Blind Chord Old Man was the most famous martial artist in the base. He was also the strongest martial artist. Ah Ming was heavily injured, and Blind Chord Old Man's erhu music had disappeared. He must have been heavily injured as well. In the current bronze base, there was no one who could stop them!
The warm voice fell into everyone's ears like a spring breeze.
The rich young master laughed out loud: "There are times when you can make a mistake! Such a broken base, and there are no experts guarding it. How can it defend against the Flowing Wind Group? What you said is too laughable. "
A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossoms fell from the tree.
Tang Chou's heart gradually calmed down. However, the flame in his heart, seemed to have sunk deep into his flesh. The light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.
Young Master Magic Flute raised his head, surprised: "Bone Piercing Whistle!"
And he would appear in Three Spirits City in the name of pursuing the Flowing Wind Group. As he was worried that he did not have enough strength, he specially went to beg his brother.
Blind Chord Old Man's face congealed. The whistle was sharp and did not have the slightest sense of music. But its destructive power was astonishing. It was filled with unreasonable ferocity. If not for the fact that he had learned from Magic Flute and had a better understanding of music than before, he would not have been able to defend against the whistle.
The middle aged man cried out in shock. His eyes were about to pop out as he rushed towards Ah Ming.
"Team A, get ready!"
The entire place was silent. Everyone was stunned by Magic Flute's unpredictable Falling Time.
Even though he was an advisor-type general, his thirst for battle was not inferior to anyone else's!
His face darkened. He squeezed out four words from his teeth: "Leave no one alive!"
Magic Flute did not seem to notice. His gentle face was lowered with a tinge of nostalgia.
Amidst the beautiful flute music, a wisp of mist floated out of nowhere and landed on the Red Lotus. The mist was mystical. It had the shape of a graceful lady. The lady twisted her waist, sang and danced. It was refreshing and lively.
Just at this moment, a wisp of flute music, like the wind, drilled into the middle aged man's ears.
If Tang Tian was here, he would definitely recognize that this young man was the rich young master that he had robbed many years ago. His face did not look too good. The Flowing Wind Group that he thought was in the bag was actually obstructed at every turn.
The Flowing Wind Group was one of the most notorious bandit groups. Their strength was tyrannical, and they moved unhindered in Heaven's Road! Other than the 12 Ecliptic Palaces, even Serpens Constellation, one of the 10 Equatorial Palace Halls, was once threatened by them.
However, he was still a little proud of his plan. "Humph, that's good. The more the Flowing Wind Group loses, the easier it will be for us to get what we want. You can't snatch it from me! "
Who knew that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
It was only when the pink petals drifted over that everyone came to their senses and prepared to dodge in shock. However, before those peach blossom petals could reach them, they were annihilated in the air.
Magic Flute had won precious time for them. Tang Chou was very clear that if his students were to be ambushed, they would collapse very quickly. But now, they were given time to catch their breath, to adapt to this sudden battle.
Mo Zi Yu and Mo Wu Wei's body trembled at the same time, and just like usual, they roared in unison.
The long-robed youth wasn't annoyed. He smiled and said, "I suddenly have a premonition."
In the night, the young master was not tainted by a speck of dust, and floated away into the night sky.
Ah Ming's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes wide open. He gathered all the True Power in his body, and the bone whistle in his mouth emitted three short notes.
"Don't worry. Wait till we catch Magic Flute. You can slowly experience the One Tune Seven Deaths!" A gloomy young man snorted.
When the information regarding Three Spirits City reached the leader of the Flowing Wind Group, he was immediately attracted. He was determined to capture this mechanical grandmaster who could create mechanical spirit weapons.
The middle aged man's body turned sluggish, and he suddenly raised his head.
Bang bang bang!
Magic Flute was a little regretful. The True Power in his body was almost depleted. When he raised his head, he still had a warm smile on his face. "I've passed this stage. Everyone, please go ahead."
When everyone saw the scene, they couldn't help but jump in fright.
The younger brother was secretly happy. He was most afraid that his brother would know the value of this base. If that was the case, he would not be able to get his hands on it. Ever since he was robbed, he had been staring at Three Spirits City. And the more he understood, the more he understood the value of this bronze base. If he could grasp it in his hands, his strength would rapidly expand.
"I have a premonition that this operation of the Flowing Wind Group will most likely fail." The long robed young man laughed.
He could not help but scold. "The Flowing Wind Group is a bunch of trash!"
The peach blossom was dazzling.
"Don't worry. Let's just wait and see." The long robed young man did not argue and smiled.
The rich young master did not like his elder brother's actions. But he was still his biological elder brother. Not only was he stronger than him, he was also more loved by his father.
The stage was set and the curtains were drawn. What was waiting for was the hero's appearance!
"If younger brother can manage this base well, it will be very beneficial for you." The long robed young man said.
On the tallest building in the base, a young master in a white robe stood with his flute in his hands. The glistening yellow flute was like a ray of light in the night sky, dazzling and eye-catching.
"Team B, get ready!"
His entire body's True Power surged to the extreme. The wheelchair beneath him turned into dust. But his body was like a cast of steel, not moving an inch. Hu Gong slowly plucked the strings of the Erhu. A hoarse and sorrowful sound flowed out from his Erhu like flowing water.
The sound of the flute was indistinct and magnificent, just like in the past.
Zheng zheng zheng, Blind Chord Old Man's body trembled. The Erhu in his hands broke. His face was ashen and his body slumped. The mute servant behind him quickly supported him.
The left side of Zhan Peng's body was intact, but the right side of his body was withered and lifeless.
The long robed man chuckled. "Why? Can't wait any longer? But speaking of which, you had the patience to wait until today to make your move. You even planned such an operation. I have a whole new level of respect for you. "
"Ghost Whistle! It's Ghost Whistle! They are the Flowing Wind Group! "
Tang Chou stood in the middle of the group. His mechanical spirit weapon was very inconspicuous. It looked no different from the others. No one would have thought that such an inconspicuous mechanical spirit weapon would actually be the enemy's general.
"Flowing Wind Group!"
The middle aged man's mind floated a name. His face was full of surprise. But very quickly, he sneered. "A mere spirit general wants to block my Flowing Wind Group?"
He was like a dancer at the end of the curtain. He bowed and thanked Tang Chou.
Wu Feng's right arm had completely disappeared. The terrifying wound was bleeding profusely. Half of his body was soaked in blood. His face was as white as paper. He looked at Magic Flute with hatred. He did not say a word.
Almost at the same time, Blind Chord Old Man's wrist shook. A lingering trill was so low that it was almost inaudible.
In another corner of Three Spirits City, a few pairs of eyes were watching the battle.
Many of the mechanisms were triggered. The light from the explosion pierced through the night.
Before he finished his sentence, two black shadows burst out. Like arrows leaving the bow, they pounced towards Magic Flute.
The bronze aura was like a brave and silent soldier. There was no sound, but there was a biting cold edge to it.
"Young Master Magic Flute!"
The sharp whistle pierced everyone's eardrums. The invisible sound wave spread out at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye.
Screams filled with fear came one after another.
Tang Chou ordered without hesitation. "Attack!"
"First Kill, Thousand Floating Skies. Second Kill, Ten Thousand Blades. Third Kill, Slow Flute Sound. Everyone, please listen to the fourth kill, Falling Time."
But it was a pity that he had not fully recovered. He had only recovered to the fourth kill …
Magic Flute smiled. He caressed the bronze flute. A strand of Qi entered the flute hole from his lips. A green light floated out of nowhere. The green light was like a seed that sprouted and grew into a small sapling. The sapling grew bigger and bigger. It was a peach tree. In the blink of an eye, the peach tree was filled with pink peach blossoms.
Bang. The bone whistle in Ah Ming's mouth exploded. His face was covered in blood. He fell to the ground.
Two completely different voices clashed in the air.
So he thought of a plan. He secretly revealed the prosperity of Three Spirits City and the mechanical spirit weapons to the Flowing Wind Group. He knew that the leader of the Flowing Wind Group was ambitious. He had long been drooling over the mechanical army in Yong An City. But because of Yong An City Master's status as an Onyx Soul Elder, he did not dare to act recklessly.
The middle aged man's pupils constricted. He blurted out: "One Tune Seven Deaths!"
The rich young master looked at his elder brother. He said in a cautious tone: "I will manage it well!"
"I never thought that I would be able to witness Young Master Magic Flute's skills. It was a worthwhile trip." A man dressed in a long robe said: "The legendary One Tune Seven Deaths is a godly skill. Now that I have seen it, I have no more regrets!"
He nodded his head. He did not speak. He picked up the bone whistle on his neck. He puffed up his cheeks and blew.
Every mechanical spirit weapon adjusted their posture. They were like wild beasts waiting to pounce.
The middle aged man flashed. He appeared beside Ah Ming. He touched his body. He felt at ease. Ah Ming was still alive.
They were heartless. Their methods were cruel. Massacres were a common occurrence. The Flowing Wind Group had six ferocious bandits. Ghost Whistle was one of them. He was ranked number six.
Every mechanical spirit weapon stood in an orderly manner.
"What premonition?" The rich young master asked.
Ah Ming was only 18 years old. He was skinny and tanned. His hands and feet were nimble. There was a scar on his face. It made him look more ferocious.
Ka ka ka. The sounds of the bronze joints rang out. They formed a strong current. But the current suddenly disappeared. Silence returned.
"Ah Ming!"
Magic Flute was surprised. He nodded his head. He was full of praise: "Time passes quickly. It is formless. To be able to break free from the Fourth Death. Even when I was young, it was rare. I am impressed!"
One was like a big bird. It was the fifth brother Zhan Peng. The other was like a fog. It was the fourth brother Wu Feng.
In their field of vision, black figures were jumping down from the wall. They were rushing towards them like a tide. Their ferocious expressions could be seen clearly.
But his identity made it difficult for him to act recklessly. It was not a big deal for him to bully others. But if it caused a fight, he would be in trouble.
"Haha!" His elder brother laughed: "Don't worry. It is not easy for you to do something serious. I will not drag you down."
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