Bei Mingxiu ignored Qi Weibian's provocative words.

He was trying to discern the strange sounds that seemed to come from all directions.

The music that now permeates the air is no longer as prominent as before, and the twelve strands of music are blended together, as if they were just a musical instrument, which not only makes the grievances more intense, but also makes it impossible to find the source of the sound.

"There was music at the scene of the death, and it turned out that this was the truth. ”

It was Liao Luofeng who spoke, he was wiping the sweat from his face, although his face was a little pale, at least he temporarily suppressed the intrusion of the magic sound.

He knew the meaning of the five words Requiem for the Twelve Towns.

The Requiem of the Twelve Towns is not a single song, but a combination of twelve brothers who have entered the path of the sect with music.

These twelve people belong to the same family, one person only practices one musical instrument in his life, and the cultivation of the Yizong sect is also infused in the meantime, one person may not be afraid, and when the music of the twelve people comes out together, even the super-first-class powerhouses are inevitably planted in their hands. Moreover, because they are all cultivators of the Pure Intention Sect, it is difficult for people to find out if they are mixed with ordinary races, and when the music sounds, it is too late to find out.

They were originally famous killers in the world, but they didn't show up on the rivers and lakes more than ten years ago, and the world thought they were dead, and now they actually appeared in this town and made a move, which is really unexpected.

Northern Meditation Cultivator was not surprised that Liao Luofeng was able to get out of the magic sound, as one of the six major catchers of the six gates, if his mind was not strong and his fists were not hard, he would not be able to take on this great responsibility at all.

So he quickly invited Liao Luofeng: "Liao Zhutou, how about we join forces temporarily?"

The wind did not answer him.

He only had time to nod slightly, so small that it was hard to notice.

Because Wu Qingqian had already attacked him.

This Immortal Sect Master's natal weapon is an ordinary-looking short stick, this short stick is much shorter than Yu Luoxia's Mingxia stick, and the thin one seems to break if touched casually, no matter how it looks, it doesn't look like a weapon that can be used for melee combat, but in fact, this short stick with a special material is very tough, and the upper part is covered with spikes that are difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Liao Luofeng, as a wind catcher, a famous eighth-order powerhouse in the world, could feel Wu Qingqian's strength that should not be underestimated at this time.

If it was normal, he would have the confidence to subdue him after fifty moves, but under the influence of the magic sound, it would be difficult for his spiritual power mobilization to maintain his usual perfection, and at this time, in the face of Wu Qingqian's surprise attack, he actually had no certainty of victory.

His ten fingers were spread out, and his fingertips seemed to have wind masses condensed, and as he made a move, bursts of whistling sound continued to gush out on his hands, as if even the space was cut off, and it was the wind tearer that Feng Hunt relied on to become famous.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't have time to observe the battle between Liao Luofeng and Wu Qingqian.

Guan Zhiyao's strength he has never seen and heard from Lu Linxi's mouth, Wu Qingqian, as an existence that can balance Guan Zhiyao, is naturally not a mediocre hand, in the current situation, even if Liao Luofeng can win, it will take a while, but he really can't predict how far this heart-tearing magic sound will go.

He was able to maintain a clear mind, which was the combined effect of the Cold Sword Soul and the Heavenly Humanity, plus his own firm will, and he could also feel the kind of impatience revealed in his spiritual power.

This magic sound not only affects the mind, but also spiritual power, and under the two-pronged approach, unless the spiritual power is strong enough to completely ignore the magic sound, otherwise the combat effectiveness will inevitably be greatly affected.

Bei Ming Xiu originally thought so, until he caught a glimpse of Yutai Yimeng's movements.

Yutai Yimeng is flicking his sword with his fingers.

The jade finger fell, and a crisp sword roar suddenly appeared in the sad magic sound, as if a yellow bird was mixed in with a flock of noisy crows, and a gap suddenly appeared in the original noise.

In the next second, the twelve music voices suddenly turned higher at the same time, directly suppressing the sword sound, and restoring the original melody, but in this second, Wu Qingqian's left shoulder had several more wounds, and blood beads splashed out.

The cultivation of the mind of the dream is already extremely high, and it can completely suppress any of the twelve town requiems, but with the combined efforts of the twelve, no matter how clear her Phantom Sea sword sound is, it will not be able to break through their shackles.

But it also says a thing.

There was no condensation in the slightest in mobilizing his mind, and there was no sign of slowing down in his shot, and it seemed that he was not affected by the magic sound at all. Jushuku

Finding that he couldn't successfully cast the Phantom Sea Sword Sound or Weaving Dream under the oppression of the twelve demon sounds, Yutai Yimeng had a little more chill in his eyes, and he jumped out directly and took the initiative to rush towards Qi Weibian.

There were three more words of dissatisfaction in Bei Mingxiu's mind.

"It's too noisy. ”

Bei Ming Xiu smiled slightly, pulled out the cold underworld, and rushed forward quickly with the Canglang sword technique, and the sword blade pointed directly at Qi Weibian.

Because of the oppression of the demon sound, the Northern Immortal Cultivator didn't want to risk the sudden severance of the natal connection and lead to a backlash to trace and kill the enemy with the Soul Imperial Sword Technique, and he couldn't successfully mobilize the spiritual power of the Heavenly Humanity Condensation in a short period of time, and his combat effectiveness was still somewhat reduced, but this didn't mean that he would let the Twelve Towns Requiem continue to be presumptuous.

These twelve people were so noisy that they naturally had to find a way to make them unable to make any noise.

......

Seeing one after the other, the two people who faintly looked like they were attacking each other, the corners of Qi Weibian's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The Red Blood Gate of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain is the existence of internal affairs in the General Leader Gate under the General Gate, and all internal disturbances, such as chasing and killing traitors, punishing those who violate the rules of the Gate, etc., no matter whether these riots are big or small, whether they occur or not, and whether they will cause any consequences, will be wiped out by the Red Blood Gate with blood. As the master of the Red Blood Gate, Qi Weibian has the prestige and cultivation that is enough to deter the Eight Gates, in his eyes, whether it is the Northern Meditation Cultivator or the Dream of the Tai, he will not be his opponent, even if it is two people together.

He was originally waiting, waiting for the magic sound of the Twelve Towns Requiem to suppress everyone, the Northern Meditation Cultivator and the Dream of the Tai Dynasty had not yet fallen, and it seemed that they were still in good spirits, it was the most beyond his expectations, and now that they took the initiative, of course he couldn't ask for it.

He rarely takes the initiative to make a move, but every time he takes the initiative, it is fatal.

Qi Weibian had a few more small pebbles in his hand.

He doesn't cultivate any natal weapons, and for him, these gadgets that can be picked up everywhere are the best weapons now.

Being able to properly deal with the enemy with anything is the biggest combat characteristic of Qi Weibian, which few people in the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain know, because most of the people who know are the objects of his purge, and most of them are found out when they are dying.

Qi Weibian watched the two of them attack coldly, and two small stones attacked the two of them.

Yutai did not dodge or dodge in a dream, and the horizontal sword was light, blocking the small stones.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator turned around in his steps, unloading most of his strength at the moment when the Cold Immortal Sword collided with the small pebble, and then continued to move forward without any condensation.

These two pebbles did not break the momentum of the two of them, Qi Weibian did not have any expression on his face, the middle finger and index finger of his left and right hands respectively caught an irregular pebble, and casually faced the front of him, as if he took the initiative to hit the blades of the two swords.

There were two more crisp sounds in the mournful voice.

The Dream Sword met one of the pebbles, but what met the other pebble was an incomparably round ice marble.

With this collision, the ice bullet was released in an instant, and the image of the six-petal ice lotus gradually appeared.

Qi Weibian snorted coldly, let go of the pebble in his left hand, and with a clean grip, he directly crushed the six-petal ice lotus.

In this short moment, the Northern Immortal Cultivator had slipped away like a slippery catfish, and the fierceness of the Canglang Sword just now, and the seemingly inseparable combination of the Dream of the Rising Waves, were actually just a trick to bypass Qi Weibian's eyes.

Qi Weibian was about to be distracted to intercept, but he heard a murmur in his ears again.

It was the sound of small stones shattering in his hands.

Qi Weibian's left hand quickly flicked on the Dream Sword, and Yutai Yimeng was forced to withdraw her sword, but as her sword blade crossed a perfect arc in the air, she and her sword were still in front of Qi Weibian.

She was in a very bad mood now, she just wanted to quiet down the twelve people who disturbed the purity, and since the Northern Meditation Cultivator had already made a move, she wouldn't let Qi Weibian have a chance to hinder him.

Even if her opponent was terrifying, so terrible that her heartbeat accelerated a little.

But it's such an opponent that makes it more rewarding to defeat.