Fairy Desire

Boom...boom...Moustache beat the drumhead of the big drum with drumsticks made of human skulls and human thigh bones, making dull drum sounds, gloomy, depressing, and breathless.

Meng Xiang's expression became serious. He didn't expect that Mustache's attack method was sound killing. This is a strange and terrifying attack method. It is invisible but ubiquitous. If you are not careful, you will encounter poisonous hands.

Seeing Meng Xiang's guarded look, Mustache sneered: "What, kid? Are you scared? It's late." Before he could finish speaking, the human head drumstick in his right hand slammed heavily on the drum surface, making a loud noise. ring.

At the same time as the drum sounded, a mass of light black air emerged from the drum surface.Mustache tapped again, and amid the sound of the drum, the black ball of air swished out, directly hitting Meng Xiang.Wherever it passes, the transparent ripples formed by the air it stirs can be clearly seen.

Meng Xiang's eyes were fixed, and he didn't want to avoid it. When the black air mass was still about a foot away from him, he drew out his long knife with a swish, and slashed towards it.He wants to test its characteristics and attack strength.

Without any suspense, the long knife hit the black light ball accurately, and it was in the middle of it.The blade paused for a moment, then slashed down, splitting the black ball of light into two, and flew past both sides of his body.

Mustache was stunned for a moment, and said, "Eh? Boy, you've got something wrong."

"I know my ability, and I don't need your praise."

"Hey, boy, you said you were fat and you were panting. You really don't know what to do!" The drumsticks in both hands of Mustache fell alternately, very fast.

Amid the soul-stirring drumbeats, groups of black air masses that were much larger than the previous ones shot at Meng Xiang continuously, causing whirlwinds to blow up in the calm arena.

Meng Xiang's eyes became focused. Although he saw that the black air ball was easily cut open just now, he felt that the air ball was special, soft and sticky, like glutinous rice balls made of high-quality glutinous rice noodles.

The light of the saber flickered, as long as those black air balls were within three feet of Meng Xiang, they would be cut in half.Mustache's expression became serious, but there was a sneer of disdain in his mouth: "Boy, do you think you can break my attack quickly with a knife? Dreaming!"

Boom, boom, boom...Moustache raised his hammers and rained down on the drum. The sound of the drum was so fast and dense that it was almost impossible to distinguish the beat.And those black air clusters were like spring water gushing out of a fountain, constantly emerging from the drum surface, and then shot all at Meng Xiang.

Meng Xiang only saw a black torrent appearing in front of him, rushing towards him with astonishing momentum.His eyes suddenly lit up, and he swung his knife towards the torrent of black air mass.

When the long knife was being swung, a small group of high-speed rotating airflow appeared above the tip of the knife, and it became bigger and bigger. When it broke away from the long knife, it could quickly absorb and stir the air to strengthen itself.In an instant, that air mass turned into a powerful pillar of wind, whistling.

With a whimper, the wind column rushed into the torrent formed by the gathered air masses, and quickly sucked those air masses into it. When it became strong enough, it slammed into Mustache with the momentum of thunder.

Mustache's expression changed, and the two drumsticks were raised together, and then fell down at the same time, making a loud bang.A huge black air wave surged forward, collided fiercely with the wind column, and after several struggles, both died.The huge shock wave formed when the wind column and air wave collapsed swept across the entire arena, making his and Meng Xiang's shirts rattling.

After the calm in the ring was restored, Mustache looked at Meng Xiang, his expression became serious, and he said, "I have to say that you do have some strength, but it is completely impossible for you to defeat me by relying on this." Yes. By the way, the warm-up is over."

Boom... The drums sounded again, but this time it was no longer a monotonous beating, and the order of the drums began to change complicatedly, becoming full of rhythm and rhythm.

Gradually, Meng Xiang's complexion began to turn ugly.He found that the drum sound seemed to carry a mysterious force, omnipresent and pervasive, so he had to notice it, and it firmly attracted his attention, leaving him no time to pay attention to it.

Afterwards, he found that his heartbeat, flow of Dao Qi, and even his thoughts were all affected by the sound of the drum, and they all began to change with the beat of the drum, as if they were completely out of his control.

When the drums beat fast, Meng Xiang felt his heart beating crazily as well, with a bang, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and the violent beating also put a huge load on the heart, it seemed to be at any time will all break.

The violent beating of the heart is not a problem for Meng Xiang. After all, he has cultivated the real body without leaks, and his heart is many times stronger than that of ordinary people, which is enough to support sudden changes.But it was when the drums slowed down that he felt the real danger.

The drumbeat slowed down, and his heartbeat also slowed down, and under the guidance of the drumbeat, it actually stopped beating, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.Although his body was very strong, he still felt extremely uncomfortable when his heart stopped beating.

Physically, Meng Xiang could still bear the changes, but the control of Dao Qi and thinking brought him more trouble. Dao Qi rampaged in his body, wreaking havoc, causing him extreme pain.And the whole riot of thinking was a huge disaster, it made his head as big as a bucket, his headache was about to split, and the buzzing in his mind made him wish he could split his head open.

If it weren't for his strong self-control ability, if it were another person, he would have fallen to the ground, rolling and wailing on the ground.

The mustache, who was always paying attention to Meng Xiang, naturally saw his situation clearly, with a complacent look on his face.However, the drumstick in his hand did not relax in the slightest, and kept beating out even more weird and changeable drumbeats. It was obvious that he was going to knock Meng Xiang down in one fell swoop.

Gradually, Meng Xiang's face became more and more ugly, pale and bluish, the veins on his forehead protruded, and his body was constantly twitching and trembling, and it seemed that he could not hold on anymore.

The mustache showed an expression of victory, and the drumsticks in his hands were beating in different patterns.Just when he thought Meng Xiang was about to collapse, a huge black bowl suddenly appeared in front of him, and the mouth of the bowl was aimed right at him.

Just when Mustache guessed what kind of trick Meng Xiang was going to do, a wave of breath rushed towards him, extremely fast, before he could react, it passed through his body.

Immediately afterwards, he felt as if his heart had been kicked severely, and a sharp pain spread throughout his whole body.Then the Dao Qi and thinking in his body also rioted, attacking his body altogether.

Puff...Moustache spit out a few big mouthfuls of blood before he slowly stabilized the situation in his body, but all aspects of his body had already been severely injured.

"You...you...what magic weapon are you using?" Mustache pointed to the big black bowl, with a look of lingering fear on his face.

"It's not a magic weapon, it's just a gadget that can reflect sound." Meng Xiang said it very lightly.

The big black bowl was a complete piece of wall that Meng Xiang cut down after destroying the closed spherical chamber in the secret realm of the magic gate.After his simple refining, it can be regarded as a magic weapon, but its function is very monotonous, it can only reflect sound.

"Okay, okay, okay. It turns out that you have prepared early, and I am not wronged. But if you think that you can be sure of winning with such a thing, then you are wrong." Mustache wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve Blood, "I'll let you see my true ability."

Mustache's expression became serious, obviously he had regarded Meng Xiang as an equal opponent.

"Willing to learn!" Meng Xiang nodded, quickly mobilized his body functions, and quickly brought it to its peak state.

In fact, when he was attacked by Mustache's drum, he thought of using the magic weapon in his hand to fight back.But he quickly changed his mind, because he found that after being attacked by the drums, although his body would feel some discomfort, it was not enough to cause major damage to it, and under the stimulation of the drums, it also occurred Subtle changes make it stronger.This is the fundamental reason why it took a long time to launch a counterattack, because by then the drumming was no longer helpful to strengthen his body.

"Ambush from all sides!" After the mustache yelled loudly, the drumsticks in both hands hit the big drum heavily. The drum sound was different from the drum he had played before. It was powerful and high-spirited. It was a war drum The voice exuded a murderous aura.

Dong dong... As the drums continued to sound, a powerful aura emerged from Mustache. It was a wave of anger, just like a person who saw his family and enemies slaughtered, and wished to eat their flesh and lay bare their skin.

At the same time, the battle drum also felt a sense, emitting a faint red light, as if a terrifying beast had been awakened.The battle carvings on the drum sound also became clearer, and the characters on it seemed to come to life, as if the sound of killing could be heard.

"Rise up!" With the roar of the mustache, strange changes appeared on both sides of his body, and figures appeared out of thin air, and more and more people appeared. In the blink of an eye, the number exceeded a thousand.

"Form up!" The figures heard Mustache's order and began to move quickly. In less than five seconds, they were already lined up in a neat line, with infantry in front, cavalry behind, and archers pressing down.

Everyone stared at Meng Xiang, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred and overwhelming anger, as if he was the mortal enemy who killed their relatives and trampled on their homeland, and wanted to kill him quickly.

Meng Xiang felt a powerful momentum rushing towards him, which reminded him of the raging tide, the torrent rushing down, the momentum is overwhelming, but it is a stumbling block blocking their footsteps.

"Attack!" Under the command of Mustache's drumbeat, the army in front of him set off.The infantry struck from the front, the archers followed, and the cavalry swept from the wings, like two sharp knives piercing his sides.

As the army approached, Meng Xiang felt more and more clearly the aura they radiated, like an angry sea tide, coming to him one after another, with the aura that would not stop until he was completely submerged.