The sound of the drums roars like war drums, inspiring people's hearts, vast and majestic, and swings in circles in all directions.
Wu Yingyue gritted her silver teeth and retreated again and again. Her breathing became a little faster. The drumming sound of the boy in front of her was indeed wonderful. It had a different tone than the others, but it was already the fourth rhythm!
"The fourth law!"
Behind the glazed light curtain, countless people were counting silently, with even more serious expressions.
This time the drum sound lingered for a full twenty-seven breaths, almost four times as loud as Chen Changsheng's, and beyond everyone's understanding.
Xin Zhuo closed his eyes and let the force of the feedback wash away his muscles and marrow. He felt really indescribably comfortable.
When the drum sound disappeared, he raised his hand and clapped his hands, also the fifth rhythm!
Not far away, Wu Yingyue stared carefully.
Behind the glazed light curtain, thousands of people couldn't help but step forward.
Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo actually slapped four palms in a row.
"Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter!"
The drum head vibrates, four times in a row!
It's not a five-law, but a cycle of five laws. Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu are complete, followed by Gong, Shang, and Jiao!
Eight drums sounded, each one more majestic, duller and louder than the last!
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Wu Yingyue's eyes widened and her lips parted slightly. She was always known for her physical strength in the sect and for her calmness and composure. At this moment, her heart was ups and downs and she was panicking.
The previous four rhythms had already used up eight percent of her power. She knew how terrifying this drum was!
Why does this person knock eight times?
"Why are there eight sounds? The five rhythms are cyclic. What does this mean?"
Within the glazed light curtain, there were already disciples from various sects participating in beating the heavenly drum. They were shocked and could not help but angrily reprimanded.
Like Wu Yingyue, they were well aware of the horror of Tiangu. They thought that even if this person had all the five rules, he would still be able to secretly damage his foundation.
This is considered to be looking down upon him!
Wu Wu is second to none. The talents of all the disciples present are top-notch. Who can be worse than the other?
The key is, isn’t this the five-law lateral root bone? !
What the hell is Eight Rings?
No one answered, even the ancestors fell into deep doubts.
On the other hand, Liu Qingfeng, who had been in a sluggish state, suddenly recovered from his mental illness. He sat down, his eyes uncertain, and finally turned into relief. He smiled like a spring breeze and looked around: "My disciple has always been like this! Junior Sister Yu, Junior sister Li, what do you think?"
Yu Zhuji and Li Hanzhu were too lazy to answer. They just remembered what they had said before and their faces turned slightly red.
Chu Siniang and others who were standing at Jianfeng sat down cross-legged with smiles and puzzled faces.
A smile appeared at the corner of the headmaster Daozhen's mouth. He looked at the heads of the various sects who looked at them with unclear meanings, hugged his fists in return, and then ordered: "Ling Xinzhuo..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of drums came from the venue again.
That's right!
Xin Zhuo beat the giant drum again, this time seven times in a row, and even combined with the previous eight times to form a melody.
"Three cycles of five rhythms, fifteen tones! Is this still a human being?"
"Is it because the drum has been beaten for several days in a row that the drum head has been damaged?"
The disciples of each sect could not hide their fear, and they questioned angrily.
This is really incredible!
Still no one answered!
Because, a group of ancestors discovered that the melody of this drum for fifteen consecutive times can actually cleanse the heart and make people feel that the shackles of their realm are slightly loosened.
Tiangu actually has such a wonderful effect?
"Changlang——"
"Dongdongdong..."
At this time, a harsh sword sound resounded in all directions, and the Tianwu Sword beside Xin Zhuo's waist was unsheathed. It had no sword moves, but it was as flawless as flowing water, and it emitted countless sword lights.
The drum beat again, and it couldn't stop.
The sound of drums bursts, the rhythm is as turbulent as the tide, as exciting as killing enemies on the battlefield, and extremely magnificent. Sometimes it is low, sometimes it is loud, sometimes it is radical like raindrops, sometimes it is as slow as stepping...
this
It's not just five rhythms, it's a loop of dozens, hundreds, or hundreds of rhythms. It's already a perfect drum song for battle formation, although it's not very nice.
In the corner, Wu Yingyue swallowed dryly and slumped her shoulders, as if she was a young student, pitiful.
"How ridiculous!"
"What a fucking pervert!"
Behind the curtain of glazed light, the dark elite disciples of various sects could not help but curse.
They suddenly felt that this so-called "Tiangu Conference" had become anything but solemn. What the hell was a drum performance?
Is this really appropriate?
After half a stick of incense.
The drumbeat finally stopped.
The lingering sound still lingers, making the eardrums swell and lingering for a long time.
Xin Zhuo fell back to the ground, Tianwu Sword returned to its sheath, and stood with bare hands. From the soles of his feet to his face, dense black blood stains oozed——
The dirty blood after washing the muscles and marrow all over the body.
This benefit is probably beyond his expectation. Such a great gift came to him as soon as he entered the sect, so he came at the right time!
Moreover, the next moment he inexplicably fell into a strange state.
"call--"
Wu Yingyue in the corner finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her body was trembling slightly.
Within the glazed light curtain, thousands of people were silent.
"how?"
Daozhen, the headmaster of Xuantian Sword Sect who has always been mean and ungrateful and indifferent to everything, looked at everyone with his old eyes brightening.
The word "how" is quite particular. It can be said to have two meanings. The first level is that this giant drum is after all a medieval treasure for detecting the bones of disciples. There is a prophecy that the five rhythms of the drum can be played in unison to become a saint. Xin Zhuo's drum music , what does it count?
The second level of meaning is that for this tambourine song by Xin Zhuo, a disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect, where does Xuantian Sword Sect rank?
No one from the ancestors of each sect answered, and they all fell into a mysterious state of resonance!
The heads of each sect twitched their lips and found it difficult to answer. If Tiangu really detects root bones, the root bones of this boy named Xin Zhuo are weird. The specifications are too high for us to predict.
If we talk about ranking, isn't your Xuantian Sword Sect bullying others?
"My little disciple has the qualifications of a great emperor!"
Liu Qingfeng looked serious and sat cross-legged with his big horse and golden sword. No one could tell whether he was joking or not.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, Xin Zhuo's body in the field shook slightly, and the vision of the vast spiritual platform flashed away.
The fifth level of Lingtai!
Breakthrough on the spot!
"this……"
This scene is really speechless. The sound of hundreds of drums is already overwhelming. The drums fall for a breakthrough?
Even if playing the drums just proves his basic skills, or he has special skills, how could he get this breakthrough so easily?
Breaking through the martial realm is the most serious thing for a warrior!
What kind of understanding and talent is this?
"Senior Brother Xin!"
Baimiao Peak Jiang Yuwei no longer wanted to be reserved, and rushed out of the glazed light curtain holding the white robes of her true disciples.
"Senior Brother Xin!"
Nearly a hundred female disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, regardless of whether they recognized her or not, couldn't help but shout out and rush out.
This world of martial arts belongs to the strong!
Xin Zhuo's talent, realm, and integrity, coupled with his demeanor today, are really amazing, and it's hard not to admire him.
"Thanks to your sect, this son Xin Zhuo has outstanding talents. When he comes back this time, he will amaze everyone. He is indeed an outstanding boy. I express my love for him!"
Li Guofu, the ancestor of Lingyun Sect, stood up and smiled indifferently. His figure flickered and disappeared.
The ancestors of each sect also stood up one after another, nodded slightly, and shot straight into the sky, blinking away.
The Great Elder Chu Zongwei stroked his beard and smiled: "The five-melody cycle of the Heavenly Drum is like an ancient martial arts rhyme, but it was knocked out by disciples one after another. My Hunyuan is broken, and I will enter the five declines of heaven and man!"
[In view of the general environment,
"Congratulations, Master!"
"Congratulations, uncle!"
A group of peak masters and elders of Xuantian Sword Sect were shocked. They finally understood why the ancestors of each sect left in a hurry. And breaking, how can it not show Xin Zhuo's love?
If you add the sword that destroyed the sect ten years ago, each sect owes Xin Zhuo too much!
In the field, Xin Zhuo carefully experienced the changes in the realm of the fifth heaven of the Lingtai. It seemed that the thoughts of the Lingtai were more majestic, the color of the thought well changed slightly, the power became more abundant, and the meridians and true energy were extremely thick.
At this moment, a "Senior Brother Xin" message came from afar.
Then Jiang Yuwei rushed over, and then dense crowds of female sect disciples jumped out one after another.
Finally, the entire glazed light curtain shattered, revealing the figures of more than two thousand people from each sect!
He was slightly startled at first, then turned pale.
It was definitely not his intention to be dangerous in front of this man.
I actually beat the drum and made a breakthrough in front of thousands of people. How is this different from a guinea pig?
Looking at the stunningly beautiful Jiang Yuwei in front of her with her slender white neck, pink lips and bright beautiful eyes, and looking at countless familiar and unfamiliar figures from various sects, I felt chills all over my body.
He immediately jumped into the air, and after confirming that Master Zhao Yizhu was not around, he bowed to his master Liu Qingfeng and saluted in front of the scorching eyes of the eighteen sects: "Disciple Xin Zhuo, when he fought for his life with the evil sect, he was stabbed by the demon girl's sword. I fell into an unknown place and was unable to escape for ten years, but I never slacked off in my practice. I thought I had fulfilled my mission, and now I am returning to the sect to resume my life!"
Let's take the master to rescue him.
Liu Qingfeng had already guessed what he was thinking. Although she was extremely doubtful, now was not the time to speak. She waved her hand with a serious look on her face and said, "After ten years of hard work and hard work, I am afraid that the carriage and horses will be tired. Let's go." rest!"
In the Lingtai realm, ghost chariots and horses are needed.
However, Xin Zhuo cooperated very well and once again bowed to the elders of the sect and each sect with perfect etiquette: "Farewell!"
Like a shooting star, he headed straight for Standing Sword Peak.
Only Jiang Yuwei, who looked disappointed, and He Lianyou and other female disciples who also ran over were left.
