and a faint smile appeared on the faces of the long-eyebrow old man and the purple-robed immortal at the same time.

The two glanced at each other, and the purple-robed immortal saluted slightly upwards and said:

"Master, I am the only one left with our senior brother at the moment, but I really don't have confidence in my heart for this little uncle...... I'm afraid it will make Master lose face. ”

The old man with long eyebrows sitting at the top led slightly.

His two apprentices lost, but he wasn't too frustrated, after all, those two were still beginners.

And he, a purple-robed disciple, has been following him for a long time, and his cultivation has been astonishing the world, and his formation level is much higher than those two disciples.

Those two can't do it, maybe this disciple is not sure.

"Deadwood, you take it upon yourself and do your best. ”

The elder of the long eyebrows instructed.

At this time, Qingliuhuo also had a solemn look on his face, and walked to Zhou Dong's side and whispered:

"Brother, my Dead Wood Master and nephew's cultivation is unfathomable, and the skill of the Spirit Array has actually touched the edge of the fifth-level Spirit Array, to a certain extent, he is enough to transcend the identity of the master and rank among the Array Dao Grandmasters.

This level should be regarded as a sharpening practice, do your best, anyway, we have two balls of Hongmeng Xuanqi, which is barely enough. ”

When Zhou Dong heard the words of the fifth-level array path grandmaster, his heart also jumped fiercely, and the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching.

He wasn't afraid, the fifth-level Kudao had already entered the level of a million array dao changes, how could the two of them fight? The million array dao was entangled, and it would take a few months just to set up the array, and the two fifth-level spirit arrays would collide, even if they had obvious advantages, it would be extremely laborious to win.

Zhou couldn't help but look up carefully, and saw that the purple-robed immortal was extremely thin, the robe looked extremely wide on his body, and his face was withered, really as dry as dead wood, which looked quite terrifying. ,

The purple-robed immortal squeezed out an ugly smile from his face, didn't stand up, sat there and bowed slightly to Zhou Dong, and said lightly:

"Uncle Xiao, I don't know if you like the rhythm?"

Zhou Dong shook his head slightly, he originally wanted to say: Usually busy, without that leisure, the words still changed when they came to their mouths:

"The five tones of Zhou Dong are incomplete, and the rhythm of the music is not understood at all. ”

A look of disappointment appeared on the face of the purple-robed dead wood, and he nodded slowly:

"I studied the orchestra intensively, and I finally found a way to integrate the changes of the formation into the rhythm. The rhythm is not a glamorous sound at all, and it is a plaything, but if it is properly manipulated, it can really control emotions and control the mind. The spirit array can be trapped and killed, and it is even more powerful when it is fused into the rhythm of music, and it can attack a person's divine consciousness.

Uncle Junior, I would like to ask Uncle Shi to listen to my song in a while, and ask Uncle Shi to guide me on whether this way of integrating the spirit array into the rhythm of music can be taken properly. ”

Hearing this, Qing Liuhuo shouted impatiently:

"Nephew of Deadwood, don't practice the text, just say how to lose and win in a competition with my brother in a while. ”

Zhou Dong smiled secretly, feeling that he was still talking like Qingliuhuo and listening happily.

The purple-robed dead wood smiled faintly, and suddenly waved his hand forward, and on the high platform far opposite him, there was a heavy Xuanshi table case out of thin air, and a futon behind the table.

Deadwood greeted Zhou Dongyan and said:

"Please sit down, uncle. After a while, I will dedicate a song, in a vain attempt to manipulate Uncle Shi's mood to change accordingly, if Uncle Shi is careless and finally succeeded in being sued, even if I win, if Uncle Shi is always unmoved, even if Uncle Shi wins. ”

Zhou Dong frowned secretly when he heard this, and hesitated in his heart.

He doesn't understand the rhythm at all, and the other party integrates the changes of the spirit array into the rhythm to attack him, but it's too difficult for him, how will he defend it?

If he is proficient in the rhythm, he can also see the mystery of the spiritual array according to the melody of the other party, so that he can find the door of life and enter with a drum, and the divine sense will break the rhythm of the opponent's music with strength. However, Zhou Dong didn't understand.

There was no way, Zhou Dong bit the set hard

The situation is forced to come here, I can only give it a try, and the worst thing is as Brother Qingliuhuo said, anyway, the two strange treasures have already arrived, and this level can be regarded as a long experience.

Zhou Dong walked to the high platform in the distance, and sat down opposite the purple-robed dead wood.

Seeing that the two of them were ready, Huang Xuan and Feng Chanzi next to him stood up in unison, quietly withdrew and retreated downward, walked under the high platform, and retreated with Qing Liuhuo to the farthest part of the cave wall before standing, obviously extremely jealous of this senior brother's music.

The purple robe withered wood smiled and waved his hand, a bluestone table appeared in front of him, a guqin was placed flat on it, the color of the piano was round, the silk strings were hazy, and when he stroked it, there was a rhyme of alpine flowing water.

Zhou Dong was secretly nervous in his heart, and kept cheering himself up:

If you can't see the changes in the formation, you can only look at the meaning of the formation, abandon the rhythm and focus on the meaning.

The sound of the piano on the opposite side of the contemplative room suddenly sounded, and a sense of slaughter between heaven and earth "exhaled" filled the entire cave, and Zhou Dong felt that he was in front of him in the battlefield of thousands of troops and horses, blood was flying, stumps were thrown, Zhou Dong seemed to see the endless kraken in front of him, and he was stretching his bow and arrows, an arrow came out, and a canopy of blood shot across the sky, Zhou Dong was boiling in an instant, and the killing intent in his heart rose to the sky.

The desire to kill that was suppressed in the deepest part of his heart seemed to be unstoppable, and Zhou Dong licked his lips vigorously, his eyes were red, and he wanted to jump up to find the enemy and fight.

And in the depths of his mind, a voice kept reminding him:

"Calm down, calm down, this is the purple-robed deadwood's killing spirit array at work. ”

Zhou Dong bit the tip of his tongue hard, a tingling pain made him shiver excitedly, and a trace of clarity was restored in front of him, forcibly controlling his emotions of wanting to fight, and he tried hard to distinguish the other party's position in his feelings.

After listening to it for a long time, Zhou Dong, who was stimulated by the sound of the piano, became more and more impatient, and when he couldn't sit still, Zhou Dong suddenly shook his hand, and a spear suddenly appeared in his palm.

Zhou Dong turned the spear upside down, made a stick with the gun, distinguished the formation of the opponent's piano sound, and suddenly waved his hand, and hit the Xuanshi table in front of him with a "bang". The thick sound suddenly disrupted the sound of the piano, and the killing spirit array in the rhythm instantly lost its effect as if it had been destroyed by the total node.

The purple-robed dead wood threw himself into the rhythm spirit array, and his heart was hit hard by this accent, his fingers sank, and with a "hideous" sound, a string was broken. ,

All the notes came to an abrupt end.

Zhou Dong wiped a handful of cold sweat, and secretly said that it was dangerous.

Feng Chanzi and Huang Xuan in the distance were shocked when they saw this.

They knew too well the attack power of the piano song, and they were so sad that they were so sad that they killed each other, and they came back to their senses and were stunned on the spot when the piano stopped.

At this time, seeing that Zhou Dong didn't know how to think of such a method, using a spear as a mallet and a stone table as a drum, he actually cut off the rhythm spirit array with one blow.

The two of them came here to know that Zhou Dongsheng was not a fluke, and they did have real materials. They glanced at each other, and the two looked at each other.

And at this moment, the purple robe on the opposite side shook his hand, took out a jade flute, and a clear and tactful sound sounded, whispering in his heart, like a lover's whisper, lingering and sad.

This flute sound immediately hit the deepest emotional wound in Zhou Dong's heart, and he lost his mind instantly, and Xia Junru's stunning and clear face like water seemed to appear in front of him.

The eye cricket stared deeply at Zhou Dong, a trace of reluctance, poignancy and strong love and pity, and tried his best to kiss Zhou Dong. After a long time, Xia Junru used all her life to shout to Zhou Dong:

"Move around, look for me. ”

Zhou Dong's cheeks instantly rolled into tears.

He cherished the scene in front of him too much, even if the purple robe and dead wood were in a hostile position, but Zhou Dong also thanked him for bringing his state of mind here, so that he could see his lover who thought about it day and night and couldn't comfort him again.

However, only by winning this dead wood will Zhou Dong win a cloud of Hongmeng Xuanqi treasure again, and will he be smoother on the road ahead of finding his lover.

Zhou Dongqiang suppressed the reluctance in his heart, swung his spear again, found a pause in the deadwood formation, and shot with a "bang", an accent completely scratched the flute sound of the deadwood, making him spit out a turbid breath, and the whole flute suddenly became a tune.

Zhou Dong's reaction to the spirit array's trapping, killing, attacking, and other formations was almost an instinct, although he didn't understand the rhythm, he could tell which was the formation node from the rhythm of the opponent's attack. The purple robe and dead wood played even more when he was in love, and was suddenly interrupted by heavy abandonment, as if he had made a wrong force, and his chest was churning extremely uncomfortable.

The face of the dead wood became more solemn, and he took out a piece of Gu Yan again and put it in front of the desk, and with a clear roar, the sound of Gu Yan rose high, and in front of Zhou Dong's eyes, the heaven and earth flashed and thundered in an instant, the wind roared, the heavy rain was like a note, and the waves of the sea were endlessly pressed down on him.

Deadwood attacked Zhou Dong purely with a killing array this time, he knew that Zhou Dong's means were magical, if he didn't learn everything, I was afraid that he would be taken advantage of by Zhou Dong.

Feeling this scene, Zhou Dong was shocked in his heart, under the infinite pressure, his mind seemed to be pressed on the bottom of the deep sea, and the heavy pressure made him breathless.

And at this moment, Zhou Dong suddenly shook his gun again.

"Knock" and one shot disrupted the rhythm of the dead wood.

Deadwood's face turned blue at the moment, and he stabilized his emotions strongly, pouring his power into his fingertips, trying to stabilize the rhythm again, and the sound of killing was heavier.

Zhou Dong struck the left and right of the spear in this rhythm, each time it was like a muffled thunder, rampage in the spirit array that had been laid out by the dead wood, desperately destroying the nodes in the dead wood spirit array.

Cold sweat was rolling down on the dead wood's forehead at this moment, and he was not willing to accept his own failure, he frantically strengthened his mind and poured out the rhythm, and the sound of Zhou Dong's spear on the opposite side became faster and faster, faster and faster, and later Zhou Dong actually evolved an emotional drum song, and the thunder between the heavens and the earth rolled, and the pressure became lower and lower, as if the whole sky was about to sink.

Qing Liuhuo and the others in the distance felt more and more shocked, their hearts were beating with the drum, the drum was getting faster and faster, and they all felt that their heartbeats made their qi weak and short.

And at this moment, Zhou Dong's final blow came out, as if the thunder between heaven and earth had accumulated into one place and suddenly erupted, with a "bang", Zhou Dong smashed the table in front of him with a shot, and he couldn't help jumping up and letting out a long howl.

Fang Cai's drum was simply dripping with joy, and Zhou Dong's depression for so long was all vented frantically, but on the other hand, the purple robe and dead wood, but after Zhou Dong's last drum, the ancient and vicious strings in front of him were all broken with a "hideous", and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and fell backwards.

"Huh?"

In an instant, the two people in yellow and blue robes were all dumbfounded.

The strongest among them, not only did they not win back face for them, but they were beaten by Zhou Dongyi's painful drums, and the strange scene in front of them made them overwhelmed all of a sudden, stunned and panicked.

Didn't this little uncle say that he didn't understand the rhythm, how could he easily defeat the senior brother with a single drum song? What extent had his formation reached? Is he still human?

"Three regiments. ”

Qing Liuhuo looked at Zhou Dong, and squeezed out these words hard in his throat, and he was also stupefied by the miracle shown by Zhou Dong...... ）