A Ming is a boy who is only 18 years old. He is thin and dark, and his hands and feet appear to be very dexterous. A scar on his cheek gives him a bit more fierceness.
He nodded without saying anything, picked up the bone whistle hanging around his neck, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard.
The sharp whistle stung the eardrums, and the invisible sound waves spread to all directions at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Bang bang bang!
Many mechanisms were triggered, and the bright light of the explosion pierced the darkness.
Master Magic Flute raised his head, somewhat surprised: "Bearing Whistle!"
The blind old man's face was solemn, and his whistle was sharp and without any sense of music, but its destructive power was astonishing and full of unreasonable ferocity. If it weren't for this period of time, he studied under the magic flute, and his understanding of the rhythm was far better than before, this whistle
He was just afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist.
The strength of his whole body was so strong that the wheelchair beneath him turned into powder, but his body was like cast steel, motionless. Hu Gong slowly pulled on the strings, and a hoarse and sad sound, like gurgling water, came from his erhu
Flow down.
Two completely different voices clashed in the air.
Ah Ming's eyes were bloodshot and wide open. He mustered all his strength and the bone whistle in his mouth made three rapid sounds.
Almost at the same time, the blind old man flicked his wrist, and a very lingering vibrato sounded, so low that it was inaudible.
Bang, the bone whistle that A Ming held in his mouth exploded instantly, his face was covered with blood, and he fell down on his back.
clank clank, the blind string old man trembled all over, and the erhu strings in his hands were all broken. His face turned gray and his figure slumped. The mute servant behind him quickly helped him.
"A Ming!"
The middle-aged man screamed in surprise, his eyes were about to burst, and he rushed towards A Ming.
"Ghost whistle! It's ghost whistle! They are Liufeng group!"
"Liu Feng Tuan!"
Shouts of fear filled one after another.
Liufeng Group, one of the most notorious gangs, they are powerful and dominate the sky! In addition to the twelve constellations of the zodiac that they have never touched, even the Serpent, one of the ten equatorial palaces, has been threatened by them
.
They have no conscience, their methods are extremely cruel, and massacres occur from time to time. The Liufeng Group has six extremely powerful thieves, and Gui Xioming is one of them, ranking sixth.
The middle-aged man flashed and appeared next to A Ming, catching his body and touching it with his hand. His heart felt a little calmer and A Ming still had a breath left.
His face darkened, and he squeezed out four words from between his teeth: "No one will be left alive!"
The old man Blind Xian is the most famous warrior in this base, and he is also the strongest warrior. A Ming was seriously injured, and the old man Blind Xian's erhu music has also disappeared. He must have been seriously injured. In today's bronze base, there is no one who can stop them!
At this moment, a wisp of flute sound penetrated into the middle-aged man's ears like wind.
The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then suddenly raised his head.
On the spire of the highest building on the base, a young man in white clothes stands with his eyes lowered while playing the flute. The yellow copper flute is like a ray of light in the night, dazzling.
The sound of the flute is faint and elegant, just like that time.
"Young Master Magic Flute!"
A name came to the middle-aged man's mind, and his face was full of surprise, but soon, he sneered: "A mere soul general wants to block my flow?"
Before he could finish his words, two black shadows suddenly shot up, like arrows from the string, heading towards the magic flute.
One person is shaped like a big bird, which is Lao Wu Zhan Peng; one person is like fog and shadow, which is Lao Si Wu Feng.
Magic Flute suddenly didn't realize it, and his gentle face was lowered with a trace of nostalgia.
"One kills Thousands of Floats, the second kills Ten Thousand Blades, and the third kills the flute sound slowly. Gentlemen, please listen to the fourth kill, Falling Years."
The warm voice fell into everyone's ears, like a spring breeze.
The middle-aged man's face shrank and he blurted out: "Seven kills in one song!"
The magic flute smiled slightly, caressing the copper flute, and a wisp of breath fell from his lips into the flute hole. A little green light floated from nowhere. The green light was like a seed sprouting and growing into a small sapling.
As it grew bigger, it turned out to be a peach tree. In a blink of an eye, the peach tree was covered with pink peach blossoms.
Amidst the beautiful flute music, a wisp of mist floated from nowhere and fell on the red lotus. The mist was also strange and shaped like a graceful woman. The woman twisted her waist, sang and danced, fresh and lively.
Recipe, Shining.
A gust of wind blows, peach blossoms fall from the trees, and fallen flowers are in full bloom.
It wasn't until the pink petals floated towards them that everyone woke up as if from a dream, and they were all shocked and ready to dodge. However, before those peach blossom petals could fly close to them, they disappeared in the air.
And when everyone saw the scenery inside the venue, they couldn't help but be shocked.
The left side of Zhan Peng's body was intact, but the right side of his body was withered and lifeless, and he could see that his breath had died.
Kirifeng's right arm completely disappeared, blood flowed from the horrific wound, and half of his body was soaked in blood. His face was as pale as paper, and he looked at the magic flute with resentment, without saying a word.
Magic Flute was a little surprised, and nodded, full of approval: "The years are fleeting and invisible. Being able to escape from the fourth kill was something I rarely encountered in my time. I admire you!"
He was like a dancer at the end of the curtain, meticulously bowing and saying thanks.
It's a pity that I haven't fully recovered yet, and I only recovered to the fourth kill...
Magic Flute was a little regretful, as all the real power in his body was exhausted. When he raised his head, his face still had a gentle smile like jade: "I have passed this level, please do it."
The whole place was silent, everyone was shocked by the unpredictable magic of the magic flute.
In the night, the young master was spotless and disappeared into the night.
In another corner of Three Soul City, several pairs of eyes were paying attention to this battle.
"I didn't expect to see the grace of Young Master Magic Flute with my own eyes. It was indeed a worthwhile trip." A man in a long robe sighed with emotion: "It is said that seven kills in one song are amazing. If I see it today, I will never be able to do anything like it in my life."
regret!"
"It's okay. When we catch the magic flute, you can slowly learn how to kill seven in one song!" A young man with a cold expression snorted coldly.
If Tang Tian were here, he would definitely recognize that this young man was the rich man he had robbed back then. His expression was not very good, and Liu Feng Tuan, who originally thought he would be a sure success, was hindered at every turn.
He couldn't help but curse: "Liu Feng Tuan is a bunch of trash!"
The man in the robe chuckled lightly: "What? Can't wait any longer? But speaking of it, you had the patience to wait until today to take action, and you also planned such an action, which makes me admire you with admiration."
The rich man was very unhappy with his elder brother's behavior, but after all, he was his own brother. Not only was he stronger than himself, but more importantly, he was more loved by his father than himself.
However, when talking about this plan, he was still a little proud: "Humph, that's fine. The greater the losses suffered by Liufeng Group, the easier it will be for us to succeed. As promised, you can't rob it with me!"
"Haha!" The elder brother laughed: "Don't worry, you finally do something serious, how can I hold you back?"
The younger brother was secretly happy. He was most afraid that his elder brother would know the value of this base, so that fewer people would fall into his hands. Since he was robbed last time, he has been keeping an eye on Three Soul City. And the more he knows, the more he will
I understand the value of this bronze base more and more. If I can control it in my own hands, my strength will expand rapidly.
But his identity makes it difficult for him to act recklessly. Usually, small things like bullying men and dominating women are no big deal, but if a dispute arises, he might be in trouble.
So he thought of a trick to secretly reveal the prosperity of Sanhun City and the mechanism soul armor to the Liufeng Group. He knew that the leader of the Liufeng Group was ambitious and had long coveted the mechanism corps of Yong'an City. However, it was hindered by the Yong'an City Lord.
Even though he is the Black Soul Elder, he still dare not act recklessly.
And he would appear in Sanhun City in the name of chasing the Liufeng Group. Because he was worried that his strength was not enough, he went to ask his brother for help.
When the information about the Three Souls City was sent to the leader of the Liufeng Regiment, he was immediately attracted. He made up his mind to kidnap this machine master who could make machine soul armor.
Little did he know that the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind.
"If my brother can manage this base well, it will be of great benefit to you." The young man in the robe pointed out something.
The rich man glanced at his brother and said in a wary tone: "I will manage it well!"
The young man in the robe was not worried and said with a smile: "I suddenly had a premonition."
"What's the premonition?" the rich man asked.
"I have a premonition that Liufeng Group's operation this time is likely to fail." The young man in the robe said with a smile.
The rich man laughed loudly: "You sometimes make mistakes! Such a broken base, and there are no experts in charge, can resist the wind group, your statement is really ridiculous."
"It's okay, we'll just wait and see what happens." The young man in the robe did not argue and smiled slightly.
Tang Chou stood in the middle of the team. His machine soul armor was very inconspicuous. He looked no different from the others. No one would have thought that such an inconspicuous machine soul armor contained the opponent's general.
The magic flute bought them precious time. Tang Chou knew very well that if his students were attacked, they would collapse quickly. But now he gave them a chance to breathe and gave them time to adapt to this unexpected battle.
The racks of machine soul armors stood neatly.
The light of bronze is like a brave and silent soldier, no sound, but sharp and sharp.
Tang Chou's heart gradually calmed down, but the flame in his heart seemed to sink into the depths of his flesh and blood. His eyes were frighteningly bright.
Although he is a staff general, his desire for this battle is not lost to anyone!
The stage has been set, the dance curtain has been opened, and what is waiting is for the hero to take the stage!
As far as the eye could see, black shadows kept jumping down from the outer wall, rushing toward them like a tide. Their ferocious expressions became increasingly clear.
Tang Chou ordered without hesitation: "Attack!"
The bodies of Mo Ziyu and Mo Wuwei were shaken at the same time, and they roared in unison just like in their usual training.
"Team A is ready!"
"Team B is ready!"
Click, click, click, dense sounds of bronze joints sounded at the same time, gathering into a torrent, but then the torrent suddenly disappeared and silence returned.
Each mechanism soul armor has completed the adjustment of its posture, like a beast ready to go.
