Made-Up Martial Arts, Have You Really Mastered Them, Disciple? Chapter 119: The art of sound killing, the frustrated 0 magician

Latest website: Xu Yan is listening to the thousand phantom sounds and comprehending the power within them. The crisp sound of the flute seems to directly break into people's minds and invade their bodies.

The heartbeat and the sound of the flute seem to merge together. There is a feeling that when the flute stops, the heartbeat will also stop beating.

People who hear the sound of the flute will be confused and hallucinations will appear in front of their eyes.

It also seems to amplify certain hidden thoughts in people's hearts, forming hallucinations.

"This kind of sound-killing technique is somewhat special and difficult to resist. Once a weak person hears it, he will be trapped in it and unable to extricate himself."

Xu Yan felt that he had some enlightenment.

"Qian Huan Mo Yin, it turns out that there is something mysterious about this. It is just too weak. I wonder if it is because the technique itself is weak, or because the opponent is not strong enough?"

Xu Yan was surprised in his heart. He clearly understood that the art of killing with a loud voice should be extremely powerful. It was a powerful killing art that directly shocked the enemy.

But these thousand phantom sounds are not as powerful as expected.

He didn't even need to deliberately defend himself. When Qian Huan Magic Sound was heard in his ears, it was as if it was just an ordinary piece of music and could not cause any disturbance to him at all.

Du Yuying's voice came from beside him, and Xu Yan was immediately overjoyed, having obtained three more seventh-grade elixirs.

Looking at Du Yuying, her fair and tender face was already flushed, her eyes became psychedelic, and she was about to fall into a hallucination.

However, I am still struggling to support myself.

"She is quite good, with a third-level strength that can sustain her until now."

Xu Yan was surprised.

The guards were all swaying, even dancing, as if they were going to fight each other.

The maid Cui'er was in the carriage, making a whimpering sound, and she didn't know what kind of hallucination she had fallen into.

The driver who drove Yan Kuan was a first-level warrior. At this moment, his aura was constantly stirring, his eyes were red, he was breathing heavily, and a low growl came from his throat.

Already deceived by thousands of phantom sounds.

As for Yan Kuan in the carriage, he is using his energy to resist Qian Huan Magic Sound, but he is not feeling well either, and his condition is just a little better than Du Yuying's.

It can be seen that Du Yuying is still a bit good.

"Okay, deal!"

Xu Yan agreed excitedly.

With a slight movement of his palm, a vast artistic conception emerged, enveloping Du Yuying. Thousands of phantom magic sounds were completely offset, unable to break through this layer of majestic power.

The true meaning of dragon power in the Dragon Subduing Palm!

Du Yuying came back to her senses, let out a breath, and put on the veil again. She was shocked to see how strong the young man beside her was.

She felt a majestic power that enveloped her, and thousands of phantom magic sounds entered her ears, as if it was just an ordinary tune.

Looking at the guards, including Yan Kuan in the carriage, they were not in good condition.

She was a little helpless and could only speak again: "Young master, a seventh-grade elixir can break thousands of illusory demonic sounds!"

Xu Yan shook his head and said: "No, I haven't heard enough!"

Du Yuying was confused, did you really listen to Qian Huan Magic Sound as a piece of music?

Taking a deep breath, he added: "Then please ask the young master to help them get out of this predicament."

"No problem!"

Xu Yan readily agreed.

Buzz!

Long Wei's palm expanded and covered everyone. In an instant, the guards all woke up, but they were all breathing heavily and looked exhausted.

It seems that a big war has just happened.

Yan Kuan's heart was awe-inspiring. Even he, the master, had to resist the thousands of phantom sounds with all his strength. In Xu Yan's eyes, could he resist it so easily?

"Isn't he a great master?"

An idea popped into Yan Kuan's mind.

Immediately shook his head in denial: "No, absolutely impossible, it should be the Dacheng Grandmaster, or the pinnacle grandmaster!"

Even so, he was shocked and inexplicable.

How old is Xu Yan? He is already a strong master, even a peak master.

Looking back at myself, I am simply a waste!

Why are the gaps between people so big?

After helping others out of trouble, Xu Yan listened wholeheartedly to Qian Huan Magic Sound. He felt that if he could understand the sound killing technique, his strength might be a little stronger.

"Master is right, you must take the essence and use it for your own use. These thousand phantom sounds have merit!"

Xu Yan sat on the horse and listened silently.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute became louder, like swords and soldiers striking each other, like thousands of horses galloping. A murderous aura emerged from the flute sound, and even invisible swords and soldiers could be seen coming in a surging force.

The sound wave is fierce and the momentum is terrifying.

Xu Yan raised his eyebrows. At this moment, thousands of phantom sounds were all coming towards him.

Boom!

The sound waves are like swords and rolling waves, sweeping in continuously.

Xu Yan raised his palm slightly, and Long Wei's palm surged together with the sound waves.

He continued to comprehend the art of sound killing.

As I listened, the art of sound killing became clearer and clearer.

He seemed to have some enlightenment in his heart.

“Although my Dragon Subduing Palm has comprehended the might of the dragon, how can I show the might of the dragon and the wrath of the dragon without the dragon’s roar?

"The dragon roars and the heaven and earth are shocked. This is the true meaning of its anger."

At this moment, Xu Yanming realized.

On the palm of the hand, a golden dragon emerged, its eyes were shining, and the power of the dragon was stirring. At a certain moment, the golden dragon opened its mouth and let out a dragon roar.

Boom!

As the dragon roar sounded, a mighty power emerged between heaven and earth, and all beasts would prostrate themselves for it!

"No, it's a little worse. It doesn't have the power of dragon roar at all, it has no power to kill enemies, it's just a loud sound."

Xu Yan immediately realized that this dragon roar was just loud.

It does not have the power to kill enemies!

However, his golden dragon emerged, hovering in the air, looking down, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

The Qianhuan Magician, whose gender was unknown, had extremely solemn eyes, and there were layers of faint ripples on his body. He held the flute in his hand while he was full of momentum.

Cold light burst out from the flute.

"Who are you, and why are you involved in this matter? I, the master of the Demon Sect, were all killed by you?"

Qian Huan Mage's voice is feminine, sounding like a man and a woman.

Xu Yan, however, had no intention of exploring whether the other party was a boy or a girl. He just wanted to continue to master the art of sound killing and understand the meaning of the dragon's roar.

He even wanted to integrate the sound killing technique into the sword intention of mountains and rivers.

Mountains and rivers are infinite, how can they be silent?

Silent mountains and rivers are lifeless and lack some artistic conception.

The moment he heard the thousand phantom magic sounds, Xu Yan had these insights. If the sword intention of mountains and rivers is not dead, but alive, then he will be closer to comprehending the second realm of swordsmanship, the Heart Sword Realm. step.

So, when Qian Huan Magician stopped playing the flute, he was dissatisfied.

"Why don't you stop playing the flute? You're playing very well. Don't stop. Keep going. I'm in a good mood. I just won't kill you."

Xu Yan frowned.

Qian Huan Magician was so angry that the muscles on his face were twisting. Arrogant boy, do you think you are a singer?

Continue?

Do you really think that my true strength, the Thousand Illusion Magician, lies in my Thousand Illusion Magic Sounds?

No one can survive his thousand phantom sounds, so no one forces him to use his true strength!

"Boy, you are the first one. If you dare to humiliate me like this, you will die!"

As the figure erratic, it transformed into layers of psychedelic figures, and bits of cold light flew out from the flute, like stars raining down from the sky.

Du Yuying was shocked, Qian Huan Demonic Sound was not his strongest method?

What is the art of killing!

The cold light is falling like raindrops, there is no escape, and it seems impossible to resist.

All attacks were directed at Xu Yan.

Yan Kuan at the rear looked horrified. Even if he was uninjured and in peak condition, he could not withstand Qian Huan Mage's attack!

However, when I thought about Xu Yan's powerful ability to kill a grandmaster with one slap, I felt a little relieved.

Boom!

The golden dragon on Xu Yan's body roared out, circling and sweeping, and the cold light from the sky fell on the golden dragon's body. It actually shot out small craters on the golden dragon's body.

In an instant, the golden dragon became scarred.

When Yan Kuan saw it, his heart suddenly tightened!

Du Yuying's face changed slightly, showing worry.

The invincible golden dragon is actually scarred at this moment, and it doesn't look like it can last long.

"Your strength is not weak. You are the strongest among the masters I have met."

Xu Yan expressed his recognition of Qian Huan Mage’s strength.

I sighed in my heart, this is the pinnacle grandmaster of the inner domain, and his strength is indeed not weak.

Although Xie Lingfeng is also a Grandmaster, he is too young after all. He has just entered the Grandmaster realm and is still far away from the peak Grandmaster!

"Humph!"

Qian Huan Mage snorted coldly, and the sound seemed to come from all directions.

His figure is heavy, and cold light keeps emerging.

At the same time, the flute spit out a cold light, getting longer and longer, like a gleaming sword, with more and more sharp strands of energy.

They were scattered around the tea shed, shrouded around Xu Yan.

It seems that the next moment, they will strangle and completely kill the enemy.

"This person is a bit strong. Although he is a master of the Demon Sect, he does not practice killing techniques. He should be some of the weirder warriors in the Demon Sect.

"If I slap him with all my strength, I will beat him to death. Then I won't be able to hear the Thousand Illusion Magic Sounds. It's not good to hurt him. If he is injured, the Thousand Illusion Magic Sounds he blows will eventually become worse."

Xu Yan frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.

The attack was too heavy, I was afraid of killing Qian Huan Mage.

The opponent felt that his strength was no more than this, and he could not force the opponent to play a thousand phantom magic sounds for him.

Xu Yan had a tangled look on his face. While resisting Qian Huan Mage's attack, the golden dragon assessed Qian Huan Mage's strength. How much of his own strength could he subdue without seriously injuring Qian Huan Mage? Him, forcing him to continue to play thousands of phantom magic sounds for himself.

As a result, the golden dragon has more and more scars, and it seems that it cannot last long.

Qian Huan Mage's eyes were cold, "Boy, I'm going to cut you into pieces later!"

He was greatly shocked. This golden dragon is really impressive. What kind of technique is it?

The majestic power is like a real dragon coming to the world.

However, after all, it only has the shape of a dragon, which is still far from the true dragon form.

Yan Kuan had a solemn look on his face, "Qianhuan Magician is too strong, he seems to be unable to resist, what should I do?"

Du Yuying also frowned, feeling secretly anxious.

Yan Kuan gritted his teeth, his breath was stirring, and he stepped forward and said: "Little brother, I will fight with all my strength to resist Qianhuan Magician, how about you take the lady and escape?"

Xu Yan glanced at him strangely and said: "You are seriously injured. Are you sure you can resist it? No, you will be beaten to death with just one click?"

"I..."

Yan Kuan had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and instantly felt that his injury seemed to be getting worse.

Although it doesn't sound good, it seems that in my current state, it is really possible to be beaten to death with just one click!

He looked ashamed.

"Am I still a master? Why is there such a big gap?"

Yan Kuan was tired and felt lifeless.

I have been practicing martial arts for hundreds of years, and this is the end of it?

Bang!

The golden dragon was broken.

"Boy, take your life!"

Qianhuan Magician smiled coldly, and the flute burst out with cold light, shooting out.

"I will try my best to block this blow!"

Yan Kuan's eyes were firm, and he was ready to die. His aura exploded, and with a roar, he rushed forward to resist Qian Huan Mage's blow with his life.

Results!

What did he see!

Another larger golden dragon emerged, blocking all attacks!

Poof!

Yan Kuan vomited blood!

His momentum just exploded, he was fighting to die, completely ignoring the aggravation of his injuries, but before he had time to take action, Xu Yan shot out a bigger golden dragon and withstood all attacks!

Do you still have any energy left?

Why does he look so troubled, as if he is thinking about whether to leave the young lady and run away?

Yan Kuan's eyes were moist. His injury had recovered a bit after this period of time, but now it's better, and his injury has worsened!

Xu Yan glanced at him strangely, why is this grandmaster so fragile?

"Yan Kuan, are you okay? There should have been no attacks that affected you just now?"

"It's okay, the injury just recurred due to excitement!"

Yan Kuan wiped the corners of his mouth.

With a look of despair, he returned to the carriage and nursed back his injuries.

Qian Huan Mage's face changed again and again. Why was there another golden dragon?

And it seems stronger?

He gritted his teeth and a cold light erupted in his eyes.

"Crush it for me!"

At this moment, he broke out, a dazzling cold light burst out from the flute, and strangled the golden dragon with a bang.

Poof!

The golden dragon was broken.

"Boy, give me..."

Qian Huan Mage sneered and came over to kill, only to find that another golden dragon appeared, and it was a bit stronger than the previous one.

He was confused.

Suddenly, a second golden dragon emerged.

Curling around him, the mighty power continued to surge.

Blocked his escape route.

Qian Huan Mage's face changed again and again. As soon as his figure moved, he was about to fly into the air and escape from this place!

He is no match!

As a result, another golden dragon appeared above the head!

Now, there is absolutely no way to escape!

"Qianhuan Mage, let's make a deal."

Xu Yan smiled and finally blocked Qian Huan Mage's escape path.

"What deal?"

Qian Huan Mage's face was gloomy, he seemed to have fallen into trouble!

"Keep playing the thousand magic sounds for me, and I will let you go when I am satisfied!"

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"You dare to insult me? I, Qian Huan Magician, am not a singer!"

Thousand Fantasy Magicians are furious!

"Then do you want to die?"

Xu Yan frowned and asked.

"I..."

Qian Huan Mage felt aggrieved, where the **** did this freak come from!

"If it's your life, blow it to me. If it's your life, I'll blow your ashes away!"

Xu Yan said with a cold expression.

"I want my life!"

Qian Huan Mage gritted his teeth and said.

(End of this chapter)

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