Chapter 669 The sound of drums shook the whole audience, a big breakthrough before the battle

Author: Beginning of Summer Rebirth

Chapter 669 The sound of drums shook the whole audience, a big breakthrough before the battle

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 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 his muscles and marrow. He felt really indescribably comfortable.

When the drum sound disappeared, he raised his hand and slapped his hands, which was 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.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drum head vibrates, four times in a row!

It's not the five laws, but the cycle of five laws, Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu are complete, then Gong, Shang, Jiao!

Eight drums sound, each one more majestic, dull and vast than the last!

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Wu Yingyue's eyes widened and her lips opened 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 have already used up eight percent of her power. She is very aware of how terrifying this drum is!

Why does this person knock eight times?

"Why are there eight sounds? The five rhythms are repeated. 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, and they thought that even if this person had all the five rules, he would still be able to secretly damage his foundation.

This is already a high regard for 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 on their faces 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.

"The five rhythms cycle three times, fifteen tones! Is this still a human being?"

"Is it because the drum has been beaten continuously for several days and the drum surface has been damaged?"

Disciples from all sects could not hide their fear and angrily raised questions.

This is really incredible!

Still no one answered!

Because, a group of ancestors discovered that the rhythm of the drum beating for fifteen times in a row 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——"

"Dong dong dong..."

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 fired 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 deep, sometimes loud, sometimes radical like raindrops, sometimes slow like stepping...

This is more than just five rhythms, it is simply a loop of dozens, hundreds, hundreds of rhythms. It is already a perfect drum song for battle formation, although it is not very nice.

In the corner, Wu Yingyue swallowed dryly and slumped her shoulders, as if she were 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 lingers 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 cleansing the whole body and cutting off the marrow.

This benefit was probably beyond his expectation. Such a great gift came to him as soon as he entered the sect. It was the right thing to do!

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 shining slightly.

The word "how" is quite particular. It can be said to have two meanings. The first level is that this giant drum is 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, 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.

Lingtai Fifth Heaven!

Breakthrough!

"this……"

This scene is really speechless. The sound of hundreds of drums is already overwhelming. The drums fall for a breakthrough?

Even if drumming only proves his basic skills, or he has special skills, how could he get this breakthrough so easily?

Breaking through the martial arts 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 him or not, couldn't help but shout out and rush out after them.
To be continued...