Chapter 214: The "Explosion" Of Ximen Gucheng

In the third-level battlefield, you face the enemy’s powerful divine consciousness combined attack secret technique.

In desperation, Zhao Heng could only use the secret technique of spiritual consciousness "Ghost Thorn" to help everyone.

Fortunately, he also proved that his spiritual power was powerful during the initial alliance test, so it was not an accidental exposure of his strength.

At this moment, the three of them joined forces, plus a little fat man who was so confident that he didn't know his own weight and stabbed him randomly with an iron pestle, and finally blocked the bloody light beam.

The two energies were at a stalemate in the void.

Seeing this situation, the three people on the opposite side were also secretly surprised, and the blood in their eyes became even brighter, strengthening the power of the light beam.

The blood-colored light beam vibrated, the blood light glowed, and it had a tendency to move forward.

Feeling the pressure intensifying, Zhao Heng and Yin Ruoling also mobilized their spiritual power to resist tenaciously.

At this time, the silver sound wave released by Ximen Gucheng with the secret technique of spiritual consciousness had been offset by the blood-colored light beam.

He hurriedly continued to brew his emotions and recited poems.

"When you draw your bow, you should use it as a strong one, and when you use arrows, you should use a long one. When you shoot a man, shoot a horse first, and when you catch a thief, you first catch the king!"

A poem was recited, and Ximen Gucheng waved his folding fan eagerly.

As the mysterious light flickered, small silver waves surged out, resisting the advance of the blood-colored light pillar.

But this was only temporary. As the silver waves were offset by the bloody light beam, our offensive weakened, and the bloody light column took advantage of the situation to advance rapidly.

Ximen Gucheng hurriedly recited poems and waved his folding fan.

Repeated this process several times, the bloody light beam continued to advance in the intervals between poems recited in Ximen Gucheng.

At this time, he was no more than ten feet away from everyone.

Ximen Gucheng was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, soaking his flowing bangs, and the folding fan in his hand almost started to smoke.

"You should read faster and don't stop! If this continues, we won't be able to stop you!" Yin Ruoling on the side couldn't help but urge.

Ximen Gucheng wiped the sweat that was constantly flowing on his chin and gasped: "I also want to be fast, but my secret technique is all about doing it in one go.

The artistic conception of each poem is different. It takes time to enter different moods, and it is inevitable to pause.

Moreover, there are not many poems with powerful killing power, and it takes time to think about them. "

"Can't you repeat a poem?" Zhao Heng asked from the side.

Ximen Gucheng shook his head: "If the same poem is repeated too many times in a short period of time, the artistic conception and power will weaken."

Looking at the approaching bloody beam of light, Zhao Heng asked hurriedly: "Does your secret technique have any requirements for literary type and length?"

Ximen Gucheng had just finished reciting a killing poem and quickly shook his head.

"There are no requirements, any poem, couplet, or couplet is acceptable. The longer the number of words, the better, and the murderous spirit should be strong. The more exciting and surging it is, the stronger the resonance of my emotions will be, and the greater the power!"

After hearing the conversation between the two, Yin Ruoling glanced at Zhao Heng and said, "Why, do you still want to write poems now?"

Zhao Heng didn't answer him, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Fellow Taoist Ximen, I have a piece of work here that may be very suitable for you. I will transmit it to you with my spiritual consciousness. Please listen carefully and remember it quickly."

"good!"

At this time, the bloody light pillar continued to advance and was less than three feet away from everyone.

If this situation develops, they will definitely be unable to resist it.

Just let Ximen Gucheng try Zhao Heng's work.

The next moment, Zhao Heng's spiritual consciousness transmitted sound very quickly.

Ximen Gucheng is also a person with strong spiritual consciousness. He can completely copy Zhao Heng's voice, tone and even rhythm into his brain.

This is the benefit of powerful spiritual consciousness. It has photographic memory and super strong memory and understanding, just like the computer data transmission of Zhao Heng's previous life.

It only took less than two breaths for the two to complete the information transmission.

Ximen Gucheng took another three breaths to complete the process of digestion and understanding.

Immediately, a strange look appeared in his eyes.

"This... what kind of style is this, why have I never seen it before?

Fellow Daoist Ren, can this thing really work? "

Zhao Heng glared at this guy fiercely, "My butt is on fire. What nonsense are you talking about? Just follow the method I just did and shout it loudly!"

At this time, the bloody beam of light was very close to everyone.

A biting cold energy breath with powerful destructive power rushed towards the face, making everyone's hair stand on end and their backs trembling with chills!

Ximen Gucheng's eyes flickered, and there was still a trace of hesitation.

"Read it quickly!"

Yin Ruoling was also anxious and shouted out.

Hu Yiba withdrew the iron pestle, eyes red, and pushed it directly behind Ximen Gucheng.

"Read it to me!"

Under the coercion and urging of the three teammates, Ximen Gucheng finally gritted his teeth and spoke!

"Music... drives the rhythm, and the beasts roar in the night."

When Ximen Gucheng opened his mouth, he said a sentence awkwardly in a tone similar to reciting poetry but with a special rhythm.

That kind of feeling, it seems to be talking but not talking, it seems to be singing, which gives people a weird feeling.

Yin Ruoling and Hu Yiba were also stunned, wondering what kind of poem this was. It sounded weird and superficial.

After saying the first sentence, Ximen Gucheng's face also felt hot under his mask.

When he turned around, he was greeted by Zhao Heng's encouraging eyes.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

Ximen Gucheng calmed down and continued singing.

"Unbutton your clothes, who will leave your soul behind?"

Hearing this sentence, Yin Ruoling blushed and spat: "Bah, what a stupid poem, it deserves to be that guy's work!"

At this time, the strong players from the four major branches outside the field were also paying close attention to the situation on the third battlefield.

Suddenly I heard two lines of poetry recited by Ximen Gucheng.

Some people in the other three major branch camps already snickered.

Among the Southeast Branch, all area managers frowned.

"What bullshit poetry, it's really obscene and cliche, it's degrading to politeness!"

"Old Cao, is this the genius of your Annan District?"

…

Hearing the accusations and ridicules from all sides, Cao Que, who just now felt proud because Zhao Heng swept two battlefields.

He couldn't help but darken his face, knowing that this idiot from Ximen Gucheng would definitely embarrass himself.

At this time, Ximen Gucheng was facing countless mocking looks, accusations and abuses.

I know in my heart that this person is dead today.

He simply closed his eyes, ignored everything around him, immersed his body and mind in the work, took a deep breath, and continued singing.

“Don’t look forward and backward, be wild and show off.

After the passion, come and save the soul!

…”

After chanting a few lines in succession, Ximen Gucheng seemed to gradually find his feeling.

He found that the "poetry" Zhao Heng gave him, although the language was simple and straightforward and had no artistic conception, was catchy.

Especially paired with that special singing tune, when recited, there is a special... refreshing feeling.

This was something he had never experienced before when he recited poetry.

So he continued to sing this special "poetry" and waved his folding fan according to the rhythm.

Small silver waves spread, once again blocking the advance of the blood-colored light beam.

Seeing this situation, both Yin Ruoling and Hu Yiba looked surprised.

Although this kind of poetry is a bit vulgar and explicit, at least it works.

Moreover, it sounds catchy and rhymes, and it has a special charm.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Heng also showed a look of relief like an "old father".

In terms of impassionedness, sharp attack, and length, the poets of this era are not as good as those rappers in the previous life who fought with their words every second!

That's right, what Zhao Heng taught Ximen Gucheng were "mixed versions" of some rap songs he had heard in his previous life.

At the beginning, Ximen Gucheng still had the arrogance and shyness of a poet, which I couldn't let go of.

But as he continued to sing and gradually found the rhythm and rhythm, he gradually started to get better.

Ximen Gucheng's head and body began to follow the rhythm, and the folding fan in his hand began to be full of power and rhythm.

His voice began to become high-pitched, and his speech speed increased unconsciously.

“The secret war never stops, they compete for fame and fortune.

Language is the most lethal weapon!

I never underestimate the enemy and directly raze their territory to the ground!

…”

As Ximen Gucheng's speaking speed increased, his rhythm accelerated, the amplitude of his body swaying, and the frequency of waving the folding fan in his hand also increased dramatically.

This directly resulted in the small silver waves he swept out with his spiritual consciousness and secret techniques. Not only did they continue to flow, but their amplitude also increased dramatically.

The thin silver waves that were originally only a few feet high now turned into waves that were more than ten feet high, slamming into the blood-colored light pillar.

"Rumble...!"

Amidst the crashing sounds like drums, the blood-colored light beam trembled, and was in turn pushed back by the silver wave and the crowd's offensive.

"What!"

Feeling all this, the three enemy Southwest Branch masters were all shocked.

Yin Ruoling and Hu Yiba were overjoyed.

This weird poem has such a magical effect.

Moreover, the two gradually discovered the charm of this kind of poetry.

The straightforward and sharp, catchy and rhyming sentence patterns, as well as the amazing intensity of rhythm and rhyme, make people want to move along with it.

Not only them, but also some people in the four major branch camps watching the match unconsciously followed the rhythm and swayed.

At this time, Ximen Gucheng, the "No. 1 rapper in the alien world", has fully entered the state.

His body swayed vigorously to the rhythm, and his long silver hair flew freely as his head shook. The folding fan in his hand seemed to turn into a percussion instrument, flying up and down.

He is completely immersed in his own spiritual world.

In this world, he is invincible and invincible!

At this moment, he completely let himself go, and the lyrics in his mouth were as fast as a storm, outputting them with all his strength.

“If you can go up, you can never go down! If you can make it big, just find a way!

Dominating the field just makes you afraid, afraid of my indiscriminate bombing!

Yo yo...hey Ruibati, come together! "

Under Ximen Gucheng's frenzied performance, this rap song reached a climax.

The sound wave of divine consciousness turned into a huge wave several feet high, which continued and rushed away crazily.

With an irreversible trend, the bloody light pillar was pushed all the way.

Finally, there was a crash to the southwest branch, three elites in the late stage of Ascending Heaven Realm, and the blood-red light above their heads.

"Boom...!"