Ah Ming is a boy who is only eighteen years old. He is thin and dark, with dexterous hands and feet. A scar on his cheek makes him a bit more aggressive.
He nodded, without opening a mouth, picked up the bone whistle hanging around his neck, puffed up his cheeks, and blew violently.
The sharp whistle pierced the eardrums, and the invisible sound waves spread to the surroundings at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.
bang bang bang!
Many organs were triggered, and the bright light of the explosion pierced the night.
Master Magic Flute raised his head, a little surprised: "Bone-piercing whistle!"
The old man with blind strings had a serious expression on his face, and his whistle was sharp and without any sense of music, but his destructive power was astonishing, full of unreasonable ferocity. If it wasn't for this period of time, he learned from the magic flute, and his understanding of the rhythm is far better than before, and he might not be able to resist the whistle.
The strength of his whole body swelled to the extreme, and the wheelchair under him turned into powder, but his body was like cast steel, motionless. Hu Gong slowly pulled on the strings of the erhu, and the hoarse and sad voice flowed down from his erhu like gurgling water.
Two completely different voices clashed in the air.
Ah Ming's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were wide open, and he mustered all his strength, and the bone whistle in his mouth made three short short beeps.
Almost at the same time, the old man with blind strings flicked his wrist, and made an extremely lingering trill, which was so low that it was inaudible.
Bang, the bone whistle in Ah Ming's mouth burst instantly, his face was covered with blood, and he fell on his back.
Clank and clank, the old man blind string trembled all over, the erhu strings in his hand broke, his face was pale, his figure collapsed, and the dumb servant behind him hurriedly supported him.
"A Ming!"
The middle-aged man cried out in surprise, his eyes were about to burst, and he rushed towards Ah Ming.
"Ghost Whistle! It's Ghost Whistle! They're the Wheezes!"
"The wind group!"
There were exclamations full of fear one after another.
Liu Fengtuan, one of the most notorious gangsters, their strength is tyrannical, and they are tyrannical! In addition to the twelve palaces of the zodiac that they have never touched, even the Serpent, one of the ten palaces of the equator, has been threatened by them.
They are devoid of conscience, their methods are extremely cruel, and massacres happen from time to time. The Liufeng Group has six extremely powerful thieves, and Ghost Whistle is one of them, ranking sixth.
In a flash, the middle-aged man appeared next to Ah Ming to catch his body, touched his body with his hands, and felt a little relieved, Ah Ming was still alive.
His face darkened, and he squeezed out four words between his teeth: "Not one left!"
Old Man Blind String is the most famous fighter in this base, and also the strongest fighter. Ah Ming was seriously injured, and Old Man Blind String's erhu sound also disappeared, so he must have been seriously injured. In today's Bronze Base, there is no one who can stop them!
At this moment, a flute sound, like the wind, pierced into the ears of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man froze and raised his head suddenly.
On the spire of the tallest building in the base, a young man in fluttering white clothes stood with his eyes downcast and flute. The yellow copper flute is dazzling in the night like a gleam of brilliance.
The sound of the flute is faint and elegant, just like back then.
"Young master's magic flute!"
A name appeared in 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 way?"
Before the words were finished, two black shadows shot up, like arrows flying from the string, heading straight for the magic flute.
One person is shaped like a big bird, which is the fifth brother Zhanpeng;
The magic flute didn't realize it suddenly, with a downcast warm face, with a trace of nostalgia.
"One kill, thousands of floats, two kills, ten thousand blades, three kills, the sound of the flute is slow, 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 shrank his pupils and blurted out: "Seven kills in one song!"
The magic flute smiled slightly, stroked the copper flute lightly, and a ray of breath fell from his lips into the flute hole. A little green light came from nowhere. The green light sprouted like a seed and grew into a sapling. The sapling grew bigger and bigger. It turned out to be a peach tree. In a blink of an eye, the peach tree was full of pink peach blossoms.
Amidst the beautiful flute sound, a ray of mist floated from nowhere and fell on the red lotus. The mist was also wonderful, and its shape was just like a graceful woman. The woman twisted her waist, singing and dancing, fresh and lively.
Recipe, Shining.
A gust of wind blows, and the peach blossoms are falling all over the tree, and the fallen petals are colorful.
When the pink petals drifted towards them, everyone was as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they were all ready to dodge in horror. However, before those peach blossom petals flew close to them, they were annihilated in the air.
And when everyone saw the scene clearly, they couldn't help being shocked.
Zhan Peng's body on the left side was intact, but his body on the right side was withered and lifeless, and his breath was gone.
Kirikaze's right arm completely disappeared, and blood flowed from the terrible wound, and half of his body was soaked in blood. His face was as pale as paper, and he looked at the magic flute resentfully, without saying a word.
The magic flute was a little surprised, nodded, and was full of praise: "Years are fleeting, invisible, and I can break free from the fourth kill. Even in my time, I rarely encountered it. I admire it!"
He is like a dancer at the end of the curtain, bowing meticulously to give thanks.
It's a pity that I haven't fully recovered, only recovered to the fourth kill...
The magic flute was a little regretful, the true power in his body was exhausted. When he raised his head, there was still a gentle and jade-like smile on his face: "I have passed this test, please go ahead."
The audience was silent, and everyone was shocked by the unpredictable Luo Nianhua of the magic flute.
In the night, the son was spotless and disappeared into the night.
In another corner of Three Souls City, several pairs of eyes were watching the battle.
"I didn't expect to see the demeanor of the young master's magic flute with my own eyes. It really was a worthwhile trip." A man in a robe was full of emotion: "It is said that there is a song of seven kills. regret!"
"It's okay, when we catch the magic flute, you can slowly learn about the seven kills!" A young man with a gloomy expression snorted coldly.
If Tang Tian was here, he would definitely recognize that this young man was the son of a rich family who he robbed back then. His complexion was not very good, and the romantic group who thought he could be sure was blocked everywhere.
He couldn't help cursing: "Liufengtuan is a bunch of trash!"
The man in the robe chuckled: "What? Can't wait? But speaking of it, you have the patience to wait until today to do it, and you have planned such an action, which makes me admire you."
The rich son is very displeased with his elder brother's behavior, but after all, he is his own elder brother, not only stronger than himself, but more importantly, he is more loved by his father than himself.
But when it comes to this plan, he is still a little proud: "Hmph, it's okay, the greater the loss of the lecherous group, the easier it will be for us to succeed. It's agreed, you can't fight with me!"
"Haha!" The elder brother laughed: "Don't worry, you have managed to do something serious, I won't 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 there would be far fewer that could fall into his hands. Since he was robbed last time, he has been staring at Three Soul City. And the more he learned, the more he realized the value of this bronze base. If you can control it in your own hands, then your own strength will expand rapidly.
But his identity made it hard for him to mess around. It's not a big deal to bully men and women, but if it causes disputes, he might be in trouble.
So he thought of a plan to kill the dead, and quietly revealed the prosperity of the Three Souls City and the soul armor of the mechanism to reveal the rumors. He knew that the head of the Liufeng regiment was ambitious, and he had long coveted the mechanism corps in Yong'an City. It's just that due to the fact that the city lord of Yong'an is the elder of the black soul, he still doesn't dare to mess around.
And he will appear in Three Souls City in the name of chasing Liu Feng Tuan. Because he was worried that his strength was not enough, he went to ask his elder brother specifically.
When the information about the City of Three Souls was sent to the leader of the Liufeng Group, he was immediately attracted, and he made up his mind to take this mechanism master who can make mechanism soul armor away.
I don't know that the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind.
"If my brother can manage this base well, it will be of great benefit to you." The young man in robe pointed out something.
The rich young man glanced at his elder brother, and said in a defensive tone, "I will manage it well!"
The young man in robes didn't feel annoyed, and said with a smile, "I suddenly had a premonition."
"What hunch?" The rich man asked.
"I have a hunch that this operation of the Liu Feng Group is likely to fail." The robed youth said with a smile.
The rich man laughed loudly: "You sometimes go astray! Such a broken base, and there are no masters in charge, who can resist the wind group, your statement is really ridiculous."
"It's okay, we'll just wait and see what happens." The robed youth didn't argue, and smiled.
Tang Chou stood in the middle of the team. His organ soul armor was very inconspicuous. It looked no different from the others. No one would have thought that such an inconspicuous organ soul armor was actually the opponent's main general.
The magic flute bought them precious time, and Tang Chou knew very well that if his students encountered a surprise attack, they would surely collapse soon. But now give them a break, let them have time to adapt to this sudden battle.
A frame of organ soul armors stood neatly.
The light of bronze is like a brave and silent soldier, without a 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 military general of the staff type, but 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 the hero's appearance on the stage!
As far as the field of vision was concerned, black shadows kept jumping down from the outer wall, rushing toward them like a tide. Their ferocious expressions became more and more clearly visible.
Tang Chou ordered without hesitation: "Attack!"
Moziyu and Mo Wuwei's bodies shook at the same time, and they roared in unison, just like the usual training.
"Team A is ready!"
"Group B is ready!"
Kakaka, dense bronze joint sounds sounded at the same time, converging into a torrent, but then the torrent suddenly disappeared and returned to silence.
Each mechanism soul armor completed the adjustment of posture, like a wild beast ready to go.