Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1620: Twenty-four rings
A lot of ancient gods crumbled under the oppression of Yanwu, but most of them clenched their teeth and persisted.
Jiang Wushuang is also a shaky look, of course, this is just his intentional appearance.
With his strength and state of mind, even if the six-star silver armor ancient **** who released the coercion stood in front of him, he tried to release coercion to him alone, for fear it would be difficult to affect him.
Stop!噗通!
One body after another kneeled down.
Just a few moments ago, there were hundreds of ancient gods, but less than half are still standing.
Apart from Jian Wushuang, most of the rest have reached their limits.
At that moment, the coercion that didn't know where it came from suddenly dissipated. This dissipated, the ancient gods on the stage of Yanwu who still clenched their teeth and stood still were relieved. The wolf lay down on the ground, panting wildly there.
Jian Wushuang fell and did not lie on the ground, but he looked red.
In addition to him, there is another person standing on the field. This is a two-meter-tall, normal-looking young blond man. This young blond man also has sweat on his forehead. Eyes looked at Jian Wushuang.
"This person is the only one besides me who can stand up to that coercion all the time. I don't know how strong he is?" The blond youth muttered.
"After the first round of assessment is over, those who pass will rest for half an hour, and after half an hour, the second round of assessment will begin." The indifferent man who presided over the assessment was magnificent.
People who passed the first round of tests on the Yanwu field immediately recovered their time.
After half an hour, these ancient gods have almost returned to their peak.
At this time, the eight ancient gods slowly walked towards the martial arts field with a huge drum of war.
"Battle of Drums?" Jian Wushuang showed surprise.
"This is the beast king drum, the war drum unique to the ancient gods." The king's voice sounded in Jianshuang's heart.
Apart from Jian Wushuang, other ancient gods on the Yanwu field knew this Beastmaster Drum obviously and were very familiar with it.
"The second round of assessment is the Beastmaster Drum. I do n’t need to say more about the rules. You go forward one by one and try to sound the Beastmaster Drum as much as possible." The indifferent man said.
When even the first ancient **** came forward.
"咚! 咚! 咚!"
The ancient **** struck three times in succession from the beginning, then the sound was trembling, and then the speed slowed down, but the drumming kept on. After twelve times, the ancient **** tried to knock It sounded thirteenth time, but unfortunately the drumstick struck the drum head, but no sound came out.
"Twelve rings, barely reluctantly, it is estimated that this second round of assessment will not pass." King Wang's voice sounded in the heart of Jian Wushuang.
"Oh?" Jian Wushuang's heart moved.
He can also see that the Beastmaster's drum is not so easy to ring. The first ancient **** tried his best and only rang twelve.
Next, an ancient **** stepped forward and struck the Beastmaster's drum one after another, but most of them remained between the thirteenth to the eighteenth ring, until the name performed very well in the first round of assessment. The blond young man who had never been on the ground came forward, and the blond young man went out of his way to beat the beast king drum twenty-one.
This is also the first of many ancient gods to ring for twenty.
After the blond young man rang for twenty rings, the indifferent man in charge of the assessment couldn't help but glance at him and nodded slightly.
Finally, Jian Wushuang is here.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang also came to the Beastmaster's drum.
"Sword Warriors, this Beast King Drum is not uncommon in ancient sacred land. Not only this ancient king city, but also some ancient **** tribes also have Beast King Drums, so these ancient gods who participated in the assessment have never known to knock once. The Beastmaster Drum also knows how to grasp the power in it, but you are different. You are the first time you have contacted the Beastmaster Drum. You do n’t know how to control the power. So after you hit the drum, do n’t have any reservations. The power to beat the Beastmaster's drum as much as possible, the better. "King Wang said.
"I see." Jian Wushuang nodded.
After taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang took the drumstick, and then the power of the ancient **** on his body immediately surged.
"Oh!"
The first time you hit the Beastmaster's drum, Jian Wushuang didn't start out very coherently like other ancient gods. After just hitting it once, he paused for a while, but the voice was extremely strong.
Jian Wushuang felt the great resistance from the Beastmaster's drum when he hit the drum head.
"Would you like to break through this heavy resistance, and sound the Beastmaster's drum?" Jian Wu's eyes were fixed, and then he continued to drum.
"咚! 咚! 咚! 咚!"
Four thick drums sounded four times in a row, and Jian Wushuang could sense the increasing resistance on the Beastmaster's drum.
"No matter how much, do your best."
Jian Wushuang gnashed his teeth, and the power of the ancient gods immediately reached its limit, and then the drum was beaten wildly.
I only heard thick drums sounding in succession in this martial arts field.
In the blink of an eye, the sword Wushuang has already struck a full twenty times.
But at this point, the resistance on the Beastmaster's drum has reached an astonishing level, and Jian Wushuang felt that the power of the ancient **** that he had left was not enough anymore.
"So it ’s no wonder that I wo n’t control the power. I played the Beastmaster Drum before. In fact, I do n’t need to use so many ancient gods’ power. I can also beat the Beastmaster Drum. The power of God is simply wasted. Twenty times to this day, at least more than 50% of my ancient power of God is wasted. "Jian Wushuang shook his head with a smile, but he didn't care.
Waste is waste. Anyway, he has sounded twenty sounds, and then, he continues to drive the remaining ancient **** power to beat the drum.
"咚! 咚! 咚! 咚!"
It was four more. By the fifth, the sword's ancient god's power was completely exhausted, and the drumstick struck the drum, but there was no sound.
The sword is unparalleled.
"Jian Wushuang, in fact, based on the purity of your bloodline and the strength of your ancient **** power, if you have a certain grasp of the power, don't waste so much ancient **** power, you can beat this beastmaster. Twenty-eight times, or even thirty times. "The king's voice sounded in Jian Wushuang's heart.
"Haha, indeed, but it doesn't matter, as long as you can pass this assessment." Jian Wushuang smiled, and didn't care.
And the many ancient gods who participated in the assessment, including the young blond who struck the Beastmaster's drum twenty-one times before, all stared wide, and looked at the astonished Chaojian Wushuang. .
(End of this chapter)