The voice fell.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of arrows piercing through the air rang out.
Dozens of black arrows made of refined iron shone with a cold metallic luster under the sun.
His speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Ning Feng and Huang Rong.
However, in the face of such a scene.
Ning Feng's expression remained unchanged.
However, the true qi in his dantian was circulating rapidly. It was hundreds of times faster than a normal martial artist's speed, and it continuously attacked his tough meridians.?
Then, they gathered between his ten fingers.
The xylophone on his leg seemed to be unable to withstand the immense infusion of zhenqi.
A tiny crack appeared on the body of the zither.
Immediately after, the sound of zither music continued to be heard. The music that was played was as intoxicating as mellow wine. It stretched endlessly, but it also had the aura of danger.
Huang Rong, who was at the side, also changed her tune.
Her jade-like fingers tapped on the ancient yellow flute, and a serene aura reverberated in the flute. It was as if her delicate body was also spinning with it, spinning faster and faster, and suddenly flew up from the ground.
Under this beautiful music.
Waves of sound waves, which were like ambushes from all directions, disappeared.
Even space itself was rippling under the sound waves.
In the blink of an eye.
The sound wave and the arrow collided.
Kacha! Kacha...
The sound of arrows breaking could be heard.
They were like paper, breaking apart.
The sharp arrowhead separated from the sword, like a tiger that had lost its sharp blade.
He helplessly fell to the ground.
However, this was not the end.
The sharp sound waves spread out in all directions, toppling mountains and overturning seas, extremely sharp.
When the disciples of Mount Song saw this, their expressions suddenly changed.
His heart felt like it was being held tightly by someone, and his body trembled slightly.
Although they could not see the sound wave attack clearly.
However, their instincts told them that death was close at hand.
As expected.
In the next moment.
The moment their bodies came into contact with the sound wave, blood splattered on the spot.
The blood that spurted out dyed the Qi-breaking Crossbows in their hands red.
And such a scene…
Everyone present was shocked.
"Qi Breaking Crossbow…It actually failed!"
"Proud Smiling Pugilistic World's Sonic Technique can actually break the crossbow!”
"How is this possible?"
"Then what realm is the strength of Ning Feng who used such an attack?”
The Qi-breaking Crossbow was called the Qi-breaking Crossbow because the True Qi defense of a Grandmaster was not very effective against it.
And the Smiling Proud Martial World that Ning Feng used just now, not only completely blocked the offensive of the crossbow bolts.
In addition to cutting off the crossbow bolts, he also killed all the disciples of Mount Song who were holding the Qi-breaking Crossbows.
This made them wonder.
Could Ning Feng's strength not be in the grandmaster realm, but a great grandmaster?
However, before they could think about it, the Thirteen Guardians of Mount Song's expressions were already solemn, and they were about to launch an attack on Ning Feng.
His footsteps left deep footprints on the ground, revealing cracks.
At this moment, they understood that if they didn't give it their all, there would be no chance of survival.
Powerful true qi and internal energy were summoned and wreaked havoc in this space.
The violent wind was like a sharp blade, slashing in all directions.
Plants, rocks, and soil were all destroyed, and dust covered the surroundings.
In the next moment.
Clang! Qiang Qiang
Thirteen people, thirteen snow-white swords instantly unsheathed.
The sound of metal clashing could be heard.
The Mount Song Sword Art had a total of 17 styles. It was imposing and powerful, like a spear and halberd that swept across thousands of miles.
Everyone's face was extremely gloomy at this moment.
Among them, Ding Mian held a sword in one hand and a palm in the other as he said angrily.
"Pagoda Bearing Palm!"
Fei Bin was the same. He held the three-foot-long sword tightly in his hand, and his other hand was filled with dense Genuine Qi.
"Great Song Yang Palm!"
Great Yin Yang Hand Le Hou's face was ashen. He slashed his sword across the sky as if he was going to fight to the death.
"Great Yin Yang Palm!"
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One by one, the martial artists used moves that were as loud as thunder.
The Thirteen Guardians of Mount Song raised their aura to the extreme, and a murderous aura filled the space.
The sect leaders and elders who were watching the development of the situation couldn't help but retreat more than ten meters.
Such a fierce attack made their hearts involuntarily tremble!
"He actually forced the Thirteen Guardians of Mount Song to such a state!”
"Mount Song Swordsmanship and the famous ultimate skills of the thirteen of them!”
"I'm afraid Ning Feng is finished this time!"
As the distinguished figures of the large sects, they were very clear about the strength of the 13 Guardians of Mount Song.
They might only be at the middle or lower three levels of the grandmaster realm, and some might even be at the Xiantian realm.
However, if the thirteen of them attacked together, it would be completely different.
The thirteen of them had a tacit understanding of the Mount Song Sword Technique. Coupled with their respective abilities, they could even fight against a ninth-tier grandmaster or even a great grandmaster.
And even if they were no match for him, they could still remain invincible.
At this moment, their expressions were solemn as they looked at Ning Feng's position, but the emotions in the depths of their eyes were mixed.
In their eyes, Ning Feng's robes were fluttering in the wind.
He closed his fingers and pulled the strings.
In an instant, a layer of dazzling white fluorescent light covered the surface of the zither.
This was the embodiment of true qi quantity to quality.
Huang Rong's aura had also reached its peak.
The internal strength of the Nine Yin Scripture circulated wildly in his body.
The song of Smiling Proud in the Pugilistic World was about to end.
In the next moment.
Ning Feng caressed the zither with both hands, and the internal strength in his dantian flowed out continuously.
Then, he swept his ten fingers forward.
dang～
In an instant, an extremely high-pitched sound wave echoed.
Ning Feng's xylophone exploded under the immense zhenqi.
They turned into dust.
Clang!
The sound of the flute and the sound of the zither came out and fused into one at this moment. There was no distinction between them.
Instead, it turned into a boundless sound wave.
Like ten thousand wild horses that had escaped their reins, they galloped forward.
Under the violent sound waves, a layer of thick earth seemed to have escaped gravity and was lifted up.
It blotted out the sky as if doomsday had arrived.
Seeing this scene.
Everyone widened their eyes.
In the next moment.
Boom!
A shocking explosion sounded. The sharp sword qi and palm techniques of the Thirteen Guardians of Mount Song met the difficulty.
However, the violent true energy in the sound wave was able to destroy everything.
He did not give the other party any chance.
Not only the Thirteen Guardians of Mount Song, but also the five elders of the Kongtong Sect lying not far away and the swords in their hands.
They were all broken by the sound waves.
The powerful attack was instantly disintegrated.
Their internal organs had been shaken into a pile of mud.
His vitality was drained in an instant.
After a while, the sound waves slowly stopped.
Qin and Xiao disappeared.
Laughing Proud in Jianghu ended.
However, the sect leaders of the various sects all had their mouths wide open at this moment, and their expressions were shocked.
In a corner, a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect was also shocked.
He stared at Ning Feng's eyes and couldn't calm down for a long time.
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