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"boom"

An extremely devastating force returned from the war drum and turned into a terrifying gun shadow, like a broken bamboo.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a loud noise.

At this moment, Yaoyue's figure was shaken back without any suspense.

His tiger's mouth was chapped, blood dripped, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

However, Yaoyue didn't seem to feel at all. He hunted in his robes, gathered momentum again, and walked towards the eighth side.

"Be strong, you will die!" the sloppy young man reminded.

In the past, it was not that no one died from the counter shock of the drum.

However, Yao Yue didn't seem to hear his reminder at all.

His figure of a man with a gun, wrapped in an invincible belief, turned into a terrifying spear light, piercing through the void.

Mo Fan can sound the nine-sided drum, and Luo Wushu must be able to, so how can he stop at the seven-sided drum.

He does not accept and does not allow this to happen.

"This lunatic!" Mo Fan cursed in a low voice, how he didn't understand Yao Yue's thoughts.

Yao Yue herself was a very proud person.

"He can!" Luo Wushu whispered.

The drum of war is set up as an assessment, but it can also be used as a kind of experience, which can push people to the limit and explode their potential.

Of course, this in itself is also an extremely dangerous thing.

But in this world, there has never been a power for nothing. If you want to be strong, you must have the courage to face life and death.

Luo Wushu supports Yaoyue's approach.

"Boom!"

The eighth battle drum resounded violently, as if the storm was hitting the shore, and it seemed to hit everyone's hearts fiercely, and their hearts trembled.

Regardless of whether there is a brave element, Yaoyue has managed to beat the eighth drum of war.

Even the most enchanting student of Huangxuan Academy today can only sound the eighth drum of war.

A ruined gun shadow returned once again.

The terrifying power seemed to be beyond the ability of the current Demon Yue to resist.

His figure was directly knocked into the air, not only bleeding from the tiger's mouth, but also with blood constantly spitting out from his mouth.

With a bang, his figure fell heavily to the ground.

Just when everyone felt fortunate for him, when the catastrophe did not die, his figure actually got up directly, stepping on a not fast but unusually steady pace, and walked towards the ninth war drum.

"What is he doing?"

"Is this crazy?"

"Could it be that he doesn't know anything about himself?"

Many strong men looked at Demon Yue in shock, but didn't expect that he was not content to sound the nine-sided war drum.

He is good enough!

Leaving aside Mo Fan, now, no one can be better than him.

"Okay, persistence is not a bad thing, but you must also learn to do what you can." Xia Li said.

The talent that Yaoyue showed was also abnormal.

Naturally, he didn't want to see such evildoers. In order to prove himself, he died before the drum of war.

However, Yaoyue at this moment didn't seem to hear anyone's voice at all.

His footsteps, every step he took, the momentum of his body surging, became more and more frightening.

His stature is straight, like a loose strength, proudly, and there is an incomparable stubbornness, not to hit the south wall and not to look back.

In my mind, I recalled the scenes from the beginning of the practice...

He hasn't given up after the ups and downs of life and death again and again, so how can he give up before the mere drums of war?

The battle drum is difficult, why can't his gun become stronger.

With every step taken, Yao Yue's mind had many thoughts about guns.

Sentiment of gun road, maybe he has reached a certain bottleneck, but has he really mastered it?

Does he have the limit of what he can achieve in this state?

The answer is obviously no.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to do nothing at all.

Finally, his figure arrived before the ninth war drum, but his momentum converged to the extreme in an instant.

Subsequently, the spear was assassinated.

Compared to before, the ninth shot was unremarkable, just like a very common shot.

"Can this make the ninth battle drum sound?" The scruffy young man couldn't help but question, does Yaoyue's persistence really make sense?

But the next moment, Yaoyue told him with actions that it was indeed meaningful.

The ninth battle drum reverberated, but when the destructive force in the battle drum came back, the long spear, which did not seem to be powerful, still had a steady stream of power pouring madly, annihilating the force of the reaction.

The sound of drums trembled the world, and Yaoyue's figure still stood there stiffly.

Although it is not strong, it is still as loose as it is, and it cannot be shaken easily.

"He succeeded?" Many eyes were fixed there, some couldn't believe that Yao Yue could do so.

That was the ninth drum of war.

"Not only has a strong talent, but also has great perseverance. The future achievements of this son will not be lower than that of anyone." Xia Li sighed secretly, not inferior to Mo Fan in cherishing his talent for Demon Yue.

At the same time, he was also curious in his heart. Luo Wushu and his party were the proud sons who came from admiration.

Among a group of people, there are actually two perverts.

The sound of drums shook the heavens and the earth, and Yaoyue's robe hunted, standing quietly in front of the war drums, like an old monk entering the peace.

On his handsome face, not only did he not see the slightest joy after success, but some were just extremely focused and devoted, still digesting the final feelings.

The vast space also became quiet, and no one bothered Yao Yue until Yao Yue stopped her practice.

"Congratulations!" Xia Li smiled.

"Congratulations, I should learn from you." Including the sloppy youth, also congratulated.

Not only is his talent inferior to Demon Yue, but his courage is also inferior.

"Thank you!" Yaoyue replied and retired from the battle platform.

"Good job." Luo Wushu said, seeing Yaoyue successfully beating the nine-sided war drum, and he seemed to be happier than doing it himself.

"Is it just not bad?" Many experts in Huangxuan Academy twitched the corners of their mouths.

Luo Wushu probably still doesn't know what kind of talent it means to ring the nine-sided war drum.

"Although your cultivation base is stronger than the two of them, it doesn't mean anything."

"After you step onto the battlefield yourself, you will understand how far you are from them."

The sloppy young man couldn't help but said, "Moreover, it won't take too long for you to even look up to them."

Luo Wushu smiled noncommitantly, "If there is such a day, I will only be happy for my brother, and you will be honored."

"The assessment continues." Xia Li glanced at Luo Wushu and the three women expectantly.

"Shall I try first?" Bai Ning said.

"Go! Do your best, you don't need to be brave." Luo Wushu said lightly. There is no doubt that Bai Ning has a Bingxin exquisite body, and there is no need to prove anything specially.

Moreover, now Bai Ning hasn't had the time to truly show Bing Xin's exquisite body.

"Know!" Bai Ning nodded, climbing the battle platform.

Afterwards, I saw drums, resounding under many shocking eyes.

Bai Ning stopped just after the eight-sided war drum was sounded.

Although the ninth war drum has not been sounded, it has already shocked Xia Li and many other experts in Huang Xuan Academy.

"There won't be any problems with the war drum, right?" An elder couldn't help but ask.

"Lin Yi, you go try it." Xia Li looked at the scruffy young man.

"Okay!" The sloppy young man readily agreed. At this moment, his heart also couldn't help but wonder.

Compared to the occurrence of so many perverted evildoers at once, the possibility of problems with War Drum seems to be greater.