Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

"What a Japanese dog, you guys are so cruel!"

Zhao Feifan was cursing while running, spitting sweet fragrance, and the sound of people walking was still there. For a moment, the street was full of his yelling and cursing voice.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows from the front, and countless paper money gathers to form a white tornado.

Zhao Feifan was startled and quickly mobilized his spiritual power. His blood boiled all over his body and a ball of blazing fire appeared in his hand.

boom!

Flames spurted out and rushed towards the tornado.

In an instant, the tornado was immersed in fire, and layers of heat waves spread around. Inside the tornado, countless paper money burst into flames, spreading and turning into ashes.

As the flames burned, two more white shadows came from behind Zhao Feifan. Zhao Feifan cursed secretly and quickly dodged to one side.

Swish!

Two pieces of red paper money fluttered in the wind, looking just like ordinary paper.

The air seemed to be quiet for a moment, and only a few "ticks" and the sound of dripping water could be heard.

A few drops of bright red blood fell on the roof. Zhao Feifan lowered his head and looked at the wounds on his arms that were bleeding continuously, but his frown was relieved.

There is no black energy, no spiritual power, just a simple wound. Although it hurts a little, compared with the above two, it is no different than scratching an itch.

But if there are too many ants, they can kill an elephant, not to mention that he is not an elephant, and those paper figures are not ants.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feifan took a deep breath and ran another hundred meters without losing breath.

And in just a short while, several paper figures have already broken through to the middle of the candlelight, and there are faint signs of breaking through again.

But what is gratifying is that the speed of their improvement is also much slower.

"Their strength seems to be related to the black energy. The thicker the black energy, the faster they improve." At this time, Li Guang looked at the somewhat illusory black energy around him and said through his voice.

"Well, I also discovered it. I guess...this is also the reason why there are no evil spirits in this city."

Li Guang said again, "Moreover, they should have souls. In fact, they are not much different from evil spirits. They are just different in body..."

Just then, a roar interrupted the two of them.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Zhao Feifan suddenly froze, and he was stunned on the spot, his body was shaking violently uncontrollably, and a sense of death crisis surged into his heart.

Feeling a chill on his back, Zhao Feifan subconsciously took out his pear blossom gun and swung it back hard.

boom!

A huge force came, and Zhao Feifan felt as if he had been hit by a truck. His body instantly flew back more than ten meters and hit the street heavily.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a battle robe, with thick eyebrows and a red face, and a long black beard appeared on the roof.

I saw him with four flags on his back, his left hand tightly holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, his right hand gently stroking his long beard, his head proud and focused.

His figure was tall and straight, and a majestic aura centered on him and quickly spread to the surroundings.

"Ahem...brave level...candlelight peak..."

Zhao Feifan coughed up a mouthful of blood, supported his body with a long spear, struggled to stand up, and looked at the figure on the roof with a gloomy look.

"Boy Zhao, are you okay?"

Li Guang asked worriedly.

"It's not gone." Zhao Feifan coughed twice and said with a pale face, "But it's about to pass away..."

It's three realms short. If he hadn't blocked it in advance, I'm afraid the whole village would have already eaten.

Zhao Feifan said weakly, big beads of sweat sliding down his face, "Uncle Li, come on..."

At this moment, the spiritual power in his body was in chaos, and it was basically impossible to mobilize it quickly. It was probably difficult to make an ordinary candlelight in the early stage.

"good."

Li Guang said in a deep voice, this is the only thing that can be done now.

As a burst of spiritual light emerged, Zhao Feifan's level also climbed rapidly, until he reached the middle stage of Candlelight. Although he still couldn't beat him, he should be able to struggle a few times.

Suddenly, a clown wearing a little black hat and white makeup on his face appeared. He took out a long black stick and slashed towards Zhao Feifan.

The strong wind swept across.

Zhao Feifan (Li Guang)'s expression changed drastically. Before he had time to think about it, he exerted force with both hands and swung out his spear.

boom!

There was a huge impact, and Zhao Feifan felt his arms go numb, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The clown just jumped back and tapped his feet lightly on the ground without any injuries.

Then, he covered his face and said with a fake smile, "The more I think about it, the angrier I get. How can he deal with me..."

Li Guang wiped the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth and said with a solemn expression, "Boy Zhao, I'm afraid we have to confess here..."

Look at the five figures appearing in front of you.

Shengdan is clean but ugly, no one is bad, they are all brave level, the peak of candlelight!

A sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

Zhao Feifan's eyes suddenly lost their luster and he smiled bitterly, "Oh, I haven't experienced the happiness of rich people yet..."

"Having money is not as happy as you think." Li Guang laughed, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.

“But, without money, it’s really hard to be happy.”

"Haha, it seems so," Li Guang said with a smile.

For more than half a year, I have watched this little guy continue to practice, then set up a stall, keep doing tasks, then set up a stall, keep sleeping, and still set up a stall...

It’s really hard to be happy when you’re as tired as a dog.

Past events, like green smoke, go around and around, constantly appearing in front of our eyes, and then dissipating, and various emotions flood into our hearts.

I still remember waking up half a year ago. I thought I could make up for the regret of not being able to become a marquis in my previous life, but I didn’t expect...

"Harmful……"

Li Guang sighed helplessly, put the pear flower gun at his side, got into a fighting stance, looked determined, and shouted loudly:

"I am the flying general of the Han Dynasty, and Li Guang is also!"

"Today, I will kill one of you. Don't insult my name as a flying general, and don't insult my name as a great man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Guang (Zhao Feifan) appeared on the side of an old man with a white beard and a cane, also known as Lao Sheng.

With his ten fingers clenched, streams of pure spiritual power surged out and plunged into the gun body crazily. In just a moment, the pear flower gun ignited with blazing flames.

Raising the gun and concentrating on the full moon, fire burned the sky, heat waves swept across, and the void seemed to become distorted and unstable.

Li Guangda shouted, and the spear suddenly struck down, making a muffled thunder explosion, which seemed to have the power to split the sky and split the earth.

boom!

A violent explosion sounded, and air waves spread out.

In an instant, a ball of brilliant sparks suddenly bloomed, tightly wrapping the two of them.

…

At the same time, inside the base.

Zhao Wenlong looked at it and said, "Hey!" The pitch-black screen was so anxious that he could neither stand nor sit. It was a torment.

"Xiao Wang! The signal hasn't been connected yet!" Zhao Wenlong shouted loudly.

after awhile.

Xiao Wangcai ran in sweating profusely, holding the same "呲LA" badge in his hand, "No, not only the surveillance, but even the sound transmission signal is gone."

Zhao Wenlong's face darkened and he said, "Notify the Spirit-Suppressing Army nearest to them to send troops into the city..."

Xiao Wang subconsciously said, "Isn't there still Instructor Bai? Instructor Bai should be able to bring him back."

The air froze for a moment.

As soon as Xiao Wang raised his head, he saw Zhao Wenlong's angry eyes.

"I said, go to the city..."