Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Huaqing Palace, West Pavilion, the stars are dark.

The beautiful shadows under the moon, the caress of a piano, the gentle dance, the sound of music everywhere, the sorrow and longing...

Two shadows of neon clothes, a pipa song, and the eternal regret of separation...

If Cheng Yong were here, he would definitely recognize the one playing the harp. There are hundreds of millions of beautiful women in Chang'an City.

In the darkness around, several figures whispered.

"Brother, look, I didn't lie to you..."

A man with an egg-shaped head said. Next to him were several burly men with golden eyes.

"Haha, he is indeed a brave man," the scar-faced man on the side said excitedly, patting Eggman on the head, "Well done, little Agao..."

Little Agao touched his egg head and winked at the figure beside him proudly.

"Give me some numbness later," Scarface said coldly, then quietly gathered the spiritual power in his body and stared straight at the two beautiful figures.

Just when several people were about to take action, two figures suddenly appeared in the distance, each carrying a broadsword, and rushed towards the pavilion.

"Fuck, someone dares to steal our prey." Scarface cursed and prepared to charge forward.

At this time, the pipa tune intensified, and with a "bang" sound, the figure turned into a ball of blood mist, and the other figure turned directly into aura and dissipated, leaving only a ball of Li Yuan-level origin floating in the air.

"Fuck, wait a minute." Scarface was shocked, and the spiritual power condensed in his body suddenly dissipated.

"Boss, she's only one person. We have so many brothers, why are we afraid of her?" Little Agao quickly suggested that if someone else takes the lead, his own merit will be lost.

Scarface rolled his eyes, he didn't expect it, no, he couldn't let them see it, he slapped little Agao on the head, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Ignoring little Agao's resentful expression, Scarface coughed twice and said, "Everything is ready for me. You will come with me later."

The sound of wind gradually rose, and the spiritual power in the bodies of several people gathered again, waiting for Scarface's order.

Unexpectedly, nearly a dozen more figures came out and rushed towards the pavilion.

"Fuck, how come there are still people in this tmd?" Scarface cursed angrily.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

A series of explosions sounded, blood mist spread all over the sky, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Fuck! Run, run, run..."

Scarface screamed, quickly changed direction, and ran away. This kind of person was simply not something they could deal with.

"Boss, wait..."

Little Agao yelled in panic, but just as he was about to speak, a rapid mysterious sound lingered in his ears, and the spiritual power in his body gathered uncontrollably, turning into a ball of blood mist with a "bang".

The explosion was still ringing, and Scarface, Passerby A, Passerby B, Passerby... all turned into blood mist, leaving behind lumps of origin.

"Oh, ambush from all sides, everyone, no need to hide..."

A gloomy voice sounded, and then, a man wearing a robe and a white fox mask walked out, and then dozens more figures walked out one after another.

"I didn't expect Qingqiu Fox to come here. I'm not here in vain today." As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in black robes with white hair slowly walked out of the darkness.

The white fox man raised his voice and said, "Oh? Witch ghost, I heard that only two of you five ghosts are dead. Aren't you afraid..."

"Take care of yourself first, I've been thinking about you." Wu Gui sneered, then looked greedily at the woman in the pavilion, and licked her purple lips, "Such a pure warrior is rare... …”

Thorny——

The sharp sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and some people with the lowest strength instantly turned into a ball of blood mist.

The witch ghost took a deep breath of the blood that filled the air, and said with an intoxicated expression, "It's delicious, it's so delicious..."

Hearing this, the people around him silently stayed away from the witch ghost. They all just wanted to obtain the origin, but did not want to provoke such a pervert.

Under the pavilion, a woman in neon clothes frowned slightly, her face full of disgust, her spiritual power gathered in her body, and she exuded the realm of the early stage of candlelight.

As soon as his mind moved, a faint halo appeared on the pipa, his fingers flicked, the strings trembled slightly, and the music floated out, forming sword blades in the air, slashing around.

In an instant, several figures spattered bright red blood flowers, violent energy continued to rage in the body, and wailing sounds came one after another.

"Noisy", under the white fox mask, the man frowned slightly, flicked his robe, and countless streams of light emitted, instantly killing several howling people.

The witch ghost condensed a blood sickle, and with one sweep, he cut the figure lying on the ground in half. Then he smiled arrogantly and said, "Others say that I, the witch ghost, is cruel. Today, it seems that I am still far behind."

Seeing this, the figures who fell to the ground endured the severe pain and did not dare to make a sound, for fear that it would be their turn next.

The wind rustled, the leaves rustled, the piano chirped, but there was no sound of crying or howling.

The corners of the masked man's mouth raised slightly, "They are just a bunch of rabble. Their only value is to contribute to their origin, and they have no other use..."

"That's right," the witch ghost gently licked the blood stains on the blade of the blood sickle and said intoxicatedly.

Then, the witch ghost held the blood scythe and pounced on the woman. Under the dim light, his withered face looked particularly terrifying. The blood scythe exuded infinite blood, like a god of death.

The masked man shook his head, and immediately transformed into a purple blade, turned into a stream of light, and quickly followed.

And a group of miscellaneous fish in the back, after looking at each other, also rushed forward, seeking wealth and wealth in danger, giving it a try, and the bicycles turned into motorcycles.

The woman snorted and twirled her fingers quickly. For a moment, the Huaqing Palace was filled with mysterious sounds that contained the power of the Candlelight Realm.

The woman on the side flew over quickly, wearing a colorful feather coat and two pieces of red silk on her sleeves floating in the air, like a fairy.

The woman playing the piano said softly, "Sister Furong, be careful..."

The woman named Furong looked back and smiled. For a moment, she was full of charm, and the wind was gentle because of her.

Then, Hibiscus danced, touching the ground with her jade feet, waving her jade arms lightly, and the red damask flew towards the Qingqiu Fox and the Witch Ghost like a swimming dragon.

Seeing Hong Ling coming, the masked man chuckled and confidently pulled out the purple sword. The sword hit the end of Hong Ling directly. Unexpectedly, the ending did not happen as expected. A huge force came from the sword and knocked him away. A few meters.

"You really are a brat," Wu Gui mocked, then quickly dodged away from the front of Hong Ling, swung his blood sickle and slashed towards the middle.

The blood sickle struck the red silk scarf hard, and a powerful sound erupted. Wu Gui was startled, and he couldn't think too much. The middle end of the red silk suddenly bounced away, hitting Wu Gui's waist hard.

boom--

The witch ghost instantly spat out a mouthful of old blood and was knocked away into the distant bushes.

Afterwards, Hong Ling flew towards the crowd, and no enemy she encountered was a match. Even though the swords and swords were pouring out, they were still unable to cut off Chang Ling at all. Instead, she was blown away dozens of meters...

In the darkness, a red light flashed.

"Jiejiejiejie..."