Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Long streets and deep alleys.

Facing the violent attacks from Fang Chengming and the two men, Scarface's decline was fully visible.

When a shot came, Scar quickly stood up and leaned back to barely avoid it. At the same time, a flash of sword light appeared in front of his eyes.

bass--

The light of the knife passed gently.

In the night sky, a severed arm flew across the sky.

"Ah...ah..."

Scarface flew backwards, covering his shoulders with a ferocious expression, and let out a heart-rending cry.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Fang Chengming's eyes were cold, he raised the Tang Dao high, his whole body's momentum concentrated on the blade, and he shouted loudly and rushed in front of Scar Evil Spirit.

Swish swish swish...

There is nothing that cannot be solved with one sword. If one sword is not enough, then use two swords... three swords... countless swords...

"Ula, uh, uh, uh..." Fang Chengming shouted, but the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment.

At first, the Scar Demon was able to counterattack two blows, but as Fang Chengming's hands moved faster and faster, it soon felt that it was powerless, and a sense of powerlessness flooded into its body.

The waist has been picked, how can it not be empty?

After a while, Fang Chengming put away the long knife. Without him, his arm was almost smoking.

On the other hand, the scarred evil spirit lying on the ground, well, there are scars from the neck down. If you want to compare it, the scar on the face doesn't seem so important.

"Phew~~I'm exhausted."

Fang Chengming lifted up his clothes, wiped the sweat from his face, and then the realm began to sprint in reverse, returning to the original peak of potential.

far away.

Fu Jie is really a fleshy man, with a five-meter-tall body, four and a half meters of which are covered with knife marks. Yet, he is not dead yet, and he can absorb the black energy around him, and he is still alive and kicking.

Feeling that the fighting everywhere had subsided, Hua Mulan no longer hesitated, and transformed her spiritual power into a reorganized blade, more than doubling in size.

On the blade, the pattern became even brighter, and from time to time, it transformed into spiritual threads, wandering in the air.

"Blooming Blade!"

A red lotus blooms in cool autumn.

As a brilliant sword light passed by, Routan Fu Jiezhen rolled his eyes, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

A huge crack appeared on the rising and falling chest, and the exposed heart gradually returned to calm.

"You are still so weak..."

Hua Mulan said calmly, put away the source floating in the air, and slowly walked towards Chu Weiyu's direction.

There seemed to be a long sigh in the void. Was it unwillingness? Is it regret?

No matter what it is, it doesn't matter anymore, no one will remember him, just like a thousand years ago.

At this moment, the wind no longer howled.

The world seems to be really quiet...

Suddenly, an exclamation broke the moment of tranquility.

Fang Chengming and Zhong Fen opened their eyes wide, with burning flames in their eyes, and their faces were filled with shock that was hard to recover from.

I saw that all the houses within a hundred meters on both sides of the street were cut into two sections, as smooth as a mirror.

At the incision, a ball of fireworks adhered.

Dead wood bathing in fire is like setting off firecrackers during the New Year, crackling and exploding.

"Captain, it's so scary," Zhong Fentou couldn't help but swallowed and muttered to himself.

Fang Chengming felt secretly happy in his heart and said with a smile, "Captain's thighs are thick and beautiful. Let's hug him tightly."

On the roof, Chu Weiyu frowned and said impatiently, "What are you two muttering about there? Why don't you follow me quickly and find a place to rest first."

"Hehe, doesn't this mean that Captain, you have thick legs... Bah, bah, bah, you are beautiful and strong."

"The issue of accommodation is on both of us," Fang Chengming said confidently, holding Zhong Fen's shoulders.

…

It's quiet at night.

Each team found a place to rest.

Some people stay in the house, taking turns to keep vigil, which is quite serious. Some people spend the night in a tree as tall as the clouds. Some people simply draw a circle on the ground, using the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed. .

In the base.

Zhao Wenlong didn't even know how many times he stood up and stared at him in just one night. There was nothing he could do, these little geniuses were too perverted.

After yawning and seeing that the little geniuses made no movement, he simply lay down on the sofa and fell asleep directly.

The night is getting dark.

Deep in the Ming Ruins, on a barren land, countless figures exuding black energy were wandering around aimlessly like zombies.

Here, fighting is going on every moment. They are a group of lunatics who have lost their intelligence. Everything they do is based on instinct, and there is no such thing as order. The strong is respected.

The strong is the truth!

Deeper, there is a glorious capital city. In the capital city, houses are scattered one after another. They look no different from cities in the real world.

However, if you pay a little attention, you will find that most of them are evil spirits wearing armor, and all of them look fierce.

Unlike the evil spirits outside, most of them still retain some sense and will not go crazy in the capital.

In the center of the capital city, a magnificent palace stands.

At this moment, in the palace hall, a man was sitting quietly on the dragon chair, breathing steadily and closing his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice some movement. His simple eyes slowly opened, he looked forward, and slowly stood up. As he stood up, clouds of dust scattered and floated in the air.

In this regard, the man seemed not to notice, and said to the void, "How long have I been sleeping..."

When he spoke, his voice was like rolling thunder, wandering around the palace.

After a while, a middle-aged man with triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and a goatee on his chin ran to the main hall.

When he saw the man in the palace, he was overjoyed at first, then immediately knelt down and said with a trembling tone, "Come back, general, you have been sleeping for ten years."

"Ten years..."

The man murmured, his words full of vicissitudes of life, and slowly walked out of the hall.

From the high platform, you can have an unobstructed view of all the buildings in the capital.

The corner of the man's mouth curved, and his body shook violently. The terrifying aura spread around, covering the entire capital in just an instant.

"Congratulations to General for your improved strength," Goatee said excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, wild shouts resounded in the capital city that shook the whole world.

"Congratulations to the general for your improved strength!"

"Congratulations to the general for your improved strength..."

"Congratulations……"

The man raised his palm slightly, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

At this moment, everyone in the capital looked at the man's figure with excitement. In their eyes, that figure was the god who dominated everything.

"Prepare for war. In ten days, we will march out to Jue City..."

After the man left a word, he turned around and returned to the main hall, leaving only many evil spirits cheering in the capital.

In the main hall, Goatee stooped and walked behind the man, asking in a low voice, "General, why..."

The man turned his head with calm eyes and sneered, "He Wannian, are you teaching me how to do things..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his goatee "plopped" and fell to his knees directly. His body trembled violently and he said tremblingly, "I don't dare, I don't dare..."