If Guan Feihong is good at swordsmanship and swordsmanship, then Ye Fan may not really have the ability to give advice.

Although Ye Fan also used a sword, he mostly used absolute power to defeat his opponents. His sword moves were not very sophisticated. After all, Mr. Wei had never taught him the corresponding sword moves.

But when it comes to marksmanship, there is probably no other marksmanship in the world that can compare to the Ye family's ancestral Overlord Spear!

On the other hand, since he wanted to give guidance to Guan Feihong, if Ye Fan directly crushed him with force, it would have no effect at all.

Therefore, Ye Fan deliberately suppressed his strength to a level similar to Guan Feihong.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right index finger to point to the gun, and instead of retreating, he advanced and attacked Guan Feihong.

Seeing that he was so confident, Guan Feihong's eyes showed a sullen look, and his inner energy poured into the spear crazily, as if it could pierce through everything.

At this moment, Ye Fan made a mysterious move under his feet and suddenly moved dozens of centimeters to the side, narrowly avoiding the devastating shot.

Then he pointed his sharp finger three inches in front of Hongying's gun.

"Zheng!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The barrel of the gun shook for a while, and Guan Feihong's right hand holding the gun shook violently. He could hardly hold the gun. An incredible look appeared on his face, and he exclaimed:

"No! Impossible! How could you detect the only flaw in this fixed army gun in an instant?!"

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"You dare to lose your focus when you fight with me?!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly, and his right index finger turned into a sharp spear, like a gangrene attached to the bone, and stabbed Guan Feihong in the face.

At the critical moment, Guan Feihong's heart was greatly shaken, and he felt a strong death threat coming. He retreated violently, but in the end he was too late.

"Stab it!"

Ye Fan's fingertips traced along his cheek, grazing a five to six centimeter wound.

Although it was not deep, the bright red blood flowed out gurglingly, dyeing most of his face red, and fell to the ground with a splash, splashing out blood lotus, which was shocking.

After suffering a loss, Guan Feihong no longer dared to be negligent. He concentrated on it without any distractions and put all his energy into this battle.

Although theoretically speaking, Guan Feihong, who was holding a seven-foot spear, had the advantage in weapons, and Ye Fan also deliberately lowered his strength.

But in fact, Ye Fan completely crushed Guan Feihong, and it is no exaggeration to say that he was "beaten".

Guan Feihong's army-defining spear was born out of the battlefield. It has wide-open and wide-open movements and strong and powerful movements. The spear can block, tease, pierce, smash, pick, twist, or sweep.

Each move is powerful and powerful, and has huge lethality. If it is on the battlefield, it is overwhelming and has the power to sweep away thousands of armies. Even hundreds of well-equipped enemies cannot stop it at all.

However, in front of Ye Fan, he had all his abilities, but he couldn't display them at all.

Under this dense screen of guns, Ye Fan was able to move with ease, as if he were strolling in a leisurely garden, even his clothes were not messy.

Ye Fan didn't make many moves, but every move hit the flaw in Guan Feihong's marksmanship, making him uncomfortable.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

A quarter of an hour later, Guan Feihong was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and his clothes were completely soaked, as if he had just been fished out of a hot water pot.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan smiled slightly, his aura changed, his muscles and bones thundered, and he said loudly:
Chapter completed!