The weather was not good tonight. As Xia Yunmo's drums rang, the singing started, but the wind became heavier and the rain finally fell.

Xia Yunmo's voice was not loud, and it was far enough away from everyone, but everyone could hear it clearly, clearly.

But almost no one cares, just thinks it is a coincidence. After all, it is really unimaginable for people with body movements and celestial phenomena.

"Countless heroes rushing around, and the righteousness of the world remains in ancient and modern times."

The whirlwinds rolled up dust and sand in the sky, and suddenly exploded from the middle. The sand burst into all directions like flying needles.

These thin sand that are usually inconspicuous has now become terrifying hidden weapons. Anyone who is hit by the sand will immediately have tiny blood holes.

Dangdangdangdang!

At that moment, many ghost Cha Luo pulled out their weapons to resist the fine sand that was pouring in. Among them, Pojun even slashed out sword curtains, leaving his defense under him without any flaws.

But even so, hundreds of Gui Chaluo died in this fine sand.

"The swords and swords are running fast, and love threads are wrapped around the hero's body."

"Love tears are accompanied by wine and the sky, and fullness is filled with passion and blood to write the past."

The drums sounded again, and the heroic singing resounded throughout the world.

At the same time, raindrops in the sky fell from the sky, and the raindrops continued to transform and pull into the air, turning into a small sword and shooting straight downwards.

Xia Yunmo used this move when he was fighting with Xiang Yutian at the sea, which made immortals and demons like Xiang Yutian too tired to deal with.

Although Xia Yunmo was just having fun at this time, the power contained in the raindrops was also terrifying.

Gui Cha Luo's screams continued, and the wind and dust in the sky had just stopped for a while. Before he could take a breath, the sword rain had already fallen.

They never thought that rain would turn into a sword, and its power would be so amazing.

sir, sir, sir...

The rain sword was extremely sharp and directly penetrated Gui Chaluo's body, drawing a blood-colored mark. Finally, it made a rush, like ordinary rain, and fell to the ground.

Not long after, hundreds of people died in the entire Guicha Luo army. The rest were all masters, but even so, everyone was seriously injured.

At first glance, the corpses were everywhere and blood was flowing all over the ground. In addition, the strong wind kept blowing, making the earth messy, as if it was landed from the air by a huge brush, and wrote the cursive script on the earth with the blood of Guichaluo.

"Ah, he is the devil of hell."

"Devil, let's run away."

Before joining the Juewu Temple, every Guicha Luo will be brainwashed, turning them into obedient murder machines without any humanity.

But unfortunately, the brainwashing method of Juewu Shengong is relatively ordinary. It is not to really remove people's fear, joy and other emotions, but to suppress them.

And when these fears, joy and other desires accumulate more and more, they will eventually erupt like a volcano.

Seeing Xia Yunmo's method like a ghost, the thread in his heart finally broke, making their emotions more extreme than when ordinary people burst out.

Gui Cha Luo retreated one after another, and Jue Tian looked at each other and began to retreat.

They might have thought it was a coincidence before, but now if they can't guess it anymore, they are fools and idiots. The man in front of them has reached the point where he secretly matches the celestial phenomena and cannot be defeated.

What's more, this person was also called the "Twenty-Three Swords Lord", and his twenty-three swords have not been used yet.

"Damn it! A bunch of cowards."

Pojun cursed angrily and retreated.

He is an old man, not Juexin, and a young boy like Juetian can compare to him.

In this situation, where you can retreat, you should gather the last power and rush towards Xia Yunmo, and there is still a glimmer of hope for victory.

As for now, it depends on who is running faster.

Xia Yunmo raised a smile on the corner of her mouth. Can she run away? You are my listeners.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The drum sounds were beating like a storm, and each blow seemed to hit the hearts of everyone, making their heartbeats grow wildly.

"Where is the invincible person who won't go?"

"Where is no ending song, no lasting seat."

"Where is the invincible person who won't go?"

"Where is no ending song, no lasting seat."

Xia Yunmo's high-pitched and majestic singing was also accompanied by the sound of drums, full of heroic and domineering feeling, making people feel excited.

I wish I could kill the world and turn the world upside down, and I could not wait to travel all over the world, and I wish I could play endlessly, and I wish I could drink the sun and the moon and the light were gone.

Drums, singing, and illusions arise.

The sound of the wind and the sound of the rain, the joy and sorrow come.

The numerous Guicha Luos evoke emotions with Xia Yunmo's voice, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes crazy, and as if they have come to the boundless scenery, where there is endless joy and no sorrow.

Suddenly, the next moment, the situation suddenly changed, and he fell from Shengjing to purgatory, threw it into the oil pan, peeled it with cramps, and cut off his tongue.

These singing and drum sounds had no effect on Leng Yan and Youruo. In their eyes, the group of ghost Cha Luo stopped while running, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes screaming in pain, which was extremely strange.

In the scene, only Pojun can resist the singing. But he must stop and have all his luck.

As for Jue Xin, the two brothers Jue Tian were also in great pain and sweating all over. After all, their martial arts were higher, and Xia Yunmo intended to keep the three of them, so they could barely hold on.

Bang, bang, bang...

The power of the illusion is boundless. If a person falls into a cliff in the illusion and believes it firmly, he is still likely to be "fallen to death".

These ghost Chalu fell suddenly to the ground, their eyes were dissipated, and they soon lost their breath.

The sound of falling comes one after another. The faster the drum beats Xia Yunmo, the faster the falling comes.

"Only love is as deep as the sea of ​​unlimited righteousness, let the clouds disperse and the wind gather"

The sound gradually turned low, still giving people a sense of endless aftertaste. When the last note fell, the entire Guicha Luo army was left with only Pojun, Juexin, and Juetian.

As for the others, they had lost their lives during the time of Xia Yunmo's song.

Xia Yunmo slowly opened his eyes, and thousands of lights shone on him, like a superstar in the prosperous era.

"Thank you for listening to my concert, although the ticket price is a little more expensive."

Xia Yunmo was a very polite person. He bowed slightly to the corpses of Gui Chaluo.

Leng Yan and Youruo looked at each other and both felt incredible.

This guy actually sang so many people to death?

Youruo couldn't help but shake his head and said, "So, a person can sing so badly, and have such an effect."

Xia Yunmo was furious, turned around, hugged Youruo's little head, and bit her lip hard.
Chapter completed!