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Chapter 120: The Art of Sound Killing, the Frustrated Thousand Fantasy Magician
Xu Yan was listening to the thousand phantom magical sounds and comprehending the power within them. The crisp sound of the flute seemed to penetrate directly into people's minds and bodies.

The heartbeat and the sound of the flute seem to be combined together. There is a feeling that the heartbeat will stop beating when the flute stops.

People who hear the sound of the flute become confused and have hallucinations before their eyes.

It also seems to amplify certain hidden thoughts in people's hearts, forming hallucinations.

"This kind of sound killing technique is somewhat special, and it is difficult to resist. Once a weak person hears about it, they will fall into it and cannot extricate themselves."

Xu Yan felt that he had some understanding.

"Qian Huan Demonic Sound, it turns out that there is something mysterious about it, but it is too weak. I don't know if it is because the technique itself is weak, or because the opponent is not strong enough?"

Xu Yan was surprised in his heart, he realized that the middle tone killing technique should be extremely powerful, directly shocking and killing the enemy is a powerful killing technique.

However, this Thousand Illusory Magic Voice was not as powerful as expected.

He didn't even need to deliberately defend himself. Hearing the thousand phantom sounds in his ears, it was as if it was just an ordinary tune and could not cause any disturbance to him at all.

Du Yuying's voice came from beside him, and Xu Yan was immediately overjoyed, having obtained three more seventh-grade elixirs.

Glancing at Du Yuying, her fair and tender face was already flushed, her eyes became psychedelic, and she was about to fall into a hallucination.

But still struggling to support it.

"She is quite impressive, with a third-level strength that can sustain her till now."

Xu Yan was surprised.

The guards were all swaying, even dancing, as if they were going to fight each other.

The maid Cui'er was in the carriage, making loud noises, and she didn't know what kind of hallucination she had fallen into.

The coachman driving Yan Kuan, a rank-[-] martial artist, was breathing constantly, his eyes were red, he was panting heavily, and he let out a low growl from his throat.

Already deceived by thousands of phantom sounds.

As for Yan Kuan in the carriage, he was using his energy to resist Qian Huan Magic Sound, but he was not feeling well either, and his condition was just a little better than Du Yuying's.

It can be seen that Du Yuying is still somewhat good.

"Okay, deal!"

Xu Yan agreed excitedly.

The palm of his hand moved slightly, and a vast artistic conception emerged, covering Du Yuying. Thousands of phantom magic sounds were completely offset, unable to break through this layer of majestic power.

The true meaning of dragon power in the Dragon Subduing Palm!
Du Yuying came back to her senses, let out a breath, and put on her veil again, her heart was shocked, just how strong is the boy beside her.

She felt a majestic power enveloping her, and thousands of phantom magic sounds entered her ears, as if it was just an ordinary tune.

After taking a look at the guards, including Yan Kuan in the carriage, they were not in good condition.

She was a little helpless and could only speak again: "Sir, a seventh-grade elixir can break thousands of illusory demonic sounds!"

Xu Yan shook his head and said, "No, I haven't heard enough!"

Du Yuying was confused. Did you really listen to Qian Huan Magic Sound as a piece of music?

Taking a deep breath, he added: "Then please ask the young master to help them get out of this predicament."

"no problem!"

Xu Yan readily agreed.

hum!
Long Wei's palm expanded and covered everyone. In an instant, the guards all woke up, but they were all breathing heavily and looked exhausted.

It seemed like a big battle had just occurred.

Yan Kuan's heart was awe-inspiring. In Xu Yan's eyes, the Thousand Imaginary Demonic Voice, which even he, a master, had to resist with all his strength, was so easily resisted?
"Could it be that he is a great master?"

An idea popped into Yan Kuan's mind.

He immediately shook his head in denial: "No, absolutely impossible, it should be the Dacheng Grandmaster, or the Peak Grandmaster!"

Even so, it shocked him inexplicably.

How old is Xu Yan? He is already a strong master, even a peak master.

Looking back at myself, I am simply a waste!
Why are the gaps between people so big?

After helping others out of trouble, Xu Yan listened to the thousand phantom sounds with all his heart. He felt that if he could understand the sound-killing technique, his strength might be a little stronger.

"Master is right, you must take the essence and use it for your own use. These thousand phantom sounds have merit!"

Xu Yan sat on the horse and listened silently.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute became urgent, like swords and soldiers striking each other, like thousands of horses galloping, a murderous aura emerged from the flute sound, and even invisible swords and soldiers could be seen coming rushing towards them.

The sound waves are intense and the momentum is terrifying.

Xu Yan raised his eyebrows. At this moment, thousands of phantom sounds were all coming towards him.

Boom!

The sound waves are like swordsmen and billowing waves, constantly sweeping towards them.

Xu Yan raised his palm slightly, and Long Wei's palm surged together with the sound waves.

He continued to comprehend the art of sound killing.

As I listened, the art of sound killing became clearer and clearer.

There seemed to be some enlightenment in his mind.

"My Dragon Subduing Palm, although I have understood the dragon's power, but without the dragon's roar, how can I show the dragon's power and the dragon's wrath?
"When the dragon roars, the world is shocked. This is the true meaning of its anger."

At this moment, Xu Yanming realized.

On the palm of the hand, a golden dragon emerged, its eyes were shining, and the dragon's power was stirring. At a certain moment, the golden dragon opened its mouth and let out a dragon roar.

boom!
With the sound of the dragon's chant, a mighty majesty appeared between the heaven and the earth, and all beasts would prostrate for it!

"No, it's a little bit worse. It doesn't have the power of a dragon chant at all, it doesn't have the power to kill the enemy, it's just a loud voice."

Xu Yan immediately realized that this dragon roar was just loud.

It does not have the power to kill the enemy!
However, his golden dragon emerged, hovering in the air, looking down, and the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

The unknown male and female Qian Huan Magician had extremely solemn eyes, and there were layers of faint ripples surging on his body. While he was full of momentum, he held the flute in his hand.

Cold light burst out from the flute.

"Who are you, and why are you involved in this matter? I, the master of the Demon Sect, were all killed by you?"

Qianhuan Magician's voice was feminine, sounding like a man and a woman.

Xu Yan had no intention of exploring whether the other party was a boy or a girl. He just wanted to continue to master the art of sound killing and understand the meaning of the dragon's roar.

He even wanted to integrate the sound killing technique into the sword intention of mountains and rivers.

Mountains and rivers are infinite, how can they be silent?
The silent mountains and rivers are lifeless and lack some artistic conception.

The moment he heard the thousand phantom magic sounds, Xu Yan had these insights. If the sword intention of mountains and rivers is not dead, but alive, then he will be one step closer to understanding the second realm of swordsmanship, the Heart Sword Realm.

So, when Thousand Imaginary Magician stopped playing the flute, he was dissatisfied.

"Why don't you play the flute? You're playing it very well. Don't stop. Keep going. I'm in a good mood. I just won't kill you."

Xu Yan frowned.

The muscles on Qianhuan Magician's face were wriggling with anger. Arrogant boy, do you regard yourself as a singer?

continue?
Do you really think that the real strength of me, the Thousand Illusion Magician, lies in the Thousand Illusion Magic Sounds?

That's because no one can survive his thousand phantom sounds, so no one forces him to use his true strength!
"Boy, you are the first one, you dare to insult me ​​like this, you will die!"

As the figure erratic, it transformed into layers of psychedelic figures, and bits of cold light flew out from the flute, like stars raining down from the sky.

Du Yuying was shocked, Qian Huan Demonic Sound was not his strongest method?
What kind of killing technique is this!
There is a little bit of coldness, like raindrops, which cannot be avoided, and it seems irresistible.

All attacks were aimed at Xu Yan.Yan Kuan at the rear looked horrified. Even if he was uninjured and in peak condition, he couldn't withstand Qian Huan Mage's blow!

However, when I thought of Xu Yan's powerful ability to kill a grandmaster with one slap, I felt a little relieved.

boom!
The golden dragon on Xu Yan's body roared out, circling and sweeping. The cold light from the sky fell on the golden dragon, and actually shot out small craters on the golden dragon's body.

In an instant, the golden dragon became scarred.

When Yan Kuan saw it, his heart suddenly tightened!
Du Yuying's face changed slightly, showing worry.

The invincible golden dragon is now covered with scars, and it looks like it won't last long.

"Your strength is not weak. You are the strongest among the masters I have met."

Xu Yan expressed his recognition of Qian Huan Mage's strength.

I sighed in my heart, this is the pinnacle master of the inner domain, and his strength is indeed not weak.

Although Xie Lingfeng is also a grandmaster, after all, he is too young. Not long after entering the grandmaster realm, there is still a distance from the peak master!
"Humph!"

Qianhuan Magician snorted coldly, and the sound seemed to come from all directions.

His figure was heavy, and cold light kept emerging.

At the same time, the flute spit out a cold light, getting longer and longer, like a gleaming sword, with more and more sharp strands of energy.

They were scattered around the tea shed, shrouded around Xu Yan.

It seems that the next moment, they will strangle and completely kill the enemy.

"This person is a little strong. Although he is a master of the Demon Sect, he does not practice killing skills. This should be some of the more eccentric warriors in the Demon Sect.

"If I slap him with all my strength, I will beat him to death. Then I won't be able to hear the Thousand Illusion Demonic Sounds. It's not good to hurt him. If he is injured, the Thousand Illusion Demonic Sounds he blows will eventually become worse."

Xu Yan frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.

The attack was too heavy, fearing that Qian Huan Mage would be killed.

If he strikes lightly, the other party feels that his strength is no more than this, and he cannot force the other party to play a thousand phantom magic sounds for him.

Xu Yan had a tangled look on his face. While resisting Qian Huan Mage's attack, the golden dragon assessed Qian Huan Mage's strength. How much of his own strength could he subdue without seriously injuring Qian Huan Mage? He continued to play a thousand phantom magic sounds to himself.

As a result, the golden dragon has more and more scars, and it looks like it won't last long.

Qianhuan Magician's eyes were cold, "Boy, I'm going to cut you into pieces later!"

He was greatly shocked. This golden dragon was really impressive. What kind of technique was it?
The majesty of Haohao is like a real dragon coming to the world.

However, after all, there is only a dragon shape, which is far from the appearance of a real dragon.

Yan Kuan had a solemn look on his face, "Qianhuan Magician is too strong. He seems to be unable to resist. What should I do?"

Du Yuying also frowned, feeling secretly anxious.

Yan Kuan gritted his teeth, his body was agitated, he stepped forward, and said: "Little brother, I will desperately resist Qianhuan Magician, you take the young lady to escape, how about it?"

Xu Yan looked at him strangely, and said: "You are seriously injured, are you sure you can resist it? No, you were killed with a snap?"

"I……"

Yan Kuan had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and instantly felt that his injury seemed to be getting worse.

Although the words are not pleasant to hear, it seems that in my current state, it is really possible to be beaten to death with a snap!
He was ashamed.

"Am I still a master? Why is there such a big gap?"

Yan Kuan was tired and felt lifeless.

After hundreds of years of hard training in martial arts, this is the end?

Bang!
The golden dragon was shattered.

"Boy, take your life!"

Qianhuan Magician smiled coldly, and the flute burst out with cold light, shooting out.

"I will try my best to block this blow!"

Yan Kuan's eyes were firm, and he was ready to die. His aura exploded, and with a roar, he rushed forward to resist Qian Huan Mage's blow with his life.

result!

What did he see!
Another golden dragon with a larger circle emerged, blocking all attacks!
puff!
Yan Kuan vomited blood!
His momentum just exploded, and he was fighting for his life, completely ignoring the aggravation of his injuries. However, before he could take action, Xu Yan shot out a bigger golden dragon and withstood all the attacks!
Do you still have any energy left?

Why does he look so troubled, as if he is thinking about whether to abandon the young lady and run away?

Yan Kuan's eye sockets were wet. After recuperating for this period of time, the injury has recovered a little, but now it is better, and the injury has worsened!
Xu Yan glanced at him strangely, why is this grandmaster so fragile?

"Yan Kuan, are you okay? There should have been no attacks that affected you just now?"

"It's okay, I was excited for a while, and the injury just recurred!"

Yan Kuan wiped the corners of his mouth.

With a look of despair, he returned to the carriage and nursed back his injuries.

Qian Huan Mage's face changed again and again. Why was there another golden dragon?
And, it seems stronger?
He gritted his teeth, and a cold light erupted in his eyes.

"Break me!"

At this moment, he broke out, and a dazzling cold light burst out from the flute, strangled the golden dragon with a bang.

puff!
The golden dragon was shattered.

"Boy, you give me..."

The Thousand Imaginary Magician came over with a sneer, only to find that another golden dragon appeared, and it was stronger than the previous one.

He was stunned.

Suddenly, a second golden dragon emerged.

Coiled around him, the mighty power continued to surge.

Blocking his escape route.

Thousand Imaginary Magician's complexion changed again and again, and as soon as he moved, he was about to fly into the air and escape from this place!

He is no match!
As a result, another golden dragon appeared above the head!
This time, there is no way out!

"Master Thousand Illusions, let's make a deal."

Xu Yan smiled and finally blocked Qian Huan Mage's escape path.

"What deal?"

Qian Huan Mage's face was gloomy, he seemed to have fallen into trouble!
"Keep playing the thousand magic sounds for me, and I'll let you go when I'm satisfied!"

Xu Yan said with a smile.

"You dare to insult me? I, Qian Huan Magician, am not a singer!"

Thousand Fantasy Magician is furious!

"Then do you want to die?"

Xu Yan frowned and asked.

"I……"

Qian Huan Mage felt aggrieved, where the hell did this freak come from!
"If it's your life, blow it to me. If it's your life, I'll turn your ashes into dust!"

Xu Yan said with a cold expression.

"I want to die!"

Qian Huan Mage gritted his teeth and said.

(End of this chapter)