Chapter 1277: A Song to Break the Killing

Gong Yang Duxiu plucked the strings of the zither with his ten fingers, and the sound of the zither filled with iron-blooded fighting spirit rushed out. The sound of the zither seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made the space almost solidify and time and space slow down. At the same time, the murderous aura actually condensed into swords and armored soldiers in the void, roaring and rushing towards Zhang Jun. Conservatively estimated, the attack power of these illusory armored soldiers is not weaker than that of the top national warriors!

There are thousands of troops hidden in the strings of the zither, and this method immediately attracted a round of applause from the crowd. What's more amazing is that with the change of rhythm of Gong Yang Duxiu, thousands of armored soldiers actually formed a killing array, as if they had life, surrounding Zhang Jun in the center.

"Amazing! Who is this Gong Yang Duxiu? His zither skills can definitely be described as amazing. I have heard the rumor that the sound of the zither can kill millions of soldiers. It turns out to be true!" People sighed.

Then, Gong Yang Duxiu's zither sound became more and more urgent, faster and faster, and the murderous aura became heavier and heavier. Those soldiers and armors stood still in the void and kept stacking together. Before long, at least five million Qinyin soldiers surrounded Zhang Jun densely, and the thick murderous aura almost suffocated him.

"Zheng!"

Finally, he shouted loudly and plucked the strings with all his strength. Five million soldiers rushed towards Zhang Jun, gathering into a white murderous aura, as if it were real. The people around him gasped, and some even exclaimed: "King of Nanhai, be careful!"

Five million Qinyin soldiers joined forces to attack, with a lethality of at least 500 million Jing, and even Dao Zun might not be able to take it easily. However, Zhang Jun's expression did not change, and his hand finally appeared in his sleeves, and he just gently plucked the three strings.

"Really!"

Time and space solidified in an instant, this time it was really solidified, not the nearly solidified when Gongyang Duxiu played the piano. Gongyang Duxiu and the five million Qinyin soldiers were all fixed in the air. Then he waved his ten fingers and played a song "General's Order". The music was melodious, and it vividly expressed the majesty and solemnity of the general when he entered the tent, the agility and lightness when he went to war, and the fierceness and tension during the battle.

There were many military marquises and followers present, and they all resonated with this song. A divine marquis who liked lyrics and music sang along with the music: The wind on the frontier is long, and the flute sounds are cold; the desert sets and the waning moon is in the sky. Day and night, I hear the camel bells, and I dream of my hometown; I hold a three-foot-long sword in my hand and six letters from home by my pillow; I will definitely cut off the enemy's head, and tears will fall after reading it. Report to the court! Who will listen?

After listening to it, Zhang Jun changed the style of the song and played a song "Seven Killing Orders". As soon as this song came out, billions of sword lights suddenly appeared in the void. With just one cut, five million soldiers were cut into two parts, and none of them were spared. Gongyang Duxiu woke up immediately, and he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. The five million soldiers seemed illusory, but in fact they were the stimulation of his potential, so they were broken and his cultivation was almost wasted.

Zhang Jun then pressed the strings with both hands, the music stopped immediately, and said lightly: "Although you challenged me, I will not kill you today, go."

Gongyang Duxiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and saluted, turned around and left silently.

The King of Fu laughed "Haha" and applauded: "Wonderful! It's really wonderful! The King of Nanhai is worthy of his reputation, which opened my eyes!"

"Since we are competing in playing the zither, how can I, Wei Boren, be missing!" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, and a hunchbacked old man walked out slowly from the back. He was old and frail, with gray hair and wearing a gray coat. However, he was carrying a zither on his back, and everyone who saw it couldn't help but shrink their pupils.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Zither!" Someone whispered, and then the whole hall was silent.

Prince Fu was surprised and immediately bowed his hands and said, "Senior, are you the legendary Wei Bo-ran, the ghost zither player who defeated 10 billion enemy troops with one zither?"

"I am the right man." The hunchbacked old man raised his face and showed a strange smile, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Jun, "Young man, your zither skills are good. I am itching to play zither. Are you willing to compete with me?"

Zhang Jun said indifferently, "If even cats and dogs can compete with me, I will be exhausted to death. You can play zither if you want, but there must be a prize if you lose."

"Prize? Of course there is." The hunchbacked old man took out a piece of purple metal, which seemed to be there and not there, with strange runes flowing on it.

"This is a piece of Void Spirit Gold, which is worth a fortune. Void Spirit Gold can be used to forge magic weapons and is much more precious than Rune Gold. I wonder if it can be used as a prize?" The hunchbacked old man asked.

"Just barely enough." Zhang Jun glanced at him indifferently and asked coldly, "Besides this Wei Bo Ran, are there any other people who want to challenge me?"

At this moment, he could clearly feel that something was wrong with today's situation. Suddenly, so many people came out to challenge him. It must be premeditated, but what exactly did they plan? Did they just want to use these people to deal with him? This was too much of an underestimation of him.

"Me!" A seemingly inconspicuous boy stood up. The boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed like a beggar, and looked dry and monkey-faced. His appearance was disgusting.

Zhang Jun glanced at the other party indifferently: "Oh? Young man, what do you want to compete with me?"

"Compare courage!" The boy grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "But if you want to compete with me, you must first beat the ghost harp."

Zhang Jun said: "Okay, I will compete with him in harp first." As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, the law shook, and the roof of the entire Fuwang Mansion was blown away, and the sky was bright.

Wei Bo Ran took down the Ten Thousand Ghosts Harp, and he was suspended in the air, and the harp was horizontal in front of him. At this moment, his entire temperament changed, becoming cold and cruel. Gusts of cold wind blew, and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were heard in the void.

Zhang Jun was still sitting there. He glanced at Wei Boren and said, "I think there will be more fun later. I don't want to waste more time. If you leave now, I will spare your life. If you still want to play the zither with me, I will tear you into pieces immediately."

Wei Boren laughed wildly, "Haha," "I have been in the zither world for two hundred years, and I have never met such an arrogant junior like you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Jun's ten fingers moving together. With an indescribable rhythm, a nine-color light wave rushed out and surrounded Wei Boren in an instant. In that light wave, there were billions of knife lights, billions of sword shadows, billions of thunders, billions of wind blades, billions of ice, infinite pressure, infinite flames, and infinite tearing.

In just a moment, Wei Boren was shattered. He didn't even have time to make a sound of the zither, and he died just like that.

The scene was silent, and everyone looked at Zhang Jun with extremely shocked expressions. Ghost Zither Wei Boren died just like that? The other party didn't even have the opportunity to use his method of swallowing the sky with ten thousand ghosts! What kind of harp did the King of the South Sea use? Why was it so powerful? They still hadn't figured out that Zhang Jun's nine strings were actually formed by nine core laws.

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