Drums in the evening and bells in the morning, a peerless hero.
The two drums and bells rang together, bursting out waves, competing with the thunder produced by the masters of the Dayong Dynasty beating the drums.
Confrontation of invisible fluctuations.
Many masters felt the sharp aura and retreated one after another.
On the battlefield between the two sides, the boulders weighing more than 10,000 kilograms were turned into powder silently.
This scene made many martial arts masters tremble with fear.
"What a terrifying sound wave. An innate master cannot survive three breaths if he stands in it!"
"Don't talk about innate masters. If you let a junior grandmaster go up there, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive."
On the side of the Yong Dynasty, the bearded man couldn't resist the sound of bells and drums. His face turned red and his eyes seemed to pop out.
The Great Master of the Yong Dynasty who was sitting in a tall building said slowly: "Maya, you go up!"
Under the stage, a young man no more than six feet tall nodded: "Yes, Master!"
The six-foot young man took the drumstick and banged it on the big drum.
Bang bang bang!
That was the sound of thunder that destroyed heaven and earth.
On the Chinese side, several top martial arts masters vomited blood, and many even had their livers burst.
The sound of drums makes the heart beat rapidly.
When the two master-level masters of Twilight Drum and Morning Bell saw this, they couldn't help but become anxious. They mobilized all their true energy and struck the bell and drum fiercely.
The sound of bells and drums flows down like a torrent, against the sound of drums coming from the Dayong Dynasty.
The two sides fought to the extreme.
The eyes of Dugu and Chenzhong are red, and they will not give up easily.
On the other hand, the six-foot young man from Dayong Dynasty also had red eyes.
The evening drums and morning bells suddenly shouted: "The drums and bells are playing together!"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Three sounds.
The two masters of Twilight Drum and Morning Bell fell to the ground.
From their bells and drums, three unimaginable fluctuations came out, sweeping towards the Dayong Dynasty.
The six-foot young man changed color, and he knew he couldn't resist it.
call!
The wind moves.
In the tower, the Great Master of the Yong Dynasty took action and released a wave of waves, which eliminated the terrifying sound waves of the three drums and bells invisibly.
"Hahahaha, King of the Northwest, look at what kind of people you have under your command. They are vulnerable. They are not even as good as the young disciples of our Great Yong Dynasty's Imperial Master. In my opinion, you should go home and wash your hands and sleep, haha. Haha!" Hun Yu, the sixth prince of Dayong Dynasty, laughed wildly.
The Central Plains side thought that the Dugu and Chenzhong had been defeated.
"That six-foot young man is so powerful. He is just a young disciple of the Great Yong Dynasty's Imperial Master. How strong is the Great Yong Dynasty's Imperial Master? I heard that he is a super strong man who returned from the endless sea!"
The masters of the Central Plains arena are a little scared.
Yan Xiaofeng interjected: "What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful he is, can he still be the opponent of the master of the Chinese Pavilion? Besides, someone has to take action, otherwise the dwarf will definitely be killed by the two seniors Mu Gu Chen Zhong!"
In Yan Xiaofeng's eyes, no one is the rival of the Chinese Pavilion Master.
The people in the world understood that someone secretly took action and defeated the sonic attack of Dusk Drum and Morning Bell.
"Yan Xiaofeng, it is said that the Imperial Master of the Dayong Dynasty came from the Endless Sea, and his strength is extraordinary. Although the master of the Chinese Pavilion is powerful, he may not be his opponent!"
There is no reason why Jianghu people are like this.
The Grand Master of Dayong Dynasty is really too mysterious.
The youngest disciple is more powerful than Du Gu Chen Zhong.
I think back then, the dusk drums and morning bells traveled across the rivers and lakes for decades without a single defeat.
"Everyone, the strength of the Zhonghua Pavilion Master is beyond your imagination. He will definitely defeat the Grand Master of the Dayong Dynasty!" Li Qingxuan, who ranked third on the list of most beautiful women in the world, stood up and publicly supported the Zhonghua Pavilion Master.
"Fairy Qingxuan, in addition to one national master of the Dayong Dynasty, there are also many great masters, Tianming Palace and Old Buddhist Temple. They all support the Dayong Dynasty. There is only one master of the Zhonghua Pavilion. He can deal with the national master of the Dayong Dynasty. Others Who can deal with the Grand Master?"
The Lord of Skyhawk Castle issued a soul torture.
It's not that he doesn't want to side with the Northwest King, but the enemy is too powerful and he has to consider his family.
"Everyone, the enemy is powerful. If we don't resist, then we Chinese people will be slaves forever. Do you want your descendants to be slaves to the aliens? We will grovel and live in danger. If the enemy wants to kill us, they will kill us. Even if we die in battle this time, We can also die a worthy death without being scolded by future generations. Everyone, I, Yan Xiaofeng, will not retreat even if I die!" Yan Xiaofeng said solemnly.
He did not want future generations to be slaves to foreigners.
Yan Xiaofeng's words calmed down many martial arts masters who had retreated.
"Yan Xiaofeng is right. If we retreat, even if we can eke out a living, we will not be able to face our ancestors and die in battle to protect an inch of land for future generations." The Lord of Tianying Castle stood up and stopped mentioning the enemy's strength. .
Situ Jiu took a sip of wine and almost fell down.
He practices Overlord Fist, and the more he drinks, the more powerful he becomes.
"Yan Xiaofeng, I, Situ Jiu, will compete with you today to see who can kill more enemies!"
Yan Xiaofeng readily agreed: "Okay!"
The Jianghu hero has a firm gaze and looks upon death as if he were dead.
Death, no matter what!
"King of the Northwest, Yang Zhan, if you surrender, like Wu Shangui, our emperor can make you king and guard one side, otherwise, you know the consequences!"
Hun Yu, the sixth prince of Dayong Dynasty, began to threaten the northwest king and Yang Zhan.
Yang Zhan laughed: "Hunyu, everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. If I, Yang Zhan, don't want to be scolded by future generations after my death, let's fight!"
Hunyu's eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent.
"Sixth Prince, I have long said that these people from the Central Plains are ungrateful. Kill them. We, the Yong Dynasty, will reach the top of China!" Disdainful.
"Master Fengyuan, you are right." Hunyu agreed.
Feng Yuannai, the great disciple of the Great Yong Dynasty's Imperial Master, returned from the Endless Sea. He has extraordinary strength and is a second-level master of heavenly martial arts.
The only drawback is that the two martial arts golden elixirs were condensed in the eternal continent of the endless sea.
There, it is very simple to condense the golden elixir of martial arts. Once in a fight, the golden elixir has no lasting power.
Feng Yuan received Hunyu's affirmation, flew into the sky, and shouted: "You Central Plains people, listen, I want you to put down your weapons and kneel down!"
"Don't even think about it!" The Northwest King refused to give in even though he was under tremendous pressure.
"You Chinese people are really looking for death. I killed dozens of Chinese masters in the Eternal Continent. Today, I drank fresh food from the Chinese warriors..."
disease!
There was an explosion in the void.
Feng Yuan, the great disciple of the Great Yong Dynasty's Imperial Master, went out to hear the reputation, but saw a figure coming quickly.
"Stop!" In the tower, the Great Yong Dynasty's Imperial Master shouted.
boom!
That shadow instantly knocked Feng Yuan, the great disciple of the Great Yong Dynasty's Imperial Master, into a blood mist.
Man remains in the void.
Wearing a green shirt.
The battlefield was completely silent.
In a battlefield of two million people, no one made a sound.
Everyone held their breath.
"Who are you?" shouted the Great Master of the Yong Dynasty.
Wang Yi sent a message behind him: "King of the Northwest, General Yang, don't talk nonsense with them, kill, kill all these foreigners, their great masters, I will kill them all!"
boom!
After Wang Yi finished speaking, he erupted into a turbulent situation.
With the thirteen-layer golden bell and the Yanhuang bloodline, no one can stop him.
Wang Yi killed the imperial master of Dayong Dynasty alone.
"Kill, kill!"
"kill!"
The Northwest King roared.
Yang Zhan yelled.
Beat the drum and rise to the sky.
There were two million people on both sides. There was no prelude, no general battle, and the battle suddenly started!
"kill!"
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