The sound of the flute is played, and the melody is sad and touching, making those who hear it want to cry.
The sound of the flute played this time was completely different, not the previous style at all.
Faced with Duan Yingjun's disdain and underestimation of the enemy, Yin Tongtian didn't let his guard down. He activated the vision and flute sound at the same time, ready to launch a powerful attack at any time.
The music genius challenged the strongest man in Zuzhou, which ignited the atmosphere of the whole place. Millions of immortals stared at the arena excitedly, looking forward to the decisive battle, and to see a higher-level battle.
Lu Chen was the same, staring intently at Yin Tongtian, hoping to see if Yin Tongtian's eyes were related to psychedelia?
But it's a pity that Yin Tongtian didn't look at Lu Chen, nor did he use his hallucinogenic skills on Lu Chen, so Lu Chen couldn't see anything.
In fact, Lu Chen really wanted to ask Lingxiao Sect Master or Yinshuang Sect Master, what did they see in Yin Tongtian's eyes?
However, Lu Chen has no friendship with the masters of Lingxiao Sect and Yinshuang Sect, and they are in the mood of losing the game, so there is a high chance that Lu Chen will not go with him.
If after the fight between Yin Tongtian and Duan Yingjun, you still haven't seen what is in Yin Tongtian's eyes, then there is only one way left...
At this time, sound waves echoed all over the arena, covering Duan Yingjun and attacking him.
Duan Yingjun stood on the spot with one hand behind his back, a look of relaxation and disdain on his face, as if the sonic attack posed no threat to him and would have no effect.
Yin Tongtian, however, did not stand. Instead, he played the flute and moved around, with Duan Yingjun as the center. His figure flashed and appeared very quickly.
"watch out!"
Yin Tongtian found an opportunity, and suddenly stretched out his fairy flute, breaking Yingjun's back.
"The speed is not good, it's still half a beat too slow!"
Duan Yingjun smiled and changed his words. He disappeared in an instant, and the fairy flute with a powerful sound hit the air.
"So fast?"
Yin Tongtian was startled and hurriedly put away his flute and retreated, fearing that Duan Yingjun would take the opportunity to attack him.
But it was still too late, he was fast and Duan Yingjun was even faster and had already appeared on his right side.
"Eat my slap!"
Yin Tongtian was shocked, but he reacted very quickly. He drew back his right hand and slapped Duan Yingjun with his palm.
Palm skills are not Yin Tongtian's strong point, but at this moment, he doesn't care so much anymore, he wants to save his life first.
Duan Yingjun is the strongest man in Zuzhou, his power is far above him, and his palm power is definitely no joke. If he had the choice, he would not fight against Duan Yingjun.
He didn't expect Duan Yingjun to be so fast and faster than him, otherwise he wouldn't dare to attack Duan Yingjun casually before using his ultimate move.
"Try your palm power!"
Duan Yingjun smiled, clapped his palm casually, and walked away.
boom!
The two palms intersected, creating a loud bang that shook all directions.
However, Duan Yingjun's figure remained motionless, still maintaining his palm-out posture, with a contemptuous smile on his face.
But Yin Tongtian couldn't withstand Duan Yingjun's palm force and was knocked ten feet away on the spot, with a wisp of blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth.
"That's it……"
"This little power is not even enough to scratch my itch, but it can defeat the masters of Lingxiao Sect and Yinshuang Sect?"
“Aren’t Lingxiao Sect Master and Yinshuang Sect Master too useless?”
Duan Yingjun felt a little incredible and couldn't help laughing.
Yin Tongtian can be regarded as a first-rate genius, but his level is so low and his palm power is really not that good, so he is almost no threat to him.
As for the combat power of the two immortal sect masters, they are actually very strong. They must be superior to Yin Tongtian. However, they were knocked down by Yin Tongtian with a palm. That means they lost to Yin Tongtian in terms of strength, but they were defeated by Yin Tongtian.
On hallucinogenic abilities.
Therefore, he felt that the abilities of the two sect leaders were too inferior and he was quite disdainful!
But he is extremely confident in himself. Defeating Yin Tongtian is just a piece of cake, but it is not challenging.
What he wants is to destroy Yin Tongtian's hallucinogenic ability, and then clean up Yin Tongtian. That would be a real pleasure!
"Duan Yingjun, you are a waste, your whole family is a waste!"
"Duan Yingjun, why don't you die? So many people die every day in the Immortal Realm, you could be one of them."
"Duan Yingjun, you dare to say that my sect leader is a waste, do you believe that we will fight with you?"
"Duan Yingjun, it's true that you are the strongest Daluo Jinxian, but don't speak so hurtfully!"
"Duan Yingjun, don't think that you are arrogant because you are superior. Be careful that there are always people stronger than you in the world!"
Duan Yingjun's words directly offended the people of Lingxiao Immortal Sect and Yinshuang Immortal Sect, and instantly ignited many disciples of the two sects, who started shouting curses on the spot.
"how?"
"You're a waste and you don't dare to admit it?"
"You are such a bunch of trash!"
Duan Yingjun glanced at the surging crowd below the stage and responded coldly.
At the moment when he was distracted, he suddenly noticed a fierce fairy wind coming towards him, and an fairy flute reached out from nowhere and stabbed his throat.
Someone is attacking!
"Sneak attack on me?"
Duan Yingjun reacted extremely quickly. With one move of his hand, he pushed away the poked fairy flute and defused a sneak attack.
After the fairy flute was pushed aside, Duan Yingjun saw Yin Tongtian's face and a pair of cold eyes.
The moment the two of them looked at each other, Duan Yingjun showed a strange expression, and his figure was stagnant, as if he was under a hallucination.
When Yin Tongtian saw Duan Yingjun fall into the pit, he hurriedly brought the fairy flute to his mouth, and instantly blew the flute, and the endless sound waves enveloped Duan Yingjun again.
In this situation, Duan Yingjun's experiences with the masters of Lingxiao Sect and Yinshuang Sect are exactly the same.
According to the familiar routine, Duan Yingjun will be knocked off the stage by Yin Tongtian at a dull moment, and he will lose the competition.
"The strongest man in Zuzhou, Duan Yingjun, go down."
Yin Tongtian laughed, raised his right palm, and slapped Duan Yingjun down, intending to knock Duan Yingjun off the ring.
Unexpectedly, before the right palm could be swatted, it was suddenly caught in mid-air and could no longer be swatted.
And the person who grabbed the right palm was none other than Duan Yingjun.
"You...you weren't affected?"
Yin Tongtian was shocked and tried to struggle out of Duan Yingjun's control, but found that he was unable to do so.
Duan Yingjun's strength was so strong that he pinched his wrist and controlled his entire arm, making it impossible for him to break free.
"Suffer it!"
"The impact is not small!"
"But that's it!"
"A small skill is not enough to cause trouble!"
"You were too slow to start. If you had been faster, maybe I would have lost!"
Duan Yingjun smiled coldly, grabbed the pulse on Yin Tongtian's wrist and squeezed it hard, immediately giving up Yin Tongtian's remaining thoughts of counterattack.
"Ah..." A heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted on top of the ring, spreading in all directions, chilling the hearts of those who heard it.
