Enchanting Divine Sound Master

Chapter 334 Tree of Soul, Western Dragon (6)
Le Wushuang lowered his head and chuckled, held the Konosis sword in his hand, flicked his fingers lightly and said: "Good things should be shared, especially dead things, but...seriously, your dragon The angle is really good!"

"Hmph! Lowly human being, see if I don't kill you!" I was furious, roared and flew towards Le Wushuang.

Standing on tiptoe and leaving the ground quickly, Le Wushuang floated in mid-air, with the Konosian sword in his hand facing the attacking Yi Shi.

"Try my trick!" Le Wushuang held the Konosis sword high in front of him, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Shiyin Cangliu!"

Shiyin Cangliu, originally attached to the bow, but when this move is swung, black notes are dragged, and rose petals immediately grow on the snow-white Hundred Bone Sword. The milky white light is the power of the sound spirit, and the flame is It is constantly burning on the hilt of the sword.

When Le Wushuang made this move, Yin Cangliu waved it out, instantly sending the Yishi attack flying out.

I fell down in pain and rolled on the ground a few times, got up angrily and stomped his feet and said, "Human, you actually hurt me!"

Le Wushuang landed on the ground, stroking Konosis's sword with his fingers: "If you hit you with your bones, will you feel sad?"

"Damn it!" I flew up and was instantly blocked by III.

San Shi said with red eyes: "You are amazing, but... don't think that you can live like this."

"Oh? It sounds like you want to go up together?" Le Wushuang looked at the five western dragons surrounding him.

Now, it's really over.

"Hmph! Let's go together, you are too flattering." Sanshi snorted coldly, and said to the other four western dragons around him: "I'm here to meet her, you are not allowed to make a move!"

When the other four dragons heard this, their mouths raised disdainful smiles.

See how long you can be tough, they still want him to die.Even if he couldn't die, he was seriously injured, and he could be easily killed!

The corner of Le Wushuang's mouth raised a smile. I didn't expect that God helped me. If it wasn't one of them, then I could be sure of victory.

"Yesterday I was still attacked from behind, insidious dragon, come quickly!" Le Wushuang said, and couldn't help but make up for it.

The third face darkened, let out a long roar, and pointed his claws: "Humans, you are too arrogant, I will not be a dragon if I don't kill you!"

"Dead is still a dragon, go reincarnate you!" Le Wushuang gripped the Konosis sword tightly, gathered his spiritual power and flew up.

The other four dragons retreated one after another. They crossed their arms and watched how San Shi killed Le Wushuang.

Sanshi kept hovering beside Le Wushuang, she held the bow tightly and floated in the air.But in the next second, Sanshi flicked his tail and swept towards him.

Le Wushuang quickly turned around, raised the Konosis sword and placed it across his chest, to resist the power of the third king.

In the end, Le Wushuang was slapped by Sanshi's tail and flew not far away, and his whole body fell to the ground like a stone and rolled a few times.

The huge impact drew blood from the skin on his body.

The sweet smell of blood made the entire dragon tomb stop fighting instantly.

Although he has cultivated to the white level, his body has also reached that level of impatience.But the power of these three worlds was too strong, and he slapped himself on the ground.

Fortunately, after reaching the white level, he will not spit out blood.

It's just... the surrounding souls were all attracted by Le Wushuang's blood, they stopped fighting, and looked at Le Wushuang greedily.

Le Wushuang got up and hugged the palm's arm with one hand.

Hateful, or continue to bleed.

The five western dragons smelled the blood on Le Wushuang's body, took a deep breath and said, "I decided not to kill you, but to drink up your blood, maybe the power will become stronger."

"you are mine!"

"she is mine!"

"Bastard! Fight?"

"Come on, who's afraid of whom?"

As a result, the souls of the entire Dragon Tomb began to become chaotic.In order to compete for the blood on Le Wushuang's body, they started to fight.

Le Wushuang breathed, watching them fight crazily, feeling no luck at all.

If any of them wins, then he will die in their hands.

No, we must find a way.

At this time, Shenyuan emitted a bright light, guiding Le Wushuang.

Le Wushuang knew what to do, raised his left hand, exuded a golden light and said, "By my order, Ning, the violin!"

The bow and the violin appeared in mid-air one after another. Le Wushuang stretched out his hand to hold the violin tightly, and put the violin on his chin. He held the bow with the other hand and put the violin on the bow.

"Try my new trick, Suo Yin!" Le Wushuang said, closing his eyes, resting the bow on the violin, playing it, and singing: "500 years of mulberry fields and seas."

The stubborn stone is also covered with moss.

500 years of vicissitudes.

The stubborn stone is also covered with moss.

At this moment, my heart is not dead.

Longing for a carefree and unrestrained life.

Even if it's a wildfire.

Even if it is covered with ice and snow.

It is still the same ambition.

Still have faith.

The wasted years have stirred up feelings.

why why.

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why why.

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why why.

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500 years of vicissitudes.

The stubborn stone is also covered with moss.

500 years of vicissitudes.

The stubborn stone is also covered with moss.

At this moment, my heart is not dead.

Longing for a carefree and unrestrained life.

Even if it's a wildfire.

Even if it is covered with ice and snow.

It is still the same ambition.

Still have faith.

The wasted years have stirred up feelings.

why why.

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why why.

s

why why.

s

why why.

There is such an arrangement...

The sweet singing sounds like the sounds of nature, echoing in the entire dragon tomb for a long time.The music-loving elves couldn't help but stop their movements, close their eyes and listen attentively.

Even the five great western dragons stopped fighting, because from the singing, they heard a helpless voice, tragic and helpless, which outlined all the sadness in their hearts.

They stopped their movements, and they were all listening carefully. The sound of a musical instrument they had never seen before was so pleasant, and it matched the singing of the person playing the violin. It was a perfect work.

(End of this chapter)