Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

The outside of the village is desolate and the village is overgrown with weeds.

The grass was colorful and luxuriant. The blind, lame, deaf, and old man with broken arms surrounded a dry well, sitting there quietly with their eyes closed.

The dark well is surrounded by dense iron chains. The iron chains are covered with tadpole-like calligraphy, and moss and green plants cover everything.

Smoke billows from the hut in the distance. The blind girl Loli is cooking in the stove, carrying firewood that is too small for her small body.

The old beggar, with unkempt hair and a broken face, lay on the roof of the thatched house, taking a nap in the sun.

"Om-"

A powerful and domineering spear spirit came from afar.

The old man with a broken arm suddenly opened his eyes, the turbidity disappeared, and two beams of light shot out.

He was in disbelief at first, wondering if his feelings were wrong.

"This……"

"How can there be such a gun spirit in the world?"

Then he stared into the distance, in the direction of the grotto where Luo Fanchen was.

As the aura of gunfire became clearer,

The old man with a broken arm was trembling and stood up suddenly. His mind was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down.

"This!"

"This is impossible!!"

The abnormal reaction of the old man with a broken arm attracted the attention of other disabled old people and they all opened their eyes.

The crippled blind man cursed: "It's so scary. Why are you crying and howling all of a sudden?"

The lame man smacked his lips and shook his head: "You're almost buried and you still haven't stabilized your focus. Learn from me and be more calm."

"You know nothing!!"

The old man with a broken arm cursed loudly, "You can't feel it without the weapon spirit, right?"

"I know all the spear spirit spirits in this world, but the aura of the spear spirit in the distance is superior to all the spears and soldiers. It is of such a high level that I have never heard of it."

The lame man rolled his eyes: "You mean, a supreme martial spirit that is superior to all weapon spirits was suddenly born and awakened?"

"Pull him down, don't brag, are you treating the top ten sects as soft persimmons?"

The old man with a broken arm had no intention of arguing with him. He stared into the distance with extremely fanaticism.

Just like a pilgrim, his beard and hair trembled: "This...whose breath is this!"

"It's amazing!!"

"There seems to be something wrong."

Deliberately calm down your thoughts and feelings,

Dacan and the other old men all looked strangely surprised.

Before he could speak, a harsh buzz sounded.

The chain that wrapped around the dark dry well began to clatter, and all the moss on it was shaken open and turned into powder, and the tadpole script on it shone brightly.

"not good!"

"How could He be alarmed?"

The pupils of the crippled old people suddenly shrunk, and everyone except the lame old man stood up.

"boom!"

Red light rose into the sky from the well, and strange ink-colored juice flowed out.

Abnormal penetration.

The small village under the blue sky and white sun suddenly became dark and shrouded in red light.

The old beggar basking leisurely in the sun opened his eyes in shock, and the blind girl's delicate little face was full of worry.

"upbraid!!"

In the dark hollows of the old blind man's eyes, two special mysterious runes flashed out, and two rays of rainbow light shot out, hitting the shaking chains of Mo Jing.

The deaf old man with both ears, the broken-armed old man with empty arms, and the lame man with empty legs all had special runes manifested, and they all flew out and hit the chains.

Eight rays of rainbow light suppressed all directions.

Dark and evil ink gushes out like a tide, and the blood-red light beam contains terrifying evil energy. The entire ink well shakes violently, as if a peerless evil thing is trying to escape.

The four disabled old men had solemn expressions on their faces, their clothes were wet with sweat, and the pressure was sweeping over them like ocean waves.

When the gunfire disappeared, the restlessness in the well stopped abruptly, all the evil red light and ink retreated like a tide, the darkness dissipated, and the village returned to a bright and clear world, as if nothing had happened.

"We've been living in peace for so many years, how could this happen suddenly!"

The crippled blind man said in surprise: "Is it really caused by the gunfire aura you mentioned?"

The old man with a broken arm was still frightened and cursed: "I told you that the aura of the gunman is very special, but you still don't believe it."

The blind man and other disabled old people were speechless.

How can the martial soul be simple if it can attract his attention? Where did it come from?

The old man with a broken arm had fiery eyes and said with great seriousness: "When this gun spirit is born, how powerful will it be if it inherits my unique skills?"

The lame man attacked and said: "You are thinking shit. If you can emit such a breath, I'm afraid you have already become a successful practitioner."

"Accept apprentices?"

The blind man shook his head in disgust, because he was worried about the other party's attempt to inspire Mo Jing, "Bah! I think this aura is too evil. It might be an evil heretic. It doesn't look like a good bird. We dare to accept it for nothing."

The old man with a broken arm felt itchy and couldn't sit still at all: "No, I must leave the village to find out what's going on. You three can stay here."

The blind man shook his head: "No, the commotion in this well has just ended, and it hasn't stopped yet."

"I can't control that much anymore. I'll go and come back as soon as possible."

The old man with a broken arm could not maintain his usual composure and hurriedly cursed: "If I can't find the source of this gun path's aura, I won't be able to close my eyes until I die."

"You have a descendant, I haven't found him yet!"

After saying that, the old man with a broken arm rose into the sky and left in a hurry.

He left behind a group of old people who were shocked by his anxious appearance.

The old beggar's dim eyes flickered, and he murmured to himself: "Then Luo boy had planned to enter the harem of the Canglong dog thief, so there won't be any accidents."

"My Nine Canglong Styles cannot be lost. Why didn't he ask me? If he asked me, wouldn't we teach him?"

Dacan's ears twitched slightly, he turned his head and cursed: "Shut your crow mouth."

In the grotto in the mountain stream, gravel was everywhere, smoke and dust were swirling, and a large hole was opened above.

The sunlight fell vertically, illuminating the entire grotto.

Luo Fanchen was protected by the black lotus, unscathed, and his eyes were completely attracted by the divine object in front of him.

The nine-inch green lotus rhizome lengthened and transformed in the black light, turning into a dark and cold spear billowing with evil energy.

The gun barrel is completely black, and there are special patterns like black dragons, demon gods, and four ferocious beasts running on it, exuding an overbearing and brutal murderous aura, like an abyss or a prison.

The tip of the gun is perfectly streamlined, showing the ultimate aesthetics of violent weapons. A trace of bright red blood flows from the tip of the gun, which is extremely bright. It is unknown what kind of blood of demons and beasts has been infected, and it will not dissipate for thousands of years.

For those with weak minds, if they gaze at this spear, their souls will feel as if they are being overturned and shattered.

Above the sky, dark clouds gathered and thunder roared, as if a divine punishment was about to come.

"Om!!"

The pitch-black spear vibrated, and the terrifying evil energy restrained itself.

The precious light lingers and the sharp edge is revealed.

An Fen was suspended in front of Luo Fanchen, waiting for his master to take control.

"Good gun!"

"What a killer shot."

Under Luo Fanchen's gaze, he couldn't help but be fascinated;

My mind is excited, my spirit is full of energy, my chest is full of joy.

With the best beast martial spirit in the world, fighting is no doubt violent and enjoyable.

But seeing Jian Jiujue and others wielding their weapons freely, I couldn't help but feel a little envious in my heart.

Now there is no need to envy anyone,

because of him……

That one had the best.

Luo Fanchen stretched out his big hand and held the gun body. In an instant, the spear roared like a black dragon.

The feeling of blood connection is extremely clear.

He doesn't know any secrets of marksmanship, he can only hold a gun with one arm and sweep it diagonally.

"boom!"

A bloody arc of light burst out from the tip of the spear, and in an instant the Shishi Mountain was split into two.

It collapsed sideways and crashed to the ground.

"Fuck?"

Luo Fanchen himself was frightened and panting.

The force of one blow directly drained away his massive limit-breaking soul power reserve that far exceeded the same level.

But the power is equally astonishing. One shot can split a mountain, which is extremely terrifying.

When his soul power was restored, he lowered his head and looked at the extremely cold spear in his hand.

"The fourth form of Qinglian, Jiuxiao——"

"God-killing spear!"

The old man with a broken arm was flying wildly in the air, fearing that he would rush over at one o'clock in the evening...