Chapter 372: The Strength of the Yin and Yang Eight Sons

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All the Yin and Yang Eight Sons were present, even Jian Liuyun had arrived and was never absent. After the Battle of Wancheng, all eight of them were injured and returned to the capital to adjust their breathing and recuperate for several days. Jian Liuyun had been recuperating at Yi Xiaodao's residence, but Zhou Ziru turned a blind eye to this and did not interfere.

Qiang Yinjiao notified Jian Liuyun about what happened today, and Jian Liuyun came here on a special trip.

When the Yin Yang Bazi arrived, Luo Wei took out a big drum from behind, took out the drumstick and beat it hard. A dull drumbeat sounded out, and everyone could hear it clearly. Gradually, the drumbeat became louder and louder, and the sound also changed from dull to louder and louder.

When the retreating Heavenly Guards heard the sound of drums, the panic on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by determined eyes.

An elder from a small sect had just removed the arm of a Chou Town Guard with a sword, but the Chou Town Guard seemed not to have felt it. He stood up, bumped into the elder, and continued to fight...

Yinmengwei, the most powerful among the ordinary heavenly guards, was like a fierce tiger, fighting back and forth with some martial arts disciples with shallow cultivation without falling behind.

"How come these Heavenly Guards suddenly became so powerful?" Everyone in the world was very surprised. The combat power of all the Heavenly Guards suddenly increased a lot. They were about to defeat all the Heavenly Guards, but now the remaining The heavenly guards suddenly became full of fighting spirit and blocked these people from taking a step forward.

"It's that drum sound!" Someone had noticed the strange reason and looked at Luo Wei.

"Dong-dong-dong! Dang-dong-dong!"

The drumming played by Luo Wei was exciting and high-pitched. Every one of the heavenly guards had their eyes red with blood, and they were working hard without caring about their own lives.

"Deal with him first!" After everyone found out the reason, two gang leaders from small sects immediately jumped up and rushed towards Luo Wei. One person is holding a steel gun, and the other person has no weapons, but his hands are quite thick, with his fingers spread out like sharp claws.

The two of them had just gotten close to Luo Wei. One of them attacked Luo Wei, the other destroyed the drum and split up.

"Qiang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron colliding, and the two of them were so dizzy that they felt like stars.

Jiao Luoying stood in front of Luo Wei, holding a pair of golden cymbals, and struck them violently. The two of them felt that their internal organs were surging, and the true energy in their bodies was running around uncontrollably, and they fell directly from the air. .

"Humph, you don't overestimate your capabilities." Jiao Luoying looked around: "Who dares to come?"

"This person's golden cymbals can disturb other people's internal energy! Be careful, everyone!" There are many people with extraordinary eyesight in the world, and they can tell at a glance that the golden cymbals in Jiao Luoying's hands are not simple.

"Disturbing the inner strength, that's easy, I'll do it!" A strong man squeezed through the crowd and pounced over.

Jiao Luoying looked at this strong man. He was unusually tall, much taller than an ordinary person. He looked like he was a practitioner of external martial arts. External Kung Fu specializes in strength, and when practiced horizontally, the skin is like copper skin and iron bones, and it is best at close combat.

Jiao Luoying knew that the other party was a master of external skills, but he was not very afraid. He stopped banging the golden cymbal in his hand and stood straight in front of Luo Wei without any movement.

"This guy is old. Master Zheng is a master of outer sect skills. He is a master of outer sect skills." Sect Master Zheng lamented Jiao Luoying's ignorance.

When the strong man ran to Jiao Luoying, who was only seven steps away, his momentum suddenly weakened and his feet slowed down. The whole person seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, swaying as if he was about to fall. He took a few steps forward until he was in front of Jiao Luoying, and in a daze he lowered his fist.

With a "plop", the strong man fell to the ground and made no movement. When everyone took a closer look, it turned out that this strong man had fallen asleep without knowing it!

"How...how could this happen!" Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe that in the face of a powerful enemy, when it was time to fight to the death, there was still someone who could sleep?

Shui Changdong glanced with sharp eyes and saw Yao Qingmiao standing next to Luo Wei, playing the fife.

"Zheng Jinhuan looks rough, but he is not stupid. This person must be causing trouble! Why have I never seen these people before!" Shui Changdong felt secretly resentful.

Soon, everyone also noticed Yao Qingmiao's presence. The sound of the flute came. Everyone felt that there was a mystery hidden in the sound of the flute, and they unconsciously used their internal energy to resist.

"Those who practice internal and external skills are not allowed to get close... What should we do?" Everyone was at a loss.

When Shui Changdong saw that everyone was standing still, he said loudly: "Internal and external skills are invincible. Is this all we and other Jianghu sects have? Who knows how to throw weapons?"

Throwing weapons is the elegant name for concealed weapons. When traveling in the world, face is the most important thing. Can a concealed weapon used by one's own person be called a concealed weapon? It should be called a thrower!

But when it comes to hidden weapons, the Sichuan-Sichuan Tang Sect is the most famous in the world. Unfortunately, the Tang Sect did not participate in this conference. Of course, even if they participate in the conference, given their relationship with Sichuan and Shu, and considering that Sichuan and Shu and the imperial court have just settled their differences, they may not be on their side.

"Swish swish."

Several flying knives flew out from the crowd, shooting directly at Luo Wei and the other three people. I don’t know who threw it, but he seems to be a master of concealed weapons, hiding from the crowd and preventing people from discovering who the real owner is.

Zhu Sangqiu walked out from behind Luo Wei, sat down on the spot with his qin in his arms, and strummed the strings: "Ding ding ding~" The sound was like a flowing spring, and it was very pleasant to hear. But this sound of the piano turned into a blade, knocked away several flying knives, and even rushed into the crowd, shocking all the people in the world to avoid it.

There are bursts of cymbals, long flutes, gurgling pianos, and rumbles of drums. When the four of them played in unison, everyone was unable to do anything to them.

"There are so many heroes in the world, but you can't do anything to them? Prime Minister Zhou has so many talents under his command!" Wang Zhenliang admired sincerely when he saw the four people's stunts.

Zhou Ziru chuckled: "The four of them are indeed powerful, but today the martial arts world is almost complete. There are so many heroes, how can there be no powerful characters? They are just hiding their clumsiness."

"Now that things have come to this, they still want to hide their clumsiness? This..." Wang Zhenliang was a little confused.

Zhou Ziru explained: "Jiang Rong, the former leader of the Beggar Clan, almost defeated my Yin Yang Eight Sons with his own strength. Among these people, there are not a few who are not inferior to Jiang Rong in cultivation, but no one is willing to attack first. Those who dare to attack first are greedy for credit and are not worthy of the Dao."

Everyone in the arena silently retreated, which also gave the Heavenly Guards who had been fighting so hard a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. The remaining Heavenly Guards were about to pursue, but ten people from Chen Congwei stopped in front of the remaining Heavenly Guards and slowly retreated.

The Tianwei suffered too many casualties, and most of them were no longer fit to fight. Moreover, the matter was not clear now, and if the fight continued, the misunderstanding would only deepen.

Under Chen Congwei's order, the heavenly guards retreated to both sides of the platform, and Luo Wei also restrained the drumming and stopped motivating them. Without the blessing of the drums, everyone suddenly felt sore and weak, and many people did not feel the pain of the wounds on their bodies until this moment, and gritted their teeth despite the pain.

As soon as the Tianwei and Wulin sects stopped, the Beggar Clan, Confucius Sect, Zhenyangshan and other sects close to the imperial court also stopped, and the rightful masters stopped fighting. It would not be worth it if these gangsters continue to risk their lives. At this time, it was necessary to stand absolutely firm. They all stood under the leadership and blocked the "Emperor".

When everyone in the arena saw the Heavenly Guards retreating, their thoughts became active again: many of them were originally worried that the imperial court would use the opportunity of the conference to test the martial arts world and launch a purge of sects that did not respect the imperial court's will. Unexpectedly, when they arrived in the capital, even the people who asked the Prime Minister were killed, and the two knights from Fanglanju were also famous people. The result was...

At the meeting today, someone was poisoned and died during the banquet. The food was provided by the court. If you can't react, your death will be in vain. With Chu Xinghe taking the lead and Shui Changdong adding fuel to the flames, the martial arts people's fear of the imperial court turned to hatred, and it was naturally impossible to stop now.

As soon as the Heavenly Guards retreated, these people's minds became active again. They looked around one by one and hesitated.

"If you don't come at this time, you won't have a chance."

"The four of them are only at the early stage of the Breathing Realm. There is nothing to be afraid of."

"Let's do it together? At this time, why don't we wait for the court's reinforcements to arrive?"

"They are all grasshoppers on a rope, no one can even think about running away!"

Everyone in the arena was talking in low voices and kept moving forward.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

Four beautiful figures jumped down from the main seat and stood in front of everyone. When they landed, the bricks were shattered and rocks flew apart. They were full of momentum.

The four women's swords flowed into the clouds, their spears led to the dragons, their hooks crossed the souls, and their swords crossed the sea. Each held a weapon and fought in a row. Their willow eyebrows stood upright and their eyes were bright, like four tigers emerging from their cages.

Luo Wei's drum beat did not stop, but blessed the Yin Si Zi.

The fourth son of Yang controls the field, and the fourth son of Yin defeats the enemy. This is the excellent fighting method that Zhou Ziru created for the Yin and Yang Eight Sons based on their respective martial arts. Not only can these eight people stop thousands of troops, but they must be indomitable if they join forces to defeat the enemy. Although they only refer to the early stage of the Breathing Realm, it is no problem to deal with people like the Supervisor of Zhenyangshan who refer to the late stage of the Breathing Realm.

Martial arts people in the martial arts world have noticed that these four women are unusual. They are originally at the early stage of the Breathing Realm. Now with the blessing of Luo Wei's drums, they have almost reached the middle stage of the Breathing Realm. How can they fight? Although there are many experts on their side, they can't just randomly select four people in the middle stage of the Breathing Realm to fight against them.

Moreover, which sect among the Ten Great Chen Congwei, Beggar Clan, Zhenyang Mountain, and Confucius Sect is easy to get along with? Even if these people are held back, can the Fourth Son of Yang next to the main seat and the four great supervisors of Zhenyang Mountain... really win?

These small sects began to retreat in their hearts. Within a few breaths, their thoughts changed several times, just like grass on the wall.

Shui Changdong frowned. He had no choice but to add fuel to the flames, but if he jumped out again at this time, he might be blamed. What's more important is that the court will notice him. In that case, there is absolutely no way he can leave Xiashan alive.

Just when everyone on the field was in shock and confusion, suddenly, the sound of cymbals, flutes, drums, and piano all stopped for an instant, and it became eerily quiet.

"Lian Yunyin is honored to meet all the martial arts allies and pay my respects to... Your Majesty?"