Chapter 72 High Cliff, Sea and Sky Sound

The waves were sandy, the wind was rustling, and the sea breeze blew Sun Dezong's clothes, which was even more unrestrained. He held it cross-legged, with an ancient muyao piano on his knees, and a big hand stroked it, and he saw it passing by on the strings.

Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Wen, Wu, each string was pressed and bounced by the abdomen of the index finger, and there was always a clanging sound. Sun Dezong stopped his finger on the Wuwang string and did not make a sound.

The sound of the killing of Yaoqin, the master of Wu's string, the strings are slender and transparent, and the awe-inspiring murderous intention flow, silently knocking on people's hearts. Sun Dezong condensed for a moment, exerted his strength, touched it with one finger, and actually cut a cut in his abdomen. One drop of blood gushed out and condensed. The blood was dark red as dew, rolling down the string from the head of the piano. For a moment, he was silently sucked in by the martial arts king string.

Suddenly, a fierce light on the Wuwang string lit up, which made the rest of the six strings on the piano dull, which made the surrounding atmosphere a little depressing and dull. He Xumi, the northern monk on the opposite side, couldn't help but condense three points, took away the disdainful look that was originally hanging in his mouth, and turned into a look of divine alert.

It turned out that Sun Dezong fed each other with his own blood, which stimulated Wu Wangxian's own fierce murderous spirit. At this time, he did not wait for He Xumi to be well prepared, but made a true qi urge him. He saw the Wu Wangxian explode, and a blood light rose to the sky, crossed a semicircle, and hit He Xumi not far in front of him. Where.

He Xumi, a northern monk, shouted loudly and held high the bronze wheel of the Dharma industry. His whole body was full of golden light. The Sanskrit sounded and empty valley sounded. On that day, the Buddha's breath was firmly exhaled and got up. At this time, the blood light with a strange and sad murderous intention suddenly arrived. At that approaching moment, hundreds of billions of ghosts were entangled in He Xumi's blood light. Surrounding, the sad wailing actually made its roots and hair stand up.

The sound played by Wuwangxian is that the military disasters have been continuous for thousands of years, the officials and people have been crying, and the sound of Shenzhou crying. He Xumi roared and said that Sun Dezong's blood sacrifice aroused this string to kill the ancient intention, which was not a good thing, but he forgot that he was also a monk who broke the ring. He did not know that he was a demonic religion. Acting is very different from the right path. Sun Dezong has not practiced the ghost path, which is already one of the differences.

At this time, the blood-red light was dark and thick, and roared. He Xumi's hand held the diamond bronze wheel against the blood color of thousands of grievances. Compared with each other, there was another explosion. The stone cliff exploded. In an instant, the golden red light shone and covered all the figures.

At this time, I heard another crisp sound, and the King of Wu's string was gloomy and was interrupted. To say that this Yaoqin was precious, it was made by Sun Dezong, the purple-faced god Tian and the treasure grabbing. Now in the face of the destruction of treasures, Sun Dezong didn't seem to see it. He didn't care about it and just staring at the front.

There was half silence in front of him. After a moment, the dust and smoke dissipated, and a vague figure poked out behind the floating clouds. It was He Xumi, a monk from the north. Although he looked embarrassed, he still stood firmly in the present.

Sun Dezong's heart sank. It turned out that the sobbing blow of the world went down, but he didn't see He Xumi shake his body. The latter laugh wildly and said, "Mr. Sun, the previous blow was good enough. He's internal organs and heart were in chaos, but if it was just this blow, he wanted to shake He's pace, but It's not enough. What else do you have? Just use it!"

Sun Dezong's face was slightly pale, but he didn't say anything, but his heart was early. The previous three strikes had already gathered his life's strength. At this moment, he fought again, and he was not sure that he was better than the other party. He looked around and saw Chen Kai still standing on the ground with a broken Fengming knife, and Qin Yi was still still Lying on the stone cliff not far away, they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

It turned out that the previous bloody blow of King Wu Xian, this He Xumi did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but it was the imperial envoy Zhenqi who attacked the attack in mid-air. Therefore, the power of these two attacks did not affect Qin Yi and Chen Kai.

"Snoid, Mr. Sun, what are you thinking about!" He Xumi waited for a moment, and his heart was impatient. He clenched the copper wheel of King Kong Dharma with one hand and covered the abdominal wound with the other hand - the wound had already been pinched by him with true air and stopped bleeding. However, the flesh and blood of the wound turned over, and his eyes were still terrible. He Xumi looked at Sun Dezong with a murderous intention, which was stepping on the strong Step forward.

The strong enemy was approaching, and Sun Dezong did not say a word. He used his upper wheel fingers with his hands to control the remaining six strings and wave a true spirit to attack the opponent. In an in an flash, the Yaoqin sounded like a silver bottle, thousands of troops and horses galloped, the sound of the piano was fierce, and the sound of the piano was boiling, and it roared like a torrent of the vicissitudes of the river, hitting the northern monk He Xumi.

He Xumi shouted and angrily waved the bronze wheel in his hand to block the several true spirits that poured in. At this moment, there was no appointment between the two. Sun Dezong's hand, hundreds of true qi constantly attached to the supreme power and impacted him. This true qi was extraordinary, but He Xumi raised his hand more obvious. Power was able to block Sun Dezong's attack while stepping forward and gradually approaching the master of the poisonous sect.

Sun Dezong sweated on his forehead, Zhenyuan urged, his long shirt bulged, and his true anger exploded around him. His true anger flushed into the sky. Sun Dezong waved his hand and his momentum did not fall. Yaoqin played in a hurry, and the sound of the piano was even more dense. He Xumi shouted well and couldn't help praising: "Sun Dezong, you are worthy of the great reputation of the demon religion Zuo Nuo. Your skills are not bad, but If you want to hurt He, it is useless to attack hundreds or thousands more!"

He was Loud by Fanyin, shining brightly, holding the bronze wheel of King Kong Dharma, shining, and stepped forward. In the face of the convergence of thousands of piano sounds, he seemed to be blind. Sun Dezong also knew in his heart that what He Xumi said was true, but at this moment, there was no other way but to be determined to attack.

Just as the war ended, a frost suddenly fell silently outside the cliff. In an instant, the cliff was like ice and snow, suddenly like a night of north wind roaring past. He Xumi was about to exclaim. Sun Dezong's face was solemn, and several people on the cliff were wrapped in a thin layer of ice in an instant. The cold frost condensed, and the sound was silenced. At this time, a beautiful woman in white turned into white snow and floated. Her sleeves were falling among He Xumi and Sun Dezong, followed by an elegant man, a robed waiter and a hat, also fell down.

It was Qi Miao and Zhou Hanzhi who entered the war. The two looked around on the spot, and Qi Miao was puzzled: "A few days ago, He Xumi fought Sun Dezong alone. The two of them seemed to have comparable mana. How can Qin Yi and Chen Kai be seriously injured today..."

It turned out that she and Qin Yi's sacred relic of the demon religion, Pongshan Jinye, had mutual feelings. Qi Miao knew that Qin Yi had encountered a strong enemy, so she followed Jin Ye's introduction and came here. However, she did not know the causes and consequences of the details before the war, but there was a trace of doubt about the battle situation. At this time, Zhou Hanzhi was surprised. , he only said in his heart that the two masters of He Xumi and Sun Dezong could not afford to provoke him. Today, there are many fierce battles, that is, Zhou Hanzhi has fought two battles with the Mangxing Sword Guanyu and the remnant soul of the world's military alliance and the remnant soul of Xikunlun's most precious spirit. The true qi in his body has long been exhausted and empty. At this moment, he doesn't know what magic his sister used to take advantage of them to fight. The gap between the fight sealed the two people. At this time, if they don't hurt the enemy, won't they die when they escape from the ice?

He thought about it and didn't need to discuss it with Qimiao. When he waved his hand, the emperor's fan turned into a cold light and clicked closer to He Xumi around him.

Qimiao was shocked. When he wanted to stop it, it was too late, but somehow, Zhou Hanzhi held the fan of the emperor and hit He Xumi. At the last moment, he actually rented his body and stood on the spot. Qi Miao only felt strange and looked at it. He Xumi turned his eyes and looked at Zhou Hanzhi coldly.

It turned out that at the moment when Zhou Hanzhi waved his fan and hit him, He Xumi, who was bound by a crystal ice wall, actually opened his eyes and stared at him angrily. Zhou Hanzhi was stunned and took advantage of this popularity and settled down at the last moment.

At this moment, the emperor's fan in his hand was only a half a distance away from He Xumi, and he could not go any further. Suddenly, the northern monk roared and waved his arms angrily. The ice wall attached to his body broke into millions of pieces and rolled into dust. Then, he suddenly stamped his feet and his surging air dispersed, making the whole piece The cliff instantly broke through the white frost cover and instantly regained its original color.

Sun Dezong's long sleeves also made a sound and broke free from the cover of ice crystals. At this time, the seven wonders sandwiched between the two immortals and Zhou Hanzhi were like targets, and they were coldly looked at by the two.

Zhou Han stopped his fear and quietly made Huang Tingzhen angry. He prepared to say something in his heart. He only said that although he didn't know what his sister had thought, in the present situation, it was better to let the two continue to fight and take the opportunity to retreat.

He was about to open his mouth, but unexpectedly, Qi Miao first said to He Xumi, "He Xumi, a monk in the north, is so famous. Today, when I saw him, it lives up to its reputation..."

"Hmm?" He Xumi glanced at him angrily and said, "I'm afraid you haven't tasted it yet, otherwise you won't plot this little trick against me!"

"Ha, Mr. He is a monk. Why is he so angry?" Qi Miao actually suffered a stir in his heart about Li Miaohua. Somehow, there was an aggressive momentum in his words. Zhou Han stopped crying secretly, but heard her say, "Today's situation, you two are deadlocked. If Brother Zhou and I help, the other person will be defeated. Is it true?"

"This..." He Xumi was stunned and turned his eyes three times. Suddenly, he said in his heart that the little girl was so arrogant, but he was fearless. He hesitated at the bottom of his heart and said that these two people were high apprentices on Lingxia Island. Although they were young, they also had some means. At this moment, as the girl said, if she helped Sun Dezong, he would congratulate me. Bitter!