Chapter 342: Three drum sounds, the road is difficult

"I don't believe it..." Yi Canzhen yelled madly and pounced on Ding Huan.

He believed this more than anyone else in his heart, but when he found out that he had comprehended the Dao rhyme of the Immortal Bridge under the guidance of someone else, it made him a little crazy.

Perhaps it could be said that his defenses were completely broken.

"Wait!" Shangguan Yanzhong wanted to call Yi Canzhen anxiously.

But Yi Canzhen had already used his magic weapon to attack Ding Huan.

"Let's attack together!" Shangguan Yanzhong knew that Yi Canzhen was not cooperating. They could not use the Three Talents Formation. He could only wink at Elder Ku and also sacrifice his Yantian Sword.

Bang!
There was a dull sound, and just as Elder Ku and Shangguan Yanzhong were about to rush forward, Yi Canzhen had already flown over.

They saw clearly that Ding Huan kicked Yi Canzhen in the chest, and Yi Canzhen spurted out blood. He had no ability to resist at all.

At this time, both Shangguan Yanzhong and Elder Ku believed that Yi Can really realized the Immortal-Mortal Bridge Realm under the guidance of Ding Huan's great Dao principles.

Ding Huan had an extremely clear understanding of Yi Canzhen's Dao. As soon as Yi Canzhen rushed forward, he was restrained by Ding Huan's Dao domain.

Yi Canzhen's domain could not shake Ding Huan's domain at all, so he naturally could not block Ding Huan's kick.

Yi Canzhen was spurting blood from his mouth and his eyes were filled with despair.

He would rather not have this kind of immortal-mortal bridge realm.

The fish-head staff in Elder Ku's hand rolled, and the space around him seemed to have substance. Powerful Taoist auras in the void seemed to transform into man-eating giant sharks rushing towards Ding Huan.

Shangguan Yanzhong knew how powerful Ding Huan was, and he didn't have time to care about Yi Canzhen at this moment. This time, his long sword blasted out a series of sword curtains.

The sword curtain, combined with Elder Ku's fish-patterned killing aura, rolled towards Ding Huan.

They all knew that they must not be impatient when dealing with Ding Huan.

The space burst into crackling sounds again, and Ding Huan felt that cracks began to appear in his galaxy domain.

Ding Huan let out a long roar, and his mind rolled up a yellow flower to kill and blasted towards Elder Ku.

"Bang!" A Megalodon Daoyun killing pattern collapsed without any warning.

The vortex of divine consciousness created by Ding Huan's Huanghua Sha was shattered at this moment.

Sure enough, there are some tricks. Ding Huan paid more attention to the fish head staff. The attack rhyme of the megalodon that was transformed was generated by the cooperation of the fish head staff. This magic weapon is quite powerful.

But Ding Huan didn't care at all. He opened his hand and a huge iron drum appeared in the void.

Almost at the same time as the iron drum appeared, Ding Huan's reincarnation spear burst out with billions of spear beams again.

Boom boom boom!
The spear light, sword curtain and fish-patterned killing aura collided with each other, and the overwhelming killing aura rushed out, razing all the buildings around the square to the ground.

Seeing that the domain formed by himself and Elder Ku blocked Ding Huan's shot, Shangguan Yanzhong's previously lost confidence returned.

The long sword turned into rivers of sword energy, and the rolling sword waves rolled towards Ding Huan.

The realm of Xianfan Bridge has actually been stimulated to the extreme.

Ding Huan's spiritual thoughts turned into two drumsticks and hit the iron drum.

Bang! The sound of drums suddenly rose, striking directly into the depths of Elder Ku and Shangguan Yinzhong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Elder Ku's fish-head staff trembled slightly, and the endless fish-patterned murderous aura that was gathered in it paused for a moment.

Similarly, the waves of Shangguan Yanzhong's sword energy suddenly weakened.

The sound of the drum gave Ding Huan an intuition that as long as he refined the restriction of the iron drum, he would be able to clearly control the iron drum.

If he continued to give up refining the restriction as he did before, this iron drum would most likely no longer be his.

Ding Huan was very anxious, he knew that he had forgotten to refine the iron drum restriction before.

In fact, he did have time. Most of his time was spent on practicing and refining the iron pot. He didn't really care much about the iron drum.

Ding Huan did not take advantage of this good opportunity to fire the Samsara Spear. In his heart, he could not lose this iron drum.

What if Shangguan Yanzhong and Elder Ku joined forces? At most, he could be seriously injured. The poisonous Dao rhyme he had laid out gradually exploded. Even if he was seriously injured, he could still kill the two of them.

It would do him no harm to delay.

He even suspected whether the so-called Immortal Bridge realm of these two people was a fake Immortal Bridge.

However, he had never seen a real Immortal Bridge. As for Wu Zhanxia's Immortal Bridge, it was so fake that it couldn't be more fake.

Ding Huan did not continue to use the Samsara Spear with his spiritual power, but instead bombarded the iron drum.

The last time Ding Huan refined the iron drum, he was still at the Star Bridge Realm. This time, he had reached the Galaxy Realm, and his spiritual power easily hit the second level of restriction on the iron drum.

Ding Huan caught hold of all the forbidden patterns, and the complicated patterns immediately began to disintegrate under Ding Huan's great cosmic technique.

After being struck by a drum, Shangguan Yanzhong and Elder Ku's sea of ​​consciousness defense was shattered, and their magical powers stagnated. The first thing the two did was to defend instead of attack.

As experienced people like them, they naturally knew that after this situation, the opponent would definitely launch the most fierce counterattack.

What shocked them was that they did not wait for Ding Huan's counterattack.

Instead, their sword waves and fish-patterned killing aura, which had been mostly dissipated, smashed directly into Ding Huan's territory, also tearing Ding Huan's territory apart.

This result made the two men regret greatly. If they had not retreated to protect themselves and continued to attack, Ding Huan would definitely have been seriously injured.

The two of them were in tune with each other and coincidentally superimposed the Immortal and Mortal Bridge domain once again.

Shangguan Yanzhong's sword river was more turbulent than last time, and Elder Ku's fish-patterned killing power was also much stronger than last time. The two were experienced, and Ding Huan was in such an advantageous situation just now, but he didn't counterattack them. Ding Huan must have had a problem.

With the crazy impact of Ding Huan's Great Cosmic Art, the second level of restriction on the iron drum was blasted open.

The third level of restriction appeared under Ding Huan's Great Cosmic Technique. Ding Huan was not going to continue practicing. He was about to withdraw when the joint attack of Shangguan Yanzhong and Elder Ku completely locked him up.

Ding Huan believed that he could break through the domains of these two people and would only be injured at most.

At this moment, Ding Huan's heart sank, and a threat of death suddenly came from behind him.

Someone was hiding in this space for the current sneak attack, but he had never discovered it since he came to Wubian City.

Ding Huan felt a chill on his back and his scalp numbed, and he rushed madly into the vortex of killing power created by Shangguan Yanzhong and Elder Ku.

Watching the surging sword river that was about to draw Ding Huan in, the fish-patterned Taoist murderous aura blasted directly into Ding Huan's body.

Both Shangguan Yanzhong and Elder Ku were stunned.

Is Ding Huan looking for death?
Shouldn't he use the Samsara Spear to fight them, and then find a way to blast the iron drum again? Why was he so desperate as to rush into their killing vortex?
In any case, they were naturally happy that this accident had happened, and the two of them mobilized their true energy even more frantically.

Puff puff!
Streams of blood mist splattered on Ding Huan's body. It was Shangguan Yanzhong's sword that almost killed Ding Huan alive.

The killing aura of Elder Ku's fish-patterned Taoist charm cut deep bloody wounds on Ding Huan's body one after another, and even his bones were cut off one by one.

If Ding Huan's recovery ability had not been so abnormal and he had not swallowed a few drops of billion-year-old sea marrow in time, Ding Huan would have been decomposed long ago.

However, these were not the things that frightened Ding Huan the most. What frightened Ding Huan the most was the sneak attack from behind.

The sneak attack was concentrated at one point, like an embroidery needle piercing Ding Huan's back, and the breath of death in it was almost unstoppable.

Ding Huan moved forward in time, and at the same time his domain rolled, which barely delayed the cold sneak attack.

This could only stop it for a moment. After Shangguan Yanzhong and Elder Ku's magical powers severely injured Ding Huan, the breath of oppression carrying death still entered Ding Huan's body.

Boom! Ding Huan used the Great Universe Technique to roll all these attacking Dao rhymes into the third level of the iron drum's restriction.

Almost at the same time when that cold sneak attack pierced Ding Huan's body, Ding Huan refined the third level of the iron drum's restriction.

The two words "Dusk Drum" were suddenly engraved in Ding Huan's mind.

Ding Huan didn't have time to think about what the dusk drum was, and his spiritual drumstick hit the dusk drum repeatedly.

Don't leave yourself any way out and use all your strength.

With this blow, either he or the other party will die.

Use divine thoughts and supernatural powers to kill!

Bang!
A drum sound exploded, as if tearing the star land apart.

At this moment, Bian Kuixinglu seemed to have fallen into twilight, with only the last moments of his old age remaining.

The sound of drums blasted into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Shangguan Yanzhong opened his mouth and a stream of blood spurted out, and the Taoist aura that was injected into the sword path broke and dissipated like the sea water bursting a dam.

A stream of black blood flowed out of his mouth. He looked up blankly at the wall of Wubian City in the distance and suddenly felt that he should rush over.

But he was unable to take a step. He knew that the sound of the drum had shattered his sea of ​​consciousness and hit his soul. He also knew that he had been deeply poisoned.

There were some dim lights outside the city wall, and Shangguan Yanzhong tried hard to control his body.

It's a pity that the high city is out of sight and the lights are already dim!
Puff! He spurted out another jet of black blood. Before he fell, he was still unwilling to close his eyes, because he still had a killer move.

Bang!
The second drumbeat was like thunder in the silent night.

Elder Ku also stopped rushing towards Ding Huan. He felt that his internal organs were collapsing.

Under the sound of the drum, his sea of ​​consciousness cracked, allowing the terrifying poisonous law to invade the depths of his soul.

He looked down at the fish-head staff that had accompanied him for countless years and sighed.

The faint afterglow of the setting sun sets, bringing with it some sadness and grief.

The mountains are dark at dusk and the road is difficult!
Peng!
The three drum beats sounded like raging waves.

A figure suddenly appeared behind Ding Huan.

The other person was sitting in the void, his hands stretched forward, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

The poison in the body was completely stimulated by the three drum sounds. The soul was gradually weakening and the vitality was slowly dissipating.

But he looked at the empty Boundless City in disbelief. The place he once founded was now littered with corpses.

Including himself, he will soon be one of them.

Just a few drum sounds were enough to annihilate his spirit and destroy his vitality.

why?
The drums become thousands of sounds; blades grow out of the void, just to kill the soul.

Black blood oozed out of his seven orifices. He turned his gaze with difficulty to Ding Huan who was almost skinned alive:
"who are you?"

Just after asking this question, he looked up at the sky again. The setting sun, which was about to disappear, passed through the killing array and fell on the lifeless Wubian City.

“The road is difficult.”

After saying this, his head drooped down and he died.

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