Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

Under the blood-red moonlight, everyone stood at a distance and did not move rashly. However, their eyes invariably stopped on the burly man.

The person in charge of the Tianxing Project, the general of the Zhenling Army guarding a medium-sized underworld ruins, Zhao Wenlong...

Aware of everyone's gaze, Zhao Wenlong didn't care at all, with a faint smile on his lips, his hands clasped in fists, standing proudly in the void, revealing his unparalleled confidence.

On the side, Yang Shihou narrowed his eyes slightly, and the power in his body quietly gathered. Although Zhao Wenlong did not show any strength, the powerful aura could not be hidden.

Heaven has its power, and humans also have their power.

As if feeling something, the fighting on the battlefield below also stopped, and they all looked at the figures in the sky. After all, what really determines the outcome of this war depends on those few people...

The cold wind blew through the battlefield wantonly, and the howling echoed throughout the battlefield. The silence was even more eerie.

"Haha, it seems that I am quite popular." Zhao Wenlong's rough voice broke the calm.

No one responded. Immediately, he focused his attention on the man with the centipede scar on his face, and said mockingly, "You think so, don't you?"

"you wanna die!"

He was already very angry towards Zhao Wenlong, but after such a provocation, the man couldn't bear it anymore. Veins popped up on his forehead, and under the surge of black energy all over his body, the early stage of Saint Star was fully revealed.

After falling, a black long sword condensed in his hand, and he was about to kill Zhao Wenlong.

However, he saw Zhao Wenlong's mouth crooked, chuckled, and without leaving his voice, his body burst out suddenly, flashing in front of the man like a meteor, his fist bigger than a sandbag raised, and the stream of light billowed.

"Boy, you are very brave..."

Zhao Wenlong laughed and then punched out.

Only a loud "boom" was heard. In the shocked eyes of everyone, the man's body exploded directly. The black blood mist spread across the sky, turning into little black smoke and dissipating with the remaining power waves, leaving no trace behind. left behind.

The sound echoed in the void, and together with the huge waves in everyone's hearts, it lasted for a long time.

Yang Shihou's pupils shrank suddenly, looking like pinholes, and a strong fear arose in his heart. He suddenly turned into a black stream of light and fled away into the distance at high speed.

The expression of the man opposite Lu Shi also changed drastically. Facing Zhao Wenlong, he could not even resist at all. He immediately mobilized all his strength and wanted to escape with Yang Shihou. However, Zhao Wenlong's death-like whisper failed. It came first.

"Where do you want to run..."

Turning around, he saw Zhao Wenlong looking at him with a smile. He swore that he had never seen such a terrifying smile in his life. Before he could react, the fist bigger than a sandbag had already attacked.

"No!"

His voice trembled, and he yelled in despair, but the speed of the fist did not slow down at all. In just a moment, it was in front of him, and with a "bang", the punch was as powerful as thunder, and it easily penetrated his body.

The back force came, and the violent power surged into the chest like an overwhelming sea, spreading to every corner of the body, going straight into the soul, tearing everything apart, another black blood mist erupted, and then, there was nothing more...

"Holy shit, is that you? Saitama-sensei?"

Cheng Yong couldn't help but say "f*ck". His face was not very exciting. Even Qin Ye, who was pale at the side, widened his eyes and shouted "f*ck" in his heart.

In just an instant, the two evil spirits in the Holy Star Realm turned into black smoke and dispersed, leaving only two dark souls exuding the most sinister and evil to prove their existence.

Zhao Wenlong's figure appeared, put away his source, looked at Yang Shihou who shrank into a black dot in the distance, frowned slightly, but did not react much, it was just an ant, it was just a punch.

He closed his fist and curled his lips, still feeling unsatisfied, "No one can hit anyone."

The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears. They were stunned for a moment, and the next second, overwhelming shouts rang out, filling every corner of the battlefield, and the faces of every Suppressing Spirit Army were filled with cheers.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how crazy..."

Cheng Yong said with a smile.

"Haha, if you had that kind of strength, you would be crazier than him," Qin Ye said with a bright light in his eyes.

"Hehe, that's right..." Cheng Yong agreed, if you have strength, it's just for pretending to be 13. If you don't pretend, then what's the point of having strength.

The so-called defeat was like a mountain, and the army was defeated. Under the leadership of Zhao Wenlong, the evil spirit army was slaughtered by the Zhenling Army in a short time, turning into black smoke wandering in the air.

After settling everything, the Zhenling Army looked at Zhao Wenlong, waiting for the next order.

In the void, looking at the more than a hundred figures exuding ancient aura below, Zhao Wenlong had a complicated expression. They were all ancestors from a hundred or a thousand years ago, either princes, nobles, or common people. However, at this moment, they But they have a unified identity, the Zhenling Army.

Even though the years have passed and the body has turned into a cup of loess, the soul is eternal, turning into a heroic soul to guard the descendants who have been passed down for hundreds of generations, guarding the land where they have lived for generations...

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wenlong bowed deeply with a respectful look on his face, "Zhao Wenlong in future generations represents the millions of people in China. I would like to thank all of you seniors..."

The sound resounded in all directions and lasted for a long time, echoing in everyone's mind and imprinted in the depths of the soul.

"Hahaha, oops~ General Zhao, look at what you are doing," a man with a handsome face but a particularly muddy voice laughed.

As he spoke, he patted his chest hard, "As long as I, Old Wang, am still here, I will never let these evil spirits leave the Mingxu."

"Yes, General Zhao, you're welcome. In the final analysis, we are only protecting our descendants and our home," said a burly man with a very elegant temperament.

"Yeah yeah……"

People around him kept echoing, and for a moment, the heavy and oppressive atmosphere became relieved.

Looking at a group of people with faces in their 20s and 30s, talking about people in their 70s and 80s, I don’t know why, but it’s not too inconsistent, and it seems warm.

A warm current came slowly, and the corners of Zhao Wenlong's eyes suddenly felt moist. His grandma's eyes were so old, why were they still running into the bricks...

At this time, a two-meter-tall strong man laughed twice, cupped his hands and said, "General Zhao, my boy's kidneys are weak after an injury. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it if I stay here, so I'll leave first."

"Hahaha, you must be weak, right?"

Next to him, a man joked. As soon as he said this, everyone burst into laughter and glanced at the two-meter-plus strong man. He is strong on the outside but strong on the inside...

"Okay, General Zhao, the matter is almost over. It's time for us old guys to leave," someone else said with cupped hands. After all, the longer the possession lasts, the more backlash those Zhenling Army will bear. This is natural. This was something they didn't want to see, and then everyone left one after another. The new era will eventually be the era of young people, and they are willing to serve as the final trump card and shoulder the responsibility of young people moving forward.

Zhao Wenlong bowed his hands and said respectfully.

"Send it off, seniors..."