Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 522: One Strike Shatters the Dream of Domination, I am Le Xiu, Remember This

On the battlefield, strange moves appeared one after another:

A tall senior sister with a cold face was holding an ancient-style erhu in her hand.

She did not play a sad tune, but instead grasped the neck of the erhu and swung the entire instrument. The heavy sound box and tough neck turned into a strange weapon in her hands.

The bow is like a whip, and when it is whipped it brings out a tearing whistle that breaks through the air. The sound box falls down, like a heavy hammer hitting a tripod, which is truly "the final word" and a physical transcendence.

A senior brother with an elegant temperament was holding a shakuhachi flute in his backhand. The flute body looked to be made of bamboo, but it was actually made of black iron.

He moved swiftly, and used the flute like a swift and sharp "Chinese one-handed sword", poking, stabbing, wiping and picking with brutal moves, focusing on the monster's weak points such as eyes, throat, heart, etc. The flute wind was sharp, even stronger than the sword.

There are also several strong music practitioners who work together to control a scaled-down but still huge chime.

This chime has an ingenious structure and an internal mechanism. It is driven by spiritual power and can move on its own. When it strikes a target, it makes a loud and clear sound, with shock waves sweeping across the sky.

Sometimes the sound gathered into beams, like artillery bombardment; sometimes the bell body rushed forward, like a semi-automated mechanical tiger tank, plowing out blank areas in the demon group.

At one side, a giant was beating a Kui ox hide drum as tall as a person. Every beat sounded like thunder. As the drum surface vibrated, visible sound wave ripples spread out. The low-level monsters that approached were directly shaken to the point that their internal organs were ruptured and they died with black blood spitting out of their mouths.

This is no longer an ordinary musical instrument, but a veritable sonic vibration weapon.

There was also a music cultivator who seemed to have a hot temper. He held a willow harp in each hand. The head of the harp was inlaid with iron and the back was covered with armor. He used it as a berserker's dual-wielded thunder hammer, dancing it like a windmill. He rushed into the group of monsters, slashing left and right. The strings of the harp spontaneously rang during the violent swinging, making a sound of metal clashing, disrupting the monsters' perception. He was truly unstoppable.

The sheng, originally a multi-tube harmonious instrument, was being handled with ease by a music practitioner. His ten fingers flew, not only pressing the holes to produce sound, but also, while swinging and blocking, countless sound wave needles as thin as cow hair and tempered with magic-breaking spiritual light were shot out from the densely packed sheng tubes. They were like a torrential rain, covering a large area, with the effects of both clearing a range and accurately killing. It could be said to be an all-round coverage hidden weapon launching base, and new uses had been developed.

Ruan has a round resonance box and a long handle like a sword.

A music cultivator wielded it like a crescent-shaped scimitar, slashing, slashing, blocking, and parrying. The circular resonance box now became the perfect shield, and the long handle was like a pistol, thrusting and difficult to defend against. When swirling and thrown, it was like a whirling blade, drawing a deadly arc, slicing off the demon's head, and returning.

The chime, made of stone and jade, has a clear and melodious sound.

In the hands of a powerful warrior, a set of stone chimes was disassembled, each piece transformed into a throwing weapon. With exquisite technique and infused with spiritual energy, the stone chimes flew out like locusts, striking the monster's joints and acupoints. Those struck suffered severe fractures and ruptures, their demonic energy stagnates.

When the chime and stone intersect, they still emit clear sounds, disturbing the enemy's mind. He can be said to be a master of throwing who can deal both physical and spiritual blows.

The konghou, with its phoenix head and ringing strings, is elegant and dignified.

However, a female cultivator held it upright in her arms and pushed it away with her white hands. It was no longer "the lotus weeps in the dew and the fragrant orchid smiles", but "the silver bottle breaks and the iron cavalry rushes out".

Infused with her spiritual power, the dozens of strings were stretched straight like razor-sharp cutting lines. As she spun gracefully yet murderously, the strings cut through the air, emitting a tearing shriek and forming an invisible barrier. Any monster that approached was silently cut and dismembered.

This situation completely overturned the world's inherent perception of Le Xiu.

Who would have thought that these Le Xiu who usually look weak and ethereal not only have strong mental strength, but also have extraordinary physique and strength?

The instruments they hold and play every day are made of extraordinary materials and are incredibly heavy. Over the years, it is like they are undergoing constant weight training.

His arm strength, wrist strength, and core strength have already been honed to far surpass those of his peers without him even realizing it.

Even the ferocious demons could never have expected that these "spiritual mages" who were supposed to hide behind the formation and disturb the enemy with music would suddenly "flex their muscles" and use their own musical instruments, which they regarded as their lives, as strange weapons to smash them down on their heads!

These musical instruments have been nurtured by their masters' spiritual power for years, and have long been connected with their minds. They are stronger than gold and iron, and are easier to use than ordinary swords. They often have their own musical effects, and can be said to be both offensive and defensive, with infinite mystery.

But the Le Xius were seen holding various "weapons" and maneuvering among the demons, completely wielding their previous weak image.

That is really: shatter the dream of dominating with one blow, I am Le Xiu, remember that!

Many monsters were sent into eternal slumber by this physical transcendence before they could recover from the dizziness of the musical attack, and directly enjoyed a "baby-like sleep" - but the kind that they would never wake up from.

The faces of the many monks who were watching this scene twitched and their emotions were complicated and indescribable.

On the one hand, I was inspired by the strength and ingenious strategies of the Le Xius. On the other hand, looking at those fellows who usually had an ethereal air and were now beating the demons in such an "unconventional" way, I inexplicably felt a sense of powerlessness and complaining, "I want to tell you to stop fighting."

Although this scene is exciting, it is really too eye-catching!

High in the sky, Lin Yanzhi, the master of Piaomiao Valley, was engaged in a fierce battle with a demon lord. Her spiritual sense swept across the battlefield below and she happened to witness Xun Ruo smashing the monster away with a pipa, as well as the subsequent "grand occasion" of the music practitioners showing off their magical powers and using musical instruments as weapons. An expression of disbelief and astonishment that overturned her world view instantly emerged on her elegant face.

Lin Yanzhi: “…?” Was she dazzled? Could a cultivator of her level also have blurred vision?

Lin Yanzhi felt as if the vast blue waves in his heart froze in an instant and then shattered. After a long while, he finally uttered a whisper of shock and anger from between his teeth.

"They... where did they learn this?! Who?! Who taught them to use their instruments like this?!"

She felt a sudden blackness before her eyes: rituals and music are collapsing! What a disgrace! My Piaomiao Valley's thousand-year-old reputation and elegant heritage are about to be destroyed today?!

Who was it? Who had led these disciples, once reserved and elegant, obsessed with music, down this path of no return, a path of "the collapse of rituals and music," a "deviant style"? What a disgrace! This... this was a blatant betrayal and subversion of the traditional path of musical cultivation!

However, as far as the eye could see, although the disciples' fighting style was "indecent", the effect was surprisingly good. Not only did they effectively protect themselves, but they also caused a large number of casualties to the demons and even boosted the morale of the surrounding fronts.

Valley Master Lin Yanzhi took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the huge waves in his heart. He attacked faster and poured all the complicated emotions in his heart onto the unlucky Demon Lord opposite him.

The Demon Lord felt a surge of pressure, and felt the opponent's murderous aura suddenly become several times more powerful...