C806 Intimidating

Now, Fu Lin had silently fallen into the palm of East Ocean Princess Hefeng. It seemed like this weak princess was using a mysterious technique to torture him. Furthermore, while this mysterious technique was torturing Fu Lin, through the sounds coming from his mouth, it was actually able to secretly match Abe Tsukiooyoso's martial arts. This made Abe Tsukiooyoso, who was slowly showing signs of defeat, feel as if he was injected with a new force, faintly bringing back a bit of a disadvantage.

Huan Du wanted to rush over to save Fu Lin, but he knew. At such a distance, he was afraid that it would be very difficult to save Fu Lin without any injuries. Besides, if he turned around to save ___, he would be right behind him. This Abe Tsukiooyoso wasn't a weakling. He was basically putting a tiger behind his back without caring about anything. It was very likely that if he failed to save the person, he would be the one to die instead. In fact, Huan Du knew in his heart the gap between him and Abe Tsukiooyoso. It was not as big as it looked at the moment. After all, Huan Du was already very old. In his own situation... He knew very well that he could only end this battle as soon as possible. However, Abe Tsukiooyoso's defense was still extremely tight. Until now, he still hadn't found any flaws in his opponent's defense. The strange sound that Fu Lin made was that he had added another strange cultivation technique. He had used Fu Lin's innate King's Qi and his body as a weapon. Using the skill as a hammer, he struck out a strange drum sound. It just so happened to match Abe Tsukiooyoso's Supreme Drum. The two of them met in a harmonious manner. The two complemented each other, and Lin Leng was actually gradually trying to salvage the situation.

However, Huan Du knew that this had something to do with the fact that he could no longer focus on fighting Abe Tsukiooyoso. At this moment, many people were similarly wary of the consequences of their actions, and they didn't dare to rashly rescue Fu Lin. No one could see that the soft and weak Princess Hefeng... There's a problem. It could be said that her ability to conceal herself was also very shocking. Many of the experts present actually made a mistake. They were unable to tell that she possessed martial arts.

The Japanese once again treated Fu Lin as a hostage. Furthermore, this was the husband and wife who had turned against each other. This kind of dramatic scene made people not know whether to laugh or cry. He was a new wife who had just passed away, but his husband said that he wanted to become a monk. No one would be happy if this kind of thing happened to anyone. Therefore, when Princess Hefeng caught Fu Lin, the rest of the people didn't know how to make a fuss about it.

Huan Du glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw Yun Da silently moving forward inch by inch. His palm had already turned purple. Huan Du knew that although this disciple's body wasn't very big, he was still a disciple of Yun Da's. However, his character was also unyielding and honest. Protecting Fu Lin and his mother was his life's mission. However, on this day, Consort Zhuang and Fu Lin's mother were plotted against one after another. Yun Da looked at the other and felt extremely vexed in his heart. Therefore, it seemed that he was determined to perish together with them. He wanted to sacrifice himself to save Fu Lin. However, this was a very dangerous situation. One careless move... It could endanger Fu Lin's life. Yun Da had always been scheming, but today, it seemed like his mind had been thrown into chaos.

Huan Du naturally couldn't let his grand-disciple sacrifice him so easily, and he might not be able to get a satisfactory result.

He made a prompt decision, and his figure suddenly changed. He threw the ocean bowl in his hand into the sky. The ocean bowl flew to a certain height, and the bowl was thrown downwards. It stopped in midair and spun continuously. A series of rumbling sounds came from the mouth of the bowl. At this moment, the drum sounds were no longer the same as the one that Abe Tsukiooyoso had just used. It had long turned into the rumbling of war drums. This kind of drum floated in the minds of the people. It should be a robust man over eight feet tall. His upper body was naked, revealing the muscles that were like the roots of ancient trees. He held a pair of drum mallets that were as thick as the hind legs of a horse. In front of him was a large drum that the three of them were still unable to wrap their arms around. The drum was so large that it was enough for the three women to dance on it. This kind of drum, as long as it was struck, would shake a hundred miles. Those who heard it would feel their blood boiling. However, no one knew how Huan Du used this small bowl to make such a drum sound. How did he turn the Supreme Drum, which sounded like a slutty drum, into this kind of real drum beat?

The drum beat drifted, and anyone who heard it would be shaken. Zhang Jingxuan realized that the sound of the drum did not spread out. Huan Du's cultivation technique had reached the peak of perfection, and the height of the sea bowl had risen. He had already calculated the range of the drum and used the bowl as an arc. It had just covered a few tables on the table.

However, the sound of the drum was just shocking.

What was even more terrifying was that there was something else.

The sea bowl spun continuously in midair, and it spun faster and faster.

The snowflakes falling from the sky only needed to enter a one-foot radius around the sea bowl. They would be driven by the power of the sea bowl and change direction. From a casual and relaxed state, he became like an angry bull, flying down from the sky.

Not all of the people present were people in Community of Martial Arts, but there were also those who did not know martial arts. Seeing the snowflakes flying over like small swords, they were at a loss of what to do. They wanted to hide under the table, but it was too late. However, when the snowflakes landed on their bodies and faces... They only felt a slight pain, but as soon as they came into contact with the hot air, they melted into droplets of water. There was no harm. Only then did these people let out a long breath. After messing around for a long time, it was only frightening. It was just a false alarm.

Mi Ouping actually felt that the snowflakes were like swords. At first, he was still dodging. When he saw that the few high-ranking civil servants beside him were in a sorry state and pretending to be calm and composed as if nothing had happened, he secretly laughed in his heart. These fake Dao scholars were really fake, funny, and cute. In this way, he also felt that there was no need to make them nervous. He stopped and also wanted to let the snow fall on his face. He enjoyed that trace of cool air.

As soon as his body stopped, he felt his arms tighten. Zhang Jingxuan, who was beside him, grabbed him and pulled him in his direction. Mi Ouping felt that Zhang Jingxuan did not use any strength and deliberately held back. As a result, a few snowflakes flew past his shoulder. With a sound of "La La," a large cut was made on his sleeve.

Ah! How was this a snowflake? This was clearly the feeling of a sword!

Mi Ouping only felt a lingering fear in his heart. If it wasn't for Zhang Jingxuan pulling him along, he was afraid that these few snowflakes would have pierced through his chest, even if his protective true qi could protect him a little. He wouldn't have been able to escape even if he was severely injured.

Could it be that these small snowflakes were able to differentiate between the people on the ground? Could it be that it was able to separate the enemies or its own people?