Immortals are not as good as dancing

Meng Ran sat leaning against the wall outside the lobby, her injured left leg was stretched out on the ground, her right leg was bent against her right arm, she held a snare drum in her right hand, and beat the drum with her left hand.

"Aw...!!" Meng Ran groaned when her injured leg was smashed, and her fingers beating the rattle were also half a beat slower.

The five people in the dance circle who had handed over the rhythm to Meng Ran also experienced a slight delay in their movements.The change of the dance array could not be seen with the naked eye, but everyone present, including Meng Ran, could clearly feel that the solidity of the dance array had quietly decreased a little.

"Kill that cripple." The sword repair man pointed his eyes at Meng Ran, and his deep voice was full of murderous intent.

You are the cripple, and your whole family is crippled! !

Meng Ran with a wooden face subconsciously glanced at Song Xi.

Song Xi's face was only serious.The opponent's sword energy can directly break through the dance formation, which Song Xi did not expect.

Although the opponent's sword energy cannot produce a deadly attack, no one knows whether the opponent has any ultimate moves.

The most terrible thing was that Meng Ran's leg was injured, and now he was sitting on the ground again, with almost no ability to move.

The sword repair man outside the dance formation restored the small sword to the size of three feet, made sword fingers with the two fingers of his left hand, held the sword in his right hand, and stepped on the dance formation.

Although Song Xi and the five people in the dance formation were able to move, the dance formation itself, like Meng Ran, was an immovable target.

And where the other party stepped on the dance floor, Meng Ran was facing directly below.

Even if he has the memory of Yuan Mengran, he is still too young after all. In his memory, he does not have any understanding of the martial art and mentality of the sword cultivator. Sword repair man.

Song Xi turned around and said, "Go in."

The dance hall was originally covering the entire Tianwu Gate, and it has been attacked continuously for several days. Currently, only a lobby in the middle of the Tianwu Gate is still in the dance hall.

The head order is stored in the lobby, and correspondingly, there are more defenses during construction.

The sword repair man pointed his sword together, and turned around with a sword, piercing towards Meng Ran's position.

"Fuck!" Before the sword qi arrived, the sharpness brought by the sword qi had already reached Meng Ran's scalp.

Subconsciously, it was a donkey rolling, and when Meng Ran turned around, there was a shallow pit the size of a fist in the original place.

Meng Ran broke out in cold sweat all over her body. Seeing that the opponent was about to draw a sword towards her again, she ignored the pain in her calf, climbed on her knees to climb the threshold of the lobby, and rolled into the door.

Before he could rest after rolling in, the opponent walked along the gate and stabbed him with a sword again.

Meng Ran felt that her movements had never been so fast before, so she hooked the door with her backhand and closed it with a "pound".The sword energy hit the gate, and the gate shook for a while. When Meng Ran looked up and saw the intact gate, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he relaxed, the pain in his calf was no longer like his own.

"Speaking of which, it doesn't seem to be mine at all..." Meng Ran murmured joyfully.

"Ah!" A cry of pain came to Meng Ran's ears, it was Wan Wan's voice.

"Xiaowan!" Bai Qiuyun called out worriedly.

Meng Ran just wanted to poke his head out from the door, but with just this movement, his calf was about to cry in pain: "It's not mine, why does it still hurt so much?"

"Turn! Fall! Raise your wrist!" Song Xi's voice was still cold and serious.

Meng Ran lowered her head, and could hear Wanwan's breathing becoming disordered, and there was pain that seemed to be visible to the naked eye during her breathing.

Struggling to glance outside the door, Wan Wan was dressed in brown clothes, the color of blood was not obvious, only a wet mark on her left shoulder could be seen.With the movement of raising the elbow and waving the sleeve, the wet mark is still expanding.

And obviously, without the sound of the drums, the rhythm of several people was also out of order.Looking through the half-closed door, the mask of the dance array no longer had the sense of solidity just now.

The rattle fell outside!

Meng Ran looked around, and there was a pipa hanging on the wall behind the wide wooden chair directly above the lobby!

lute!He can play the pipa!Although more will be the guitar!

Who cares, they're all variants of the Arabian oud anyway, the difference... well, it's actually quite big...

These are not the point, the point is... so far away!

There is a linear distance of about 12 meters from the gate to the wall where the Pipa is located.

Don't underestimate 12 meters, he is a lame now!

Then, the pipa is still hanging at a height of more than two meters.

Meng Ran looked down at the disabled leg.

Meng Ran looked up at the pipa 12 meters away and two meters high.

Meng Ran looked down at the disabled leg again.

Meng Ran looked up again at the pipa 12 meters away and two meters high.

"Ah!" Wan Wan screamed again from outside the door.

"Okay, I'd rather be in pain than die!" Meng Ran tucked the long hem of her coat into her waist, struggled to stand up, and jumped on one leg to where the pipa was.

The calf, which had been repeatedly bounced and shaken, almost had the illusion that it was about to break again.

At this time, the ears seemed to be particularly good, and Wan Wan's heavy breathing was heard in the ears, which made Meng Ran not even want to stop.

When jumping to the position directly below the pipa, Meng Ran looked at the pipa hanging above. Without any hesitation, she climbed up the chair with difficulty, stood up again with difficulty, and took down the pipa hanging on the wall.

Holding the pipa and sitting on the chair for a while, Meng Ran felt that the pain was so extreme that there was no pain at all, only the whole body was trembling uncontrollably, including the fingertips that wanted to pluck the string.

Meng Ran clenched his fist and then let go. After several times, he finally regained control of his fingers.

"Zheng!!" The four strings of the pipa were plucked at the same time, making a sad and passionate sound.

"Clang! Clank! Clank!!" Pipa's voice was so passionate that it seemed a bit irritating to the ears!

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!!" Responding to Meng Ran was the sound of neat and powerful dance steps outside the door.

This gave Meng Ran no reason to hesitate.

When the sword repair man's long sword came down again, a cloud of spiritual light exploded from the dance array.Amidst the sonorous and powerful sound of the pipa, the burst of aura even hinted at two points of murderous intent.

The sword repair man couldn't dodge in time, the hem of his clothes was torn apart by the spiritual light, and a small piece of hem was cut to pieces, floating in the air above the dance array like velvet flowers.

"The dance of armor and shields was not just a defensive dance formation at the beginning. Unfortunately, due to the battle between immortals and demons, the "Fan Yin Pu" was lost, and "Tian Wu Jue" only recorded the most basic dance postures. We can only defend." Master's clear and slightly sad voice floated out from the fragments of memory.

Those postures of Dance of Armor and Shield flashed through his mind quickly along with the fluttering velvet flowers.

The armor and shield dance that belonged to Yuan Mengran integrated Mengran's knowledge of mechanics, physics, human body, vocal music, dance, etc., and there were changes that even Mengran didn't know about.

Mengran's ten fingers, on the four strings of the pipa, are no longer a single plucking of the strings. They are matched with the more rounded and satisfactory armor and shield dance in his mind. It's the rhythm, slowly forming a tune.

The rhythm has also undergone subtle changes in the light and slow movements.Although the change is subtle, it seems more reasonable and convenient to move.

When Wu Changliu looked at Song Xi with inquiring eyes, Song Xi nodded without hesitation.

Bai Qiuyun also noticed this change, but the senior sister and the second senior brother had no objection, so Bai Qiuyun just took it as his own perception was wrong and tried to adjust his rhythm.

Lu Ziqi and Wan Wan, who were even lower in cultivation and even couldn't keep up, didn't find any problems at all.

Outside the dance circle of Tianwu Gate, the light of day began to dim, and night began to fall quietly.The golden defense light shield is a bit bright in the night.

What was more resplendent than the dance formation was the light blade that protruded from Song Xi's sleeve when the two sword cultivators attacked the dance formation with one move.

"Boom".

Two jets of black cyan-colored sword energy collided with the moon-shaped light blade.A beam of light was aroused, piercing the sky from Tianwu Peak.

"Brother!" The sword repair woman exclaimed, her eyes were fixed on the bloodline overflowing from the corner of the sword repair man's mouth, and the previous calmness was no longer on her face.

"Elder Sister!" Bai Qiuyun's surprised voice recalled Song Xi who was a little distracted.

Before she had time to be happy, the sword repair woman had already rushed towards the dance array with her sword in hand.

"Good time!" Song Xi's mouth curled up quietly, and he said to Meng Ran, "Little San, come again!"

Meng Ran has a mouthful of old blood, can we call him another name?

But the fingertips didn't stop at all, the small strings danced in the clouds, and the heavy strings clanked and cast iron bones.

"Zheng!" With a sound, Meng Ran's fingertips were too hard, and even a touch of blood splashed out.

Following the sound of plucking strings, a bright yellow arc of light burst out of the sleeve, "Clang!" with a clanging sound, hitting the long sword attacked by the sword cultivator woman.

To the surprise of both parties, the sword repair woman was forced to retreat a few steps.

"How unreasonable!!" The sword cultivator was so angry that she was almost furious, and several sword lights were drawn from the long sword in a disorderly manner, and some of them didn't even hit the dance array at all. The traces that were made up.

"Little sister!" The sword repair man just yelled, and stopped the woman's anger.

"Guardian." The sword cultivator's long sword was thrown into the air this time, and a sword shadow landed from the air, laying a sword aura, and the sword cultivator moved forward a step.The next sword shadow landed one step away, and the sword repair man took another step forward.

With one step at a time, the sword cultivator pressed in step by step from the archway outside the Tianwu Gate to the dance formation of the Tianwu Gate.

Every time he took a step forward, the opponent's sword energy became more solidified.

The few arcs of light Song Xi shot were all resolved by the sword repair woman.

There was another confrontation between Tianwumen and the two sword cultivators.

After five steps, the opponent's sword intent even surpassed the coercion of the initial stage of foundation establishment.

Seeing the sword formation approaching step by step, Wu Changliu suddenly exclaimed: "It's the Quenching Mang Formation!"

Before Song Xi could ask, Wu Changliu had already said in an urgent tone: "Master, think of a way! It is rumored that this array is stacked up to 99 times by the foundation-building monks, and it can even kill Jindan monks!"

Meng Ran almost lost control of her hand.

In the Dance of Armor and Shield of Tianwumen, monks in the Qi refining stage can block the foundation building stage, so it's already considered open, okay?

During the foundation building period, who owns such a hacker that leapfrogged to kill Jindan monks?Is it reasonable?