Almost at the moment when the sense of crisis broke out, a wave of sound came quickly from behind the red devil man, and the melody formed was extremely radical, like a violent struggle between life and death, a madness that wanted to rise from the dead.
This is the chorus part of the Song of Freedom, and it is also the most high-spirited section of the complete song created by Wang Baole. Its lethality is obviously very powerful. Even if the Red Devil man is a Taoist disciple of the Hengqin Sect, he can casually
Despite the attack, the passionate part of Wang Baole's free music could not be suppressed.
The next moment, the music waved out by the Red Devil man was like a torn open net, the passionate melody rose up, as if it had turned into a spear, and shot straight towards the Red Devil man.
All this sounds slow, but in fact it all happened in a blink of an eye. The red devil man who had been so confident before shrank his eyes at this moment. At the moment when the spear penetrated him, his body blurred directly and turned into a more complicated paragraph.
The majestic music reverberates in all directions.
This piece of music is no longer one piece, but multiple movements.
When this music was played, the world where the arena was located immediately turned into blood. This was the power of the red devil man's music, and its name was...blood sacrifice.
The overwhelming red color and endless bloody light formed a blood-colored mist, blocking everything and drowning everything. The small grid where they were fighting immediately attracted the attention of more disciples of the three sects. In their gaze,
The spear that Wang Baole turned into directly collided with the blood mist.
During the roar, the spear collapsed and turned into countless musical notes. At the same time, the figure of the red devil man was revealed in the red mist. He looked at Wang Baole coldly and spoke gloomily.
"court death!"
As he spoke, the bloody mist around it rolled and erupted again, spinning around it, forming a huge vortex, causing the entire arena world to become distorted, as if it was approaching the limit of endurance.
During the roaring rotation of the vortex, countless bloody tributaries spread out and turned into hands, grabbing at Wang Baole. This scene was very shocking, but if you look carefully, you can see that no matter the big bloody hand
, or the bloody mist, or this vortex, are actually composed of a large number of musical notes.
Because these notes have the power of laws, they can be so concrete. As for their power, at this moment, the red devil man also displayed it to the extreme, bursting out the absolute strength of his Taoist.
Strong coercion is also coming from all directions. Wang Baole's figure is about to be drowned in blood, torn apart by those countless bloody hands, and suppressed by the music here... The outside world looks at the three monks fighting in this small grid.
, all stared intently. On the one hand, Wang Baole’s previous desperate counterattack was beyond their expectations.
After all... there are not many people in the three sects who can break the music under Daozi's attack and use their own killing moves. Anyone who can do this can be called a proud man.
character.
But Wang Baole was a stranger, so the feeling given to everyone was not different. The second aspect was that they also wanted to be here to see how powerful the Red Devil Daozi was...
In many previous battles with the opponent, they never progressed to this level. Often when the opponent saw the Red Devil, he would either immediately admit defeat, or be instantly overwhelmed by the Red Devil's previous wave of his hand.
Therefore, the number of people paying attention at this moment has naturally increased significantly, but few people think that Wang Baole can successfully fight against the Red Devils this time. After all, the gap between the two sides is too big.
"But if this fellow Taoist doesn't die in this battle, then he can be considered famous."
"It's a pity that he is a stranger. I don't know his name."
"It doesn't matter. Most of the monks in our three sects are lonely. If they want to be known to everyone, they can only strive to reach the top."
While the three disciples were discussing, the monk who was the first to lose to Wang Baole was holding his breath and staring at the small grid. Following his gaze, you could see the battlefield inside the grid, which was extremely fierce at the moment.
.
When the blood filled the air, he saw that those bloody hands were about to cover Wang Baole. At the critical moment, Wang Baole also had a strong light in his eyes. He knew that he should be very strong, but to what extent he was specific, because he had not been exposed to the law of hearing and desire for a long time, and besides
Except for the brief battle with Shi Lingzi, he had never fought against other Taoists, so he was not particularly clear about his position.
In this battle, the feeling given to him by the Taoist disciple in front of him seemed to be comparable to that of Shi Lingzi, and he obviously had more back-ups, so Wang Baole also wanted to know what kind of situation he was in now.
realm.
There is another reason, that is, the opponent destroyed his own free melody, which made Wang Baole a little annoyed. At this moment, with his eyes shining brightly, at the moment when those big bloody hands and the whirlpool submerged him, Wang Baole fiddled with it gently.
, within the body, there are hundreds of thousands of overlapping...notes.
"Show half of it first." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and touched it slightly under the control. In an instant, with the trembling of the notes, a special sound came out directly around Wang Baole like a three-dimensional surround.
puff!
It was just a sound, but at the moment it appeared, all the bloody hands that rushed towards Wang Baole trembled instantly. The next moment, they roared and collapsed. After turning into countless blood drops, they collapsed again until they turned into musical notes, but it still did not end.
, another collapse...
Not only that, the blood-colored mist that was about to cover Wang Baole turned into a vortex, and it was also like this. Before he could get close, he was instantly touched by the power of the sound, collapsed suddenly, torn into pieces, and then collapsed again.
Over and over again, with Wang Baole as the center, this violent force swept across all directions and directly submerged Red Devil Daozi. At this moment, Red Devil Daozi's expression completely changed, showing shock, and he quickly raised the bone flute in his hand, as if he was playing.
But... although this flute is special and the sound it emits is also special, it is still directly covered by the power of Wang Baole's notes in the next moment!
At this moment, the entire small grid reached the extreme limit of its endurance, and with a bang... before everyone outside could see the result, the arena suddenly shattered into pieces!
Following the destruction, the monks of the three sects were dumbfounded.
"this……"
"How is this going!!"
"what happened!!!"
The minds of the monks from the three sects were roaring. They only had time to see the red demon Daozi who was submerged in the small grid of the fragments, with blood spurting out, and an expression of disbelief on his face.
They couldn't see that in the hands of Red Devil Daozi, the bone flute was already torn into pieces!
It was at this moment that the figure with a broken body and weak breath in the volcano of Music Road suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the one that was in pieces among the countless grids in front of him!