The main sword of the martial arts arena is bright, like a Changhong, flying up and down, sharp and unstoppable.

The main rune of the literary world is mysterious, offensive and defensive, unpredictable, and cannot be ignored.

The master of the book world is Tong Linghui, the pen is the soldier, the ink is the law, the paper is the defense, the inkstone is the prison, the changes are endless, and it is difficult to parry.

In the face of the combined attack of the three major altar masters, the opposite Yin Cultivation disciple, as soon as they came into contact, they fell into a disadvantage.

The more genius you are, the more extensive you are, so as not to be unfortunate and fall into the land of a hundred battles, and protect yourself.

Once the monks gather, they are different from fighting alone, each teaching has its own group fighting method.

The soldiers are in front, like sharp knives, with close strength, to seize the opportunity. The sound is behind, the distance is supplemented, or attacked, or blessed, each has its own rules.

Now, I found that the troops in front of me were blocked in place and could not break through. If it lasts so long, it will inevitably lose its sharpness. Therefore, in the rear team, suddenly a petite female cultivator walked out.

I saw that her figure seemed to be delicate, but she had a huge silk bag on her back, but after a few walks, it was as easy as nothing.

In front of the formation, the female cultivator swung her waist and shook the silk cloth, revealing a huge red lacquered drum.

The nun was nimble with her hands and feet, turned around and took off the drum rope, and after placing it on the ground skillfully and quickly, she saw a leap and simply stepped on the drum skin.

"Boom-"

The drums are thundering, majestic, and powerful.

"Knock knock—"

As she stepped on the drum, the drum sound was majestic, and the fluctuations were shocking, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a thunderbolt hammer, one by one, and smashed towards the opposite side.

The first is the rune youth of the literary master. Fu Yuan is empty, and if you are not prepared, you are most afraid of a sudden hard bump. Now it was hit by this heavy hammer, and it immediately waved, causing a "bang" gas explosion, and then it was not formed, and it flew away.

Drum away again, the opposite book altar is the main spirit servant, only to retreat left and right, and roll in embarrassment. No matter how clever he is, it is difficult for Xiucai to hold on to the brute soldiers. The writing is light, there is no power to hold on, and if you don't check, you will be blown away by the sound of drums and go home in embarrassment.

Leaving the main sword of the martial arts arena alone, lonely and extraordinary, although he can stand proudly and not retreat, but he is disturbed by the sound of drums, and he has to deal with several people surrounding, although he can protect himself from harm, but he is trapped in it, and it is difficult to advance an inch.

At this moment, the master of the Danxiu Fire Altar in the hall suddenly jumped out, and in mid-air, he held two balls of real fire with both hands, one left and one right, and released it with a bang, with a "woo" roar, and blasted towards the opposite side of Yin Xiu.

The female cultivator who danced on the drum, although it was an attack interception, but the incident was sudden, the accent was slow, and she only had time to hit one of them, and the yuan force was triggered, and the muffled sound exploded, turning into a spark.

Another ball of fire rushed into the crowd, and there was a loud bang and explosion. The martial arts master was familiar with the power and had already avoided it, but those Yin Cultivation disciples had endured it for most of their lives, and they flew back in the midst of the screams.

The female cultivator on the drum was so angry that her sword eyebrows were upside down, her petite body was erect, and her figure seemed to be tall and powerful in an instant.

"Knock knock, knock knock-"

Pedal on the drum, and there is an accent to match, but the body tone is explosive, making a thunderous sound that is not inferior to the drum.

The fluctuations were shocked, and the surrounding immortal qi was blown away, and the entire hall resonated with vibrations.

The fire altar master kept holding out the true fire yang power again and again, attracting the blazing Dan Qi, and the red smoke came out in an instant, and under her actions, like a series of cannons, dragged out a long tail of red flames, which was extremely eye-catching.

The sound of the drum was mighty, agitated like thunder, roaring like a cannon, as the nun clicked, kneeled on her knees, suffocated her waist and horse, and the hammer rolled down, and other drum skills, the waves whistled, and the sound went towards the lord of the fire altar.

The real fire and the sound of the drums, the vitality collided with each other one after another, and suddenly it was vigorous, deafening, and resounded through the hall.

In this burst of turbulent dust and mist, a faint figure suddenly rushed towards the door Yin Xiu, who was the master of the sword cultivation altar with a heroic posture and great sword courage.

All the soldiers and monks were affected by the sound of drums in front of them, and they couldn't stop them, and they could only see this female cultivator with a sword like a rainbow, rushing straight into the group.

At this moment, I saw a disk-shaped black shadow, which suddenly flew out from the side, facing the sword shadow of the martial altar master.

"Dangdangdangdang—"

This disk-shaped black shadow, as if spiritually manipulated, horizontal or vertical, straight or diagonal, slammed into her sword.

With a series of dense impacts, the sound was even more like a clash of gold and stone, sparks splashed everywhere, sonorous, and harsh.

The sword momentum of the martial arts master was broken, and he had to retreat backwards, holding the sword in one hand and holding the sword trick in the other hand to defend himself.

The black shadow turned around again, and in an instant it returned to its master's hands, revealing its original appearance, but it was a black cymbal.

And the master, who was thin and thin, like a tree trunk with branches and leaves cut off, and a gloomy expression, was the loose cultivation that had been marked on the mountain gate of the "Mobei School" back then.

He looked at the posture of the martial arts master and smiled coldly: "Sure enough, it is a local leading sect, which is extraordinary." ”

Although there was a roar in front of him, his whispers still echoed in everyone's ears.

The faces of the few altar masters in the back all changed, and it was not easy to understand the method of sound wave manipulation.

I saw the master of the book world, his face was solemn, and he shouted over there: "If you don't stop waiting, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The literary lord next to him said in a low voice: "They trespass like this, commit a big taboo, and have bad intentions, should we also abandon our scruples and do our best?"

After Fang Cai's battle, he had already seen that although the number of these twenty or so intruders was thin, it was not as good as all the elite disciples of the sect gathering in the main hall, and there were many people like this, but they were all cultivated to a high level, the exercises were peculiar, and they were not reckless, and they advanced and retreated in a certain way, which was really not easy to ignore.

"The power of this sound method is even more powerful than the throne knows!" said the Lord of the Altar also solemnly, "Look at ......"

But looking at the disciples on the side, they tried to fight outward, but they were blocked by the other party's strange sound method, and their souls were shocked, and they were injured one after another, and they couldn't break through.

Several altar masters around him looked at the situation and nodded.

At this time, in the opposite Yin Xiu, a monk with red spots on his face and a peculiar appearance came out and replied: "If you wait for the outer way and hurt my disciple of the 'Xuanming Sect', you will be defeated!"

After this person finished speaking, he turned to shout: "Open the 'Xuanying Battle Array'!"

In the outer battle circle, among the disciples of the sound cultivation who had already stabilized their positions and had the advantage, suddenly a few people retreated at the same time, and they all took out the sound dubbing or sound instruments, and there was a buzzing sound.

This sudden change made the disciples of the "Ninety-Nine Gate" who were struggling to fight and fight against them were all stunned.

Even the female cultivator on the drum, who was confronting the Lord of the Fire Altar, immediately slowed down her movements after hearing this. I saw her, suddenly raised her legs, from front to back, kicked hard, and slammed back on the edge of the front of the drum body, and the whole drum suddenly retreated and slid back into the formation.

Although the Lord of the Fire Altar is impulsive, he has extraordinary experience and feels strange, so he does not rush forward.

"It's not good, don't let them continue!" The Array Cultivator Altar Master, who was paying close attention to the back, suddenly shouted after watching their actions.