At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

The bald man at the head seemed to have absolute confidence and made no secret of his purpose.

His big copper-bell eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuan from the beginning, making no secret of his malice, just like the top predator in nature staring at its prey.

Before he finished speaking, the bald man had already moved, his figure suddenly became blurry, and disappeared from the place in the blink of an eye.

call!

There was a violent wind blowing behind his head. Zhang Yuan's neck felt cold, his brows stung, his spiritual senses were severely touched, and his whole body felt short of breath, feeling like he was about to suffocate.

It turned out that the bald man had already arrived behind Zhang Yuan, stretched out a big hand like a futon, and was grabbing his head!

fast!

It's so fast!

The bald man is tall and strong, and wears Western-style armor. He looks like an ancient beast. He looks quite bulky, but his speed is incredibly fast!

Just like teleporting, without any fireworks, the huge body of the bald man had changed positions and came behind Zhang Yuan.

At the same time, the other four people in the five-person team also moved.

The thin black boy turned into a black shadow and floated out, like clouds and smoke scattered between the sky and the earth, making it difficult to find his trace with the naked eye.

The young man's muscular lines were prominent under his suit. He stepped hard and rushed out like a cheetah.

A ball of cold white flames exploded silently in front of the cold woman, and she disappeared into the fire like a ghost.

The last middle-aged fat man had a huge body, with a waistline comparable to that of three adults. Now he was three points larger, like a tank running over him.

The four of them used their own methods and rushed towards the man beside the spiritual spring.

The man was clearly out of shape and seemed helpless, but as soon as the four of them took action, they went all out.

Is it that the haggard man is not simple, or may there be other threats that have not yet appeared in this cave?

Zhang Yuan had no time to think about this problem, let alone help the man.

Because that terrifying big hand was almost touching the back of his head.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's whole person was shrouded in the shadow of death.

At the moment of life and death, Zhang Yuan was still shocked, but the purple bamboo flute had already been brought to his mouth.

Dongxiao solo, "Recalling the Flute".

The quiet and elegant flute sound sounded in the cave, the melody was euphemistic, beautiful and moving.

Golden Body Technique!

Unloading technique!

Light body technique!

The way of music is invisible. At this time, each note beat with the mana, but it seemed to have turned into a tangible object, and three spells were instantly activated.

A layer of golden light protected Zhang Yuan's whole body. His body was light and his body was floating in the wind like catkins.

boom!

The big hand of the futon fell, and the protective golden light disintegrated after holding on for just one breath.

But Zhang Yuan followed the sweeping wind of his palm and his whole body floated out, keeping distance from the bald man.

"Humph, want to escape?!"

The bald man showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, dodged and rushed to Zhang Yuan again, arms spread wide, as if he wanted to give a warm hug to a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

However, this hug is undoubtedly fatal. If you are hugged, you will end up with broken bones and tendons.

Zhang Yuan had completely regained his composure. The tune changed and he played another tune. The sound of the flute became deeper and faster.

Dongxiao solo, "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand".

The melody is gentle and melodious, as if it's late autumn, when the world is full of desolation and desolation, and it also has a sense of solemnity.

Sound attack!

The invisible sound waves turned into sharp blades and shot towards the bald man. The invisible sharp blade, like autumn rain or cool wind, enveloped everything above and below, making it impossible to avoid or hide.

Today's Zhang Yuan is no longer what he used to be. He not only has all kinds of small spells at his fingertips, but also has some insights of his own. He doesn't just use spells in a regular way.

Although Zhang Yuan has never fought with other extraordinary beings, it seems that during his years of training, he has zero combat experience.

But don't forget that in that "dream", Zhang Yuan once experienced a brutal life-and-death fight.

In the past six months, that "dream" has been like a nightmare. Zhang Yuan would occasionally dream back to that time when he fell asleep, only to wake up after experiencing all kinds of pain and torture.

Therefore, he not only fought in his dreams, but also often recalled the fighting scenes while traveling around the world, and pondered the method of fighting.

After being tortured by nightmares again and again, and thinking hard again and again, Zhang Yuan finally gained something.

The sound wave is invisible, the sharp blade is hidden, and the counterattack is like a violent storm.

However, all I saw was that the bald man did not dodge, and the armor on his body lit up with dazzling white light, shining brightly.

The bald man stood there like a mountain. He connected all the sound blades, which only made his figure slightly shaken.

This wave of offensive can't hurt him at all!

On the other side, the haggard man had been captured, and no miracle happened.

The four people were surrounding the almost dry spiritual spring, as if they were arranging something.

"Hahaha...boy, are you tickling me?"

The bald man disappeared again, and the ridicule seemed to come from all directions, and seemed to ring in Zhang Yuan's heart.

"Too weak, too immature. You are just a flower in the greenhouse. I am completely sorry for your cultivation..."

This sound was like a demonic sound that penetrated the ears, shaking Zhang Yuan's body and soul, making him dizzy and unable to concentrate and continue playing.

The tune was messed up and the sound of the flute stopped suddenly. Zhang Yuan's magic power was not working smoothly, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly.

As Zhang Yuan's cultivation of music deepened, he became more sensitive to various sounds.

At the end of the practice, you can even listen to the voices of all things.

Originally, this was Zhang Yuan's advantage, but now it became his disadvantage.

call!

The bald man didn't know when he was standing behind Zhang Yuan, and his two big hands were grabbing at him from the left and right. He was about to come, and it was too late to avoid him.

boom!

The body-protecting mysterious light supported by mana was shattered, and Zhang Yuan was about to fall into the palms of two demonic claws.

He looked stern, and held up the purple bamboo flute in his hand. It exuded bright purple light, like a sharp arrow, and thrust it towards the top of his head.

Phew~!

The purple bamboo flute pierced the air, bringing up a sharp sound of wind, piercing the head of the bald man.

Since he could no longer escape, he did not lack the courage to fight for his life. He ignored the two big hands grabbing at him and dragged the opponent into the water to prevent him from having a better time.

"Cough cough..."

When the two big hands came together, Zhang Yuan had no idea how many bones were broken. He coughed up blood in his mouth and was seriously injured. (End of chapter)