The sound of drums, the sound of footsteps, the sound of horse hooves, the sound of rustling armor leaves, and the sound of panting... all formed a torrent, sweeping towards Meng Xiang, making his heart beat faster and his face flushed, but at the same time it also made his blood boil and his fighting spirit flourish.

It was not long before the army commanded by Xiaomouyi had completed the encirclement of Meng Xiang. They looked at him without moving, and the drum sound stopped, and the entire arena became silent, deadly silence.

In Meng Xiang's feeling, this sudden quietness was even more stressful than when the army surrounded him before. The air seemed to solidify, not only imprisoning his body and breathing, but even his thinking was imprisoned.

Time passed by minute by minute, neither the army surrounding him nor the mustache himself was moving at all. Meng Xiang knew that they were challenging his patience. As long as he showed a little sign of unsustainability, or even his momentum declined slightly, they would launch a thunderous blow at him.

If Meng Xiang had entered the trial field, he might have been the first to attack Xiao Hu Zi and the army he commanded. However, after three years of hard work of walking alone, his character has been greatly improved. Xiao Hu Zi was overestimating his ability to compare his patience with him.

After a while, Xiaomou's face changed slightly, because after the confrontation, Meng Xiang's momentum not only did not weaken at all, but his own aura became a little weaker.

Dong! The beard gritted his teeth and suddenly raised the drumstick and pounded it hard on the big drum. The drum sound was the command! As soon as the drum sounded, the army surrounding Meng Xiang was moving. The first bow was the archer. He ran forward two steps and penetrated out of the gap where the spear infantry made way. He aimed and shot the arrow, and completed it in one go.

Wow, swow, swow, swow,... The dense rain of arrows was like a dark cloud, covering Meng Xiang. With him as the center, all of them were covered in a radius of more than ten feet.

Meng Xiang looked at the rain of arrows pounced on him, and he felt a trace of abnormality. The air around him really had abnormality this time, instead of his illusion. He seemed to be trapped in a quagmire and could not move in an instant.

Break the sky! The long sword slashed, and the air in front of Meng Xiang suddenly cracked in half, but the long arrows seemed to be non-existent, without any effect at all, and still shot straight towards them.

Is it just an illusion? Meng Xiang felt a little surprised, but he still instinctively shuttled through the gaps of the arrow rain to prevent them from falling on his body. However, the arrow rain was too dense, and his movement was restricted to a certain extent, and his left arm was still shot by a long arrow.

A sharp pain immediately hit Meng Xiang's heart. He hurriedly flashed his eyes and looked at his left arm. The place where the arrow was shot was intact and there was no scar at all, but he felt the same pain after being shot by a real long arrow.

What happened? Just as Meng Xiang was thinking about what happened, the group of archers once again put the long arrow on the bowstring and shot sharp arrows like locusts at him.

His body flashed quickly like a ghost, and moved dozens of times in an instant, leaving a string of afterimages behind him. This time, due to his full vigilance, the Rain of Arrow did not hurt Meng Xiang. However, he had no joy at all. If he could not crack the strange attacks of those archers, avoiding would not solve the problem.

Before the third wave of arrow rain came, Meng Xiang shouted to the mustache in the distance: "What kind of attack are you?"

The mustache replied coldly: "Secret!" As his voice came, the third wave of arrow rain.

This time Meng Xiang's situation became more and more dangerous. The archers made new adjustments based on his reaction. Both the angle and strength were different from the previous two times, more tricky, more violent, and more difficult to avoid.

Using all his strength, Meng Xiang finally avoided the third wave of arrow rain, but his injured left arm was still rubbed by a long arrow, and it hurt bitterly.

In the following time, Meng Xiang avoided several waves of arrow rains in succession. Although it was not serious, he was injured several times under the increasingly tricky attack. This made him extremely depressed. In front of those bows and arrows, the leakless true body he had finally refined seemed to have lost its effect.

However, after his careful observation, he still found a situation that made him more relieved. The leakless true body did not work at all. It did not work at the beginning, as if it could not recognize the attack of the long arrow. However, as he was attacked more and more times, it slowly began to play a role, and the pain after he was shot at the arrow began to significantly reduce.

At the same time, after his thoughts, he had already made his own judgment on the attacks of the archers, but he did not immediately crack them, but let the long arrows continue to shoot on him.

This is not because he wants to abuse himself, but because he discovered a disadvantage of the leakless true body. Although it is very powerful, it is not omnipotent and can play a good role in ordinary attacks. However, for some special attacks, just like the long arrows shot by archers now, it takes some time to react.

Fortunately, the foundation of the Wulu Real Body is very good. As long as it is given time, it will quickly complete its self-improvement. This is undoubtedly beyond the reach of ordinary body refining techniques.

After a while, when the long arrow shot on his body, Meng Xiang knew that Wulu's true body was completely immune to this strange attack, and there was no need to waste time. He decided to fight back.

The little beard was foolish from time to time. He also noticed the abnormality that happened on Meng Xiang, and decisively beat the war drum and launched a full-scale attack. The cavalry on both sides of him, who were the fastest reaction, rushed towards him like two arrows off the strings. The long sword held high in the knight's hand flashed with a dazzling cold light.

Meng Xiang swung his sword to fight, and the sword light flashed like lightning, but he immediately discovered something was wrong. The troops attacking him were like the bows and arrows that attacked him before, and they did not feel any touch after slashing with the long sword. And their weapons slashed on him, although there was no wound, the attack was real.

Fortunately, he was prepared for it. The attacks of the cavalry and infantry were basically the same as those of the archers before. With the foundation he captured by the archers' attacks, he quickly ignored all attacks.

After a period of melee, Meng Xiang found that ordinary attacks were not completely useless to the troops that attacked him. After being attacked by him, they would fade little by little. If there were too many attacks, they would burst like soap bubbles, thus completely dissipating.

The rising sun rises! After figuring out the situation of the army made by the mustache, Meng Xiang launched a fierce counterattack. He suddenly disappeared, replaced by a gushing red sun, with golden lights and sunshine.

Under the light of the red sun, both the army itself and the attacks on Meng Xiang were like snow splashed with hot water, melting instantly and disappearing.

When Meng Xiang appeared again, there were no more than a thousand troops left by the beard. He stared at Meng Xiang with wide eyes, looked at him with disbelief, and said stammeringly: "You...you...how did you crack my attack?"

"It's very simple. Use the way of others to treat them! If you attack with your mind, I will use your mind to crack your attack. It's that simple!" Meng Xiang's expression was calm, and it seemed that there was no excitement to crack the enemy's attack.

After a while of silence, Xiaomoustache spoke, and a hint of emotion appeared in her tone: "It seems that I have really looked down on you. Maybe you really have the ability to defeat you. But I believe I can definitely defeat you. Welcome my last attack."

The mustache suddenly opened her mouth and spitted out a mouthful of blood, which happened to spray on the drum surface of the big drum in front of him, dyeing the entire drum surface blood-red.

After stained with the blood of the mustache, the drum also had a new reaction and automatically rang, full of a vast and rough atmosphere, as if it came from ancient times and had a touching power. In the sound of the drum, the drum was flashing red, and it was also rapidly growing. In a short while, it expanded to the size of two houses.

The mustache jumped over the big drum, threw away the drumsticks made of human bones in her hand, and tore the clothes on her body, revealing her strong upper body.

After turning his wrists, Xiaomou's hand had a sharp short sword. Suddenly he danced a strange dance. Although Meng Xiang had never seen such a dance, it did not prevent him from sensing the breath that was exposed in the dance. It was rough, tough, and long-lasting, and was so similar to the breath emitted by the drum itself.

But what surprised Meng Xiang the most was the movement of the mustache. While dancing, he kept slashing his body with a sharp short knife.

Not long after, the blades of his upper body and face were covered with blood and even terrifying! However, Meng Xiang could also feel that his body gradually exuded a breath that was in line with the drums and his own dance.

After the dance was finished, Xiaomouyi stopped and stood in the middle of the blood-red drum face. He looked at Meng Xiang calmly and said slowly: "This is my last attack. I hope you can hold on for a while and don't let me down."

After saying that, before Meng Xiang could react, his beard jumped three feet high, and then fell heavily on the surface of the drum, making a loud noise. Then the drum reacted, and the red light shone around the drum in a red light, blood-red, as if soaked in a piece of blood.

Dongdong... With the beard's leap several times, the drum made a deafening sound, and then there was a reaction in the blood-red light surrounding the drum, and a steady sound of footsteps sounded.
Chapter completed!