: Section 390 The Magic Flute 4th Kill

Ah Ming is a teenager who is only 18 years old. He is thin and black, his hands and feet are very dexterous, and a scar on his cheeks makes him a little more suffocating.
He nodded, didn't open his mouth, picked up the bone whistle hanging around his neck, swelled his cheeks and slammed.
A sharp whistle, a piercing eardrum, an invisible sound wave that spreads around at a speed that is difficult for the naked eye to capture.
Hey!
Many organs trigger, the light of the explosion, piercing the night.
The Magic Flute raised his head and was a little surprised: "The bone whistle!"
The old man of the blind string is dignified, and the whistle is not a little bit of music, but the destructive power is amazing, full of unreasonable fierceness. If it wasn't for this time, he learned from the magic flute that his understanding of the temperament was far better than that of the past, and he was afraid that he couldn't stand it.
His body was so powerful that he swayed to the extreme, and the wheelchair under his body became a powder. His body was like steel casting, and his movements did not move. The bow slowly pulls on the strings, and the hoarse and sad voice is like a torrent of water, flowing down from his erhu.
Two very different voices clashed in the air.
Ah Ming's eyes are full of blood, his eyes are round and round, and his body is full of strength. The bone whistle in his mouth gives a short three-tone sound.
Almost at the same time, the old man with a blind string shook his wrist, a very trembling vibrato, low and inaudible.
Hey, Ah Ming’s bone whistle in the mouth bursts instantly, his face is blood, and the whole person falls on his back.
Hey, the blind string old man trembled, the erhu strings in his hand were broken, his face was gray, his body shape, and the dumb servant behind him quickly helped.
"A Ming!"
The middle-aged man screamed and shouted, and his eyes burst into tears.
"Ghost whistle! It’s a ghost whistle! They are a squad!"
"Flower whistles!"
The exclamation of fear is one after another.
Flowing wind group, one of the most notorious squadrons, their strength is tyrannical, vertical and horizontal! In addition to the zodiac, they have not been touched, and even the Serpent, one of the Equator Temples, has been threatened by them.
They are devastated, the means are extremely cruel, and the massacre happens from time to time. Liu Feng has one of the most fierce six thieves. Ghost Whistle is one of them, ranking sixth.
The middle-aged man flashed and appeared in the body next to Ah Ming to catch his body. His hand touched it, and his heart was slightly safe. Ah Ming was still alive.
His face was gloomy and he squeezed four words out of his teeth: "One does not stay!"
The blind string old man is the most famous warrior of this base, and is also the strongest warrior. Ah Ming is seriously injured, and the erhu sound of the blind string old man is also disappearing. It must have been injured, and now the bronze base can no longer stop them!
At this time, a whistle of sound, like the wind, drilled into the ears of middle-aged people.
The middle-aged man was in a stagnation and looked up.
The tallest building on the base of the spire, a white man fluttering, standing on the flute. Huang Chengcheng's copper flute is in the night, like a brilliance, dazzling.
The flute sounds, the wind is brilliant, like that year.
"The son of the magic flute!"
The middle-aged man floated a name in his head, his face was amazed, but soon, he sneered: "A soul in the district, I want to stop me from the wind?"
The voice did not fall, and the two black shadows violently erupted, like the arrow from the string, and flew directly to the magic flute.
One person is like a big bird, it is the old five exhibition Peng; one person is like a fog, it is the old four foggy wind.
The magic flute was unaware of it, and the low-pitched, warm-faced face was with a trace of memory.
"One kills thousands of floating, two kills thousands of blades, three kills the sound of the flute, Zhu Jun, please listen to the fourth kill, the age."
The warm voice falls into the ears of everyone, such as the spring breeze.
The middle-aged man’s face was shrunk and he blurted out:
One song and seven kills!

The magic flute smiled slightly, stroking the copper flute, and a sigh of breath fell from his lips into the flute. A little green light, I do not know where to float, green light is like a seed bud growth, grow 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.
Among the beautiful flutes, a mist disappeared from where it came from, falling on the red lotus, the mist was wonderful, the shape was just like a beautiful woman, the woman twisted the waist, singing and dancing, fresh and lively.
Recipe, Shining.
A gust of wind blew, full of peach blossoms falling, falling in English.
Straight to the pink petals, drifting away, all the talents wake up like a dream, all ready to dodge. However, those peach petals have not yet approached them, they are annihilated in the air.
And when everyone sees the scenery inside, they can't help but be scared.
The left side of Zhanpeng is in good condition, but the right side of the body is dry and there is no semi-separation, and the breath is already visible.
The right arm of the fog wind disappeared completely, and the horrible wounds were and straight, and his half body was soaked with blood. He was pale and like a paper, and looked at the magic flute with grievances.
Something unexpectedly, the magic flute nodded and was full of praise: "The years are easy to die, there is no shadow and invisible, and you can break free from the fourth kill. In my time, I rarely met and admire!"
He is like a dancer who has ended, and he is thankful for his sorrow.
Unfortunately, I have not fully recovered, only recovered to the fourth kill...
The magic flute is somewhat regrettable, and the real power in the body is exhausted. When he looked up, his face was still a smile like a jade: "I have already passed this, everyone please."
The audience was silent, and everyone was shocked by the unpredictable fall of the magic flute.
In the night, the son is not stained, and disappears in the night.
In another corner of the Three Souls City, a few pairs of eyes are watching this battle.
"I didn't expect to see the grace of the son's magic flute, but it was worthwhile." A man in a robe was full of emotions: "The legendary song is seven kills, and it is a skill. Today, I see this life. regret!"
"Nothing, wait for us to catch the magic flute, you can slowly learn what the seven songs are!" A cold-looking young man is cold.
If Tang Tian is here, he will recognize it. This young man is the rich man who he robbed. His face was not so good. He thought that he could get a steady flow of wind, and he was blocked everywhere.
He couldn't help but scream: "The squad is a bunch of waste!"
The robe man chuckled: "How? Can't wait? But speaking, you have the patience to wait until today, and plan such an action, let me look at you."
The rich family is very unhappy with his brother, but after all, it is his own brother, not only stronger than himself, but more important than his own.
But when it comes to this plan, he is still somewhat proud: "Oh, well, the greater the loss of the squad, the easier it is for us to succeed. Say, you can't grab me!"
"Ha ha!" Brother smiled: "Reassure, you are not easy to do something right, I will pull you back."
The younger brother secretly hid, he was most afraid of the brother to know the value of this base, so that it would be much less to fall into his hands. Since the last time he was robbed, he has been staring at the Three Souls. The more he knows, the more he invents the value of this bronze base. If you can master it, your own strength will expand rapidly.
However, his identity has made him not easy to mess up. It is no big deal to bully a man or a woman. But if it causes a dispute, he will not be bothered.
So he thought of a corpse, quietly revealing the prosperity of the Three Souls City and the soul of the institution, revealing the genre. He knew that the head of the Liufeng regiment was ambitious and had long been drooling over the organs of the Yong’an City. It’s just that the owner of Yong’an City is the identity of the Black Soul Elder, and still dare not come.
And he will appear in the Three Souls City in the name of chasing the squad. Because he was worried that his strength was not enough, he also deliberately asked his brother.
When the information about the Three Souls was sent to the head of the Windy Winds, he was immediately attracted. He made up his mind that he must take the master who can make the soul of the institution.
I know how to catch the oriole.
"If the younger brother can manage this base well, it will be of great benefit to you."
Fu Jiagong looked at his elder brother and was full of alert: "I will manage it!"
The robe youth is not annoyed, laughing: "I suddenly have a hunch."
"What kind of hunch?" asked the rich family son.
"Present the flow of the wind group this time, it is very likely to fail ~ EbookFREE.me ~ robes young smiled.
The rich family laughed happily: "You also have time to go!! Such a broken base, there is no master sitting in the town, able to withstand the wind squad, this is really ridiculous."
"Nothing, we wait and see what it is." The robe youth did not argue, and smiled.
Tang ugly in the middle of the team, his body soul is very inconspicuous, it seems that there is no difference between other people, no one would have thought that such a humble organ soul, which turned out to be the other party.
The magic flute won valuable time for them. Tang ugly is very clear. If these students encounter a surprise attack, they will inevitably collapse soon. But now give them a chance to breathe and give them time to adapt to this sudden battle.
A frame of the soul of the body, standing neatly.
The light of bronze, like a brave and silent soldier, has no sound, but has a sharp edge.
Tang ugly's heart gradually calmed down, but the flame in his heart seemed to have fallen into his flesh and blood. His voice is shining brightly.
Although he is a staff-type military commander, but the desire of this war, he does not lose to anyone!
The stage has been set up, the dance screen has been opened, waiting for it, is the hero's stage!
As far as the vision is concerned, the shadows constantly jumped from the outer wall and flooded them like tides. Their embarrassing expressions are more clearly visible.
Tang ugly did not hesitate to order: "attack!"
The Mozi fish and the inkless body were shocked at the same time. The training in the Peace Day was the same, and the two roared in unison.
"Group A is ready!"
"Group B is ready!"
Hey, the dense bronze joints sounded at the same time, and they merged into a torrent, but then the torrent suddenly disappeared and returned to silence.
The adjustment of the posture of each organ is like a beast ready to go.