House of Flying Daggers

"Got it," Yi Feng finally slapped his thigh and took action, although the song Ten Sides Ambush was not suitable for guitar playing, but as long as it could improve his guitar skills, who cares.

Seeing Yi Feng take action, Wu Yonghong and others finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their hanging hearts finally settled down.

But then.

Just as they thought Yi Feng would unleash his power and annihilate these two demon kings, they found that Yi Feng did not launch an attack, but picked up his strange musical instrument again.

"Let me play you another song!"

Yi Feng said lightly.

Yi Feng's words were relaxed, but Wu Yonghong and the others didn't feel relaxed at all, and their hearts hung up again.

"How can you still stay calm, sir!"

The three were shocked and horrified.

Because no matter how you put it, these were the attacks of two demon kings. Even if the sir didn't take them seriously, he couldn't just let these two demon kings attack them, could he?

Moreover, if such an attack really landed, the sir might be unharmed, but it would be a disaster for them.

Sweating profusely, Wu Yonghong and the others could no longer hold back and were about to ask Yi Feng.

"Thud!"

But before they could speak out, Yi Feng had already plucked the strings. As the strings vibrated, the famous song Ten Sides Ambush from the previous world slowly played out.

In an instant, a gust of killing intent spread out, shrouding the entire space.

The whole space was like being shrouded in a battlefield, making people who experienced it tense up immediately.

At the same time, as the strings fluctuated, an invisible ripple spread out into the sky.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, the two huge energy balls didn't even fluctuate a wave before dissipating into nothingness, as if they had never appeared before!

Hiss!

Seeing this scene, Wu Yonghong and the other three, who were extremely nervous, froze like pillars on the spot. They gasped, their eyeballs almost falling out.

Lu DaSheng was even more frightened and fell into the cesspool. He stared with wide eyes at this miracle happening in front of him, disregarding his sorry state.

Such powerful attacks.

Actually.

They were easily dissolved by a musical note?

What kind of peerless means, what kind of heaven-reaching cultivation was needed to achieve this?

Looking back at Yi Feng lying leisurely on the lounger, it was as if he was doing something trivial!

Xiu Luo and Fu Dao also broke out in a cold sweat when they saw this scene, and fear instantly spread in their hearts.

They looked at the young man on the lounger in complete disbelief.

Only now did they understand that the strongest person in this martial arts school was not the three martial emperors they saw, but the most ordinary looking young man lying on the lounger.

Such peerless means directly made the two lose the will to fight.

Because it was completely not on the same level.

The two looked at each other, wanting to put away the Heaven Shielding Umbrella and leave.

However, another musical note suddenly spread out from Yi Feng's guitar and went to envelop Xiu Luo and Fu Dao.

The two's eyes widened.

Under this energy, despair filled their eyes, and they had no idea how to resist.

In an instant.

The invisible energy passed through.

The two great demon kings of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Wolf Clan instantly dissipated into nothingness, as if they had never come.

And the sky.

Regained its tranquility.

Only a masterless big black umbrella was left, slowly drifting down from the sky.

Seeing this scene.

Wu Yonghong and the others were already dumbfounded.

Although they knew the sir's strength was formidable, they had never felt it so vividly before.

Two great demon kings!

People who could rampage in NanSha, were so easily annihilated?

"Phew!"

Looking at each other, gasping, they could all see the absolute shock in each other's eyes!

No wonder.

No wonder the sir didn't take those two people's attacks seriously at all!

Now thinking back, it was them who were too impatient.

Finally.

Yi Feng finished playing the whole song Ten Sides Ambush.

Although the guitar was not suitable for playing this kind of song, the overall feeling was still not bad, and Yi Feng was quite satisfied.

He smiled and looked towards Wu Yonghong and the others.

But he found that they were all standing there dumbly, as if in a daze.

Sensing Yi Feng's gaze, Wu Yonghong and the others quickly regained their senses and sincerely praised: "The sir's majesty makes us worship and admire!"

"Seeing the sir's demeanor today has greatly broadened our horizons!"

Hearing the words of praise, Yi Feng smiled helplessly.

It was just a song, yet they were praising it like this.

But he also understood. Not to mention his superb guitar skills cultivated through the system, just the song Ten Sides Ambush itself was shocking.

This was the cultural heritage of his homeland from 5,000 years ago!

"No big deal, stay calm!"

Although Yi Feng was quite proud inwardly, he still waved his hand humbly and laughed.