Ah Ming was a boy of only eighteen years old, he was thin and dark, his hands and feet looked very dexterous, and a scar on his cheek made him a little more fierce.

He nodded, did not speak, picked up the bone whistle hanging around his neck, puffed out his cheeks, and blew violently.

A sharp whistle piercing eardrums, invisible sound waves, spread out at a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Bang bang bang!

Many traps triggered, exploding with light that pierced the night.

The Magic Flute raised his head, a little surprised: "Piercing whistle!"

The blind old man's face was solemn, and his whistle was sharp and not musical, but the destructive power was amazing, and he was full of unreasonable ferocity. If it weren't for this time, he studied under the magic flute, and his understanding of music was far better than before, and he was afraid that he would not be able to parry this whistle.

His whole body was full of real strength, and the wheelchair under him snapped into powder, but his body was like steel casting, not moving at all. Hu Gong slowly pulled up the strings, and the hoarse and sad voice flowed down from his erhu like gurgling water.

Two distinct voices clashed in the air.

Ah Ming's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were wide open, he puffed up his whole body's true strength, and the bone whistle in his mouth made three rapid short sounds.

Almost at the same time, the blind string old man's wrist flicked, and a very lingering trill, so low that it was inaudible.

Bang, the bone whistle in Ah Ming's mouth burst instantly, his face was covered with blood, and the whole person fell on his back.

Zheng Zheng Zheng, the blind string old man trembled, the erhu strings in his hand were broken, his face was pale, his body was depressed, and the dumb servant behind him hurriedly supported him.

"Ah Ming!"

The middle-aged man exclaimed, his eyes were about to split, and he threw himself at Ah Ming.

"Ghost whistle! It's ghost whistle! They're windwheals!"

"Wheals!"

Exclamations filled with fear came and went.

The Windswept Troupe, one of the most notorious bandits, is powerful and dominant! In addition to the zodiac signs, they have never touched them, and even the giant snake constellation, one of the ten equatorial halls, has been threatened by them.

They lost their conscience, their methods were extremely cruel, and massacres occurred from time to time. The Windflow has six extremely fierce thieves, and Ghost Whistle is one of them, ranking sixth.

The middle-aged figure flashed, appeared next to Ah Ming and grabbed his body, touched it with his hand, and felt a little at ease in his heart, Ah Ming still breathed.

His face was gloomy, and four words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "Leave no one!"

The blind old man is the most famous martial artist in this base, and he is also the strongest martial artist, Ah Ming was seriously injured, and the erhu sound of the blind old man also disappeared, presumably he was not lightly injured, and now in the bronze base, there is no one who can stop them!

At this moment, a wisp of flute sound, like the wind, drilled into the ears of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man froze and raised his head suddenly.

On the spire of the tallest house on the base, a young man in white clothes stood with his eyes down. The yellow and clear copper flute is dazzling in the night, like a touch of brilliance.

The flute sound is faint, and the elegance is outstanding, just like that back then.

"Childe's Magic Flute!"

A name floated in the middle-aged man's mind, and his face was full of surprise, but soon, he sneered: "Just a soul general, you also want to block my wind?"

Before the words fell, two black shadows burst out, like arrows off the string, straight to the magic flute.

One person is like a big bird, and he is the old five Zhanpeng, and the other is like a fog and shadow, and he is the old four fog winds.

The magic flute was unconscious, and his warm face drooped with a hint of remembrance.

"One kill a thousand floating in the air, two kills ten thousand blades, three kills the flute is slow, gentlemen, please listen to the fourth kill, the end of the year. ”

The warm voice fell into everyone's ears, like a spring breeze.

The middle-aged man's face shrank and his pupils shrank, and he blurted out: "One song and seven kills!"

The Magic Flute smiled slightly, stroked the brass flute, and a wisp of breath fell from his lips into the flute hole. A little green light, floating from nowhere, the green light is like a seed budding and growing, growing into a small sapling, the small sapling grows bigger and bigger, it is a peach tree, in a blink of an eye, the peach tree is full of pink peach blossoms.

In the beautiful flute sound, a wisp of mist floated from nowhere, falling on the red lotus, the mist is also wonderful, the shape is just like a graceful woman, the woman twists her waist, sings and dances, fresh and lively.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

A gust of wind blows, and the peach blossoms fall all over the trees, and the falling flowers are colorful.

When the pink petals floated in, everyone woke up like a dream, and they were all shocked and ready to dodge. However, before those peach blossom petals could fly close to them, they disappeared into the air.

And when everyone saw the scenery in the venue, they couldn't help but be shocked.

Zhan Peng's left body is intact, but his right body is dry and lifeless, and he sees that his breath is dead.

Mistwind's right arm vanished entirely, and blood flowed from the horrific wound, soaking half of his body with blood. His face was as pale as paper, and he looked at the Magic Flute with resentment, not saying a word.

The magic flute was a little surprised, nodded, full of approval: "The years are fleeting, there is no shadow and invisible, and I can break free from the fourth kill, even in my time, I rarely encountered it, admire!"

He is like a dancer at the end of the curtain, meticulously bowing and thanking him.

It's a pity that he hasn't fully recovered yet, and only recovered to the fourth kill......

The magic flute has some regrets, and the true power in his body is exhausted. When he raised his head, he still had a warm smile on his face: "I've passed this level, everyone, please take it." ”

The audience was silent, and everyone was shocked by the unpredictable fall of the magic flute.

In the night, Childe was spotless and disappeared into the night.

In another corner of the Three Souls City, several pairs of eyes were watching the battle.

"I didn't expect to see the demeanor of Childe's Magic Flute with my own eyes, and it was really worth the trip. A man in a robe was full of emotion: "The legend of a song and seven killings, miraculous skills, see it today, no regrets in this life!"

"It's okay, when we catch the magic flute, you can slowly learn what kind of song and seven kills!" a young man with a grim expression snorted.

If Tang Tian was here, he would definitely recognize that this young man was the rich boy he had robbed back then. His face was not very good, and he thought that he could be stable nine times out of ten, but he was blocked everywhere.

He couldn't help but scold: "The wind wheals are a bunch of waste!"

The man in the robe chuckled, "What? can't wait? But speaking of which, you have the patience to wait until today to do it, and you have planned such an action, which makes me look at you with admiration." ”

The rich son is very disliked by his brother, but after all, he is his own brother, not only stronger than himself, but more importantly, more loved by his father than himself.

However, when it came to this plan, he was still a little proud: "Hmph, it's okay, the greater the loss of the wheal, the easier it will be for us to succeed." Okay, you can't rob me!"

"Haha!" the elder brother laughed: "Don't worry, you finally did something serious, how could I pull you back." ”

The younger brother was secretly happy in his heart, he was most afraid that his brother would know the value of this base, so that it would fall into his hands much less. Ever since he was robbed last time, he had been staring at Three Souls City. And the more he learned, the more he understood 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 makes him not easy to mess around, usually such a trivial thing as bullying men and women is not a big deal, but if it causes a dispute, he will be in trouble.

So he thought of a plan to exterminate the corpse, and quietly revealed the prosperity of the Three Soul City and the Soul Armor of the trap. He knew that the leader of the Flowing Wind Regiment was ambitious, and he had long coveted the organ corps in Yong'an City. It's just that because the Yong'an City Lord is the identity of the Black Soul Elder, he still doesn't dare to mess around.

And he will appear in the Three Souls City in the name of chasing the Wind Troupe. Worried that his strength was not enough, he also went out of his way to ask his brother.

When the information about the Three Souls City was sent to the leader of the Flowing Wind Regiment, he was immediately attracted to it, and he made up his mind to take this master of the mechanism who could make the Soul Armor of the Organ away.

How do you know that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind.

"If my brother can run this base well, it will be of great benefit to you. The young man in the robe pointed out.

The rich boy glanced at his brother and said in a wary tone: "I will manage it well!"

The young man in the robe was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "I suddenly have a premonition. ”

"What hunch?" asked the rich boy.

"I have a hunch that the operation of the wind wheal this time is very likely to fail. The robed young man said with a smile.

The rich boy laughed: "You also have a time to wander your eyes! Such a broken base, and there is no master in charge, can resist the flow of wind balls, your statement is really ridiculous." ”

"It's okay, we'll just wait and see. The young man in the robe did not argue and smiled slightly.

Tang Chou stood in the middle of the team, his organ soul armor was very inconspicuous, it seemed that there was no difference between other people, no one would have thought that such an inconspicuous organ soul armor was actually the main general of the other party.

The magic flute bought them precious time, and Tang Chou knew very well that if these students of his own were attacked by surprise, they would inevitably collapse quickly. But now give them a respite, give them time, and adjust to this sudden battle.

One by one, the soul armor stood neatly.

The bronze light, like a brave and silent soldier, has no sound, but has a sharp edge.

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 terrifyingly bright.

Although he is a staff general, he will not lose to anyone in this battle!

The stage has been set up, the dance curtain has been opened, and what is waiting is for the heroes to take the stage!

As far as the eye could see, black shadows kept jumping down from the outer walls, rushing towards them like a tidal wave. Their hideous expressions became more and more visible.

Tang Chou did not hesitate to order: "Attack!"

Moziyu and Mo Wuxing's bodies shook at the same time, and the two roared in unison, just like the training on weekdays.

"Group A prepares!"

"Group B ready!"

Click, the sound of dense bronze joints sounded at the same time, converging into a torrent, but then the torrent suddenly disappeared and returned to silence.

Each Trap Soul Armor completes the adjustment of its posture, like a beast ready to attack.