Chapter 132

the double hammers gradually became the size of their heads, and the blue light on the hammers was even worse. Since they were not worried about their defense, it seemed that Gu Changyan was ready to attack.

Instead, Yi Heng recalled the flute and stopped attacking it. Instead, he put it to his mouth and blew it.

The deep sound of the flute sounded from the flute and spread all over the hall. The sound of the flute was graceful and desolate, as if telling a story.

All the practitioners under the stage were attracted by the sound of the flute. After carefully experiencing the charm of the sound, they remembered all the hardships they had experienced in their life.

Qiu Xiyin was even more tearful. When did she feel such desolation?

However, Gu Changyan was not moved. Seeing that Yi Heng no longer attacked, he blew up the flute. With a wave of his big hand, the double hammer the size of his head hit Yi Heng with blue and bright electric light.

The sound of "Zizi" mixed with the bleak sound of Dongxiao is so incongruous that Yi Heng seems not to see it. When the double hammer is approaching, his right hand slides down from the flute.

The air in front of the body rolls and three air walls are laid in an instant. This is the first level skill of Xun's formula, but now it's three times in succession.

After that, his right hand went back to the flute. The sound of the flute just now coincided seamlessly. It can be seen that he practiced the method so fast that it was only between one syllable.

The bleak sound of the flute suddenly changed and became fierce. It seemed that it was the fear and anxiety of a small soldier in the war between the two armies. It seemed that he was worried and afraid of losing his life at any time.

Along with the sound of the flute, the monks under the stage also remembered that they went out to seek opportunities, wandered among the three great Jedi, and faced unknown crises and monsters at any time.

Every time I hold the determination that I will never go back. That kind of fear and determination, which I did not want to think of, was revealed in the sound of the flute at this time.

Zeng Yushu's eyes were full of tears. From the age of 12 to 14, senior brother Yi spent his time in the mortal army. He was also the front-line sword shield soldier. I don't know how many battles he has experienced and how many times he worries about life and death in his heart.

It turns out that this is the kind of feeling, which makes people bloodthirsty and despairing. It is even more painful than facing Xiao Yuanzhou every time, because at least there is room for choice and counterattack.

But in the war of mortals, can the fate of a sword shield soldier be changed by hard work and hard work?

At this time, the double hammers on the stage hit the air wall. In addition to the electric light flashing several times, Gu Changyan saw the attack which he was proud of, and even let the other party's flute sound did not stop at all, so he couldn't help being dignified again.

Take back the double hammers, and bless the word "Zhen" again and again. After five consecutive blessings, the blue light on the double hammers is finally purple. This is approaching the attack of the foundation building friars.

Before the attack was over, the sound of the flute suddenly became relaxed, as if it was the happiest thing. With the sound of the flute, the monks recalled the joy of being discovered by the immortal master when he was young, and teaching the Dharma decision to start practicing.

Gu Changyan did not dare to think much about it, and once again drove the double hammer to fight against Yi Heng.

At this time, Yi Heng was thinking about the joy that Xu Feng had taught FA Jue and began to practice. For the attacking double hammers, except his face was more dignified, the Xiao still did not stop.

However, his right hand pulled out and waved again. The air in front of him rolled and solidified into five air walls. At this time, the five air walls were no longer the same as last time, but more condensed. This time, he used most of his spiritual power.

When the right hand holds up the flute again, the sound of the flute changes again, and the bottom is mute and gloomy. It seems to be telling about the difficulty of cultivating immortals, the difficult predicament and the struggle between life and death.

At this time, the double hammer with a slight purple light hit the air wall, breaking four times in a row, but finally dissipated in the fifth air wall, so Yi Heng retreated five or six steps.

The purple electric light exploded, and some of them hit Yi Heng's body, smashing the Taoist robe on the outside, revealing the gray bear fur coat inside, and the sound of the flute did not stop.

All the practitioners under the stage wake up from the sound of the flute. Seeing this scene, they know that Yi Heng is wearing a top-notch magic weapon, and his ability as a Qi refining monk is not enough to do him too much harm.

After the double hammers were withdrawn, the sound of the flute changed again. Only this time, it became pleasant to the ear. However, all the practitioners felt that the atmosphere was suddenly killed.

Yi Heng's eyes were fixed on Xiao Yuanzhou under the stage. He was not able to fight back. He didn't even see what the pursuer looked like. He was driven into the bottomless pit for nearly 13 years.

In addition to enduring the unbearable loneliness of ordinary people, they also have to face strange creatures that are hard to kill. Finally, it takes half a year to climb out. During this period, who knows how many times they want to give up, ready to let the bottomless pit devour themselves.

In addition to seeking the origin of this world, more is hatred for this person. Otherwise, I would have given up.

When Gu Changyan saw that the strongest attack was just to make Yi Heng step backward, he knew that he could not surpass Yi Heng. The best way was to consume his spiritual power.

It's a pity that the sound of the flute didn't stop.

Xiao Yuanzhou had already raised his head. From the sound of the flute, he could hear that the hatred was against him. When his eyes touched Yi Heng, the sound of Xiao changed again.The meaning of killing is getting stronger and stronger, and Yi Heng's murderous spirit is becoming more and more serious. Xiao Yuanzhou feels a little bad.

Zeng Yushu was moved again. From the sound of the flute, he could hear that elder martial brother Yi came back to the mountain gate and knew that he was forced to build a foundation. From now on, he would no longer advance. His anger and killing intention were so strong.

When the momentum has been completed and the intention of killing is enough, the sound of the flute becomes low again. It seems that Liu hen Han is suffering from pain alone, and his strong aura can only maintain the depression of vitality.

Yi Heng tried to hold back his tears. He held the flute with his left hand, and began to pinch Zhiju with his right hand. After the appearance of the five Xun characters, he was blessed on the Dongxiao. This was the first time that he superimposed Xuzi Jue.

When the fifth Xun character was integrated into the Dongxiao, the sound of the flute was still low and calm, and the meaning of killing had reached its peak.

At the same time, he opened his eyes and looked up to the stage.

Lei Yiming is even worse. His right hand is ready to move. But at this time, the Dongxiao on Yi Heng's hand has disappeared.

The sound of the flute still rings in the ears of all the practitioners, but the flute has disappeared. People feel the sense of killing. Looking at the Taoist robes of the two people on the stage who are blown by the wind in the sound of the flute, Zhongxiu is inexplicably nervous. His palms are full of sweat, and they open their eyes to find the location of the flute.

Suddenly, the flute appeared in Yi Heng's hand again, as if it had not disappeared.

The sound of the flute is still graceful, just like the beginning. However, many practitioners have found that there is a drop of blood at the bottom of the flute. Under the sunlight, it is so bright and clear.

Then all the friars, including the three gate owners, turned their heads and looked at Gu Changyan.

There was a sly smile on his face, but his eyes gradually solidified, and a bloody hole in his throat just erupted blood.

As soon as the sound of Xiao stopped, the drop of fresh blood also dropped, and Gu Changyan's body slowly fell down. When the sound of "Tiao" hit the stage, the drop of blood also just immersed in the dust.

When the sound of a flute is done, I die.