Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Boom boom boom...

Explosions occurred one after another, and each roar was accompanied by the death of dozens of evil spirits.

Pieces of meat flew everywhere and howls were heard.

Within the magic circle, Lu Shi could feel the surrounding spiritual energy flowing away quickly and regrouping in an instant. Lu Shi's heart could not be described as shocked.

If this kind of artifact can be promoted on a large scale, it will greatly reduce the casualties of the Suppressing Spirit Army.

You know, in the later stages of the battlefield, without absolute force to suppress, spiritual power shortage is a problem that everyone needs to face, and spiritual power completely changes this situation.

She thought like this, but when she saw the boxes of soul origins placed around each spiritual power, she immediately understood why the spiritual power was not perfect.

God knows how much soul energy will be consumed in a war. Not every place has so many resources to consume. If not, it cannot be consumed...

If war is the second most draining thing, then nothing can be ranked first.

The war broke out and hundreds of miles of pagodas were filled with corpses.

The sound of artillery fire roared in the ears, and the deadly rays of light poured out, showing their power on the battlefield, wantonly slaughtering the frightened evil spirits in the field.

In just a few minutes, more than half of the originally endless spiritual tide on the battlefield had fallen, and it was still rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fear spreads in the hearts of every evil spirit in the field. Although they are irrational, they are not simply stupid. This kind of fear coming from the body's instinct makes them tremble in fear, and their eyes when looking at the magic circle become hesitant. He stood up, fearing that he would be the next one shrouded in light.

Such a scene was quickly noticed by some powerful evil spirits behind the spiritual tide.

"General Yang, what should we do?" From behind, an evil spirit in armor couldn't help but ask.

Although these evil spirits are cannon fodder, they still need to play some role. Otherwise, it is no different from meaninglessly dying.

You must know that in previous battles, these evil spirits could not only consume the spiritual power of the Spirit-Suppressing Army, but after they died, they turned into countless black smoke and were devoured by subsequent troops to increase their strength.

But now it seems that it can be said that if you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. It's useless. To be precise, it's really worse than even a fart.

Beside him, a man wearing a general's robe frowned and looked solemnly at the situation ahead.

At this moment, its face was as dark as ink, and no change in expression could be seen. Of course, it could not be ruled out that its face itself was black. This is a story for another day.

Suddenly, a vicious look flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the evil spirit beside him, "Send elite soldiers to sneak into the battlefield in disguise, spread out, and attack from both wings."

After a pause, he sneered, "Remember, don't pretend to be too good..."

The man was stunned for a moment. Seeing the unquestionable look in the man's eyes, he couldn't help but tremble. He immediately made a military salute and said firmly, "I accept your orders!"

He ran towards the rear.

"snort!"

The man snorted coldly, and then walked back step by step with deep eyes.

Cannon fodder?

Then get another batch!

There are many of these things...

…

At the same time, the place of trial.

In the sky, three gorgeous blue streams of light cut through the night sky, like shooting stars, beautiful and gorgeous.

However, when the stream of light draws closer, you will hear a series of crazy screams, thick and thin, and the harsh sound soon attracted countless ghosts to watch.

"Ah-fuck! Fuck!"

"Slow down! Old Qin, I can't stand it anymore..."

The large-scale words spread without concealing the true feelings in them, making people feel ashamed and blushing.

A long sword without an edge flew quickly. It was more like a surfboard than a long sword. It was wide and big. No one would know that it was a sword without telling him.

However, looking down, there will be no surprises. Cheng Yong is seen leaning down and pressing his body tightly against the sword. He does not have the heroic appearance as imagined at all, more like a crawling sword. The maggots are so ridiculous.

On the side, a few meters away, Chen Yi was standing on the flying sword. Although he was also nervous, his face was flushed with excitement. After all, she had only seen flying with a sword in TV dramas. Now it seemed , the experience is not bad.

"Damn it, please speak clearly, don't slander me!" In front of him, another slender flying sword was on the ground. Qin Ye pressed down to condense the sword technique and couldn't help but curse.

With spiritual protection, the strong wind caused by high-speed flight cannot harm them at all, and speaking and transmitting messages is simple and barrier-free communication.

"Ah - ah -"

"I can't stand it anymore..."

Qin Ye's scolding did not interrupt the harsh scream, but became louder and louder. It was very painful, and his expression immediately darkened.

When Qin Ye was upset, suddenly, not far ahead, a wave of spiritual power caught his attention. It seemed familiar but unfamiliar at the same time.

boom!

There was an explosion, and a purple aura suddenly appeared and soared into the sky. However, it only took a moment before it was swallowed up by several more powerful black energy and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew dozens of meters upside down and knocked down several houses before it came to a halt.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, Qin Ye could see the face of the man clearly. He was undoubtedly Wang Feng, the B-king of the same team. However, at this moment, his face no longer had the domineering look of the past. Instead, he looked sullen and embarrassed.

Seeing the situation, Cheng Yong immediately became interested, still remembering how unruly the opponent was at the beginning.

"Hey, hey, isn't this Wang Feng? We haven't seen him for a few days, why are you so angry?" Cheng Yong stood on the spiritual sword with a mocking expression.

Wang Feng turned his head and saw that the people coming were the trio he despised. His heart suddenly sank. He stared at the despicable Cheng Yong in the sky and said coldly, "Get out!"

"Roar!"

Before Cheng Yong could say anything, several roars came from not far away, and then, several evil spirits exuding rich black energy appeared.

"Roar!" The aura enveloped them, and the pressure of mid-candlelight quickly pressed on Qin Ye and the others.

No wind, no waves, nothing to worry about.

However, two violent coughs broke the silence. Looking down, he saw Wang Feng clutching his chest in pain, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Under the overturned nest, there are still no eggs left!

Since the Ming Dynasty happened, the powerful evil spirits in the trial land have also awakened one by one. Candlelight realms are everywhere. The early candlelight realm is no longer enough and has completely become a thing of the past.

"call…"

Wang Feng took a long breath and said coldly to Qin Ye and others without looking back, "You two, hurry up and leave."

"Here, I'm blocking you!"

After saying that, he mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and his aura rose accordingly, planning to fight to the death.

Suddenly, he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He turned his head in surprise and saw Cheng Yong standing behind him at some point.

Cheng Yong smiled and said, "To be honest, you're not a bad person. You only have a few pairs of yoga pants, which are too pretentious."

"Just remember to change it." He patted Wang Feng on the shoulder, then took a step forward, condensed his energy into a Xuanhua ax, and said with a smile, "Ancestor, come to life..."

Before the words fell, another sound came up again.

"Wine will be served..."

"Don't stop drinking!"

Swish swish swish——

Sword light poured out, and afterimages filled the sky. Qin Ye transformed into the god of death in the dark night, silently harvesting lives one by one.

Feng Luo raised his sword and sheathed it. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. A few people didn't even react. Those evil spirits turned into balls of black energy and dissipated with the wind.

"Hey, Lao Qin, what are you doing~"

Cheng Yong, who was the first to react, said resentfully, as soon as he opened his mouth, he sounded like a chicken of two and a half years.

"There is no time..." Qin Ye said calmly, and then walked away.

Hearing this, Cheng Yong didn't know what to say and quickly followed with Chen Yi, leaving only Wang Feng who was messy in the dark night.

East of the river and west of the river, the wind rises and falls.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The shock turned into a self-deprecating smile, maybe I am the clown...