At the top of the main hall, Cheng Chuan sat calmly and looked at Xu Chuan expressionlessly, with an indifferent look on his face.

The two looked at each other.

Cheng Chuan was surprised at the young man who came, but he still had some doubts in his heart.

He asked softly: "Are you the one behind Northern Qi's destruction of the city?"

Xu Chuan turned his eyes and knew what the other party meant.

It seems that Zhan Yingying has arrived.

He chuckled and said, "Do you think I can't kill you?"

Cheng Chuan stood up, sighed, and said, "You are too young. It would be a pity to die here." He paused, and seemed to be instructing someone: "Kill him."

Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to speak, an extremely strong crisis suddenly surged into his heart.

A gray shadow appeared out of nowhere, spanning a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and shot towards his heart.

The speed and strength far exceed that of Tie Wuya who is in the eighth level.

This is a ninth-level warrior who uses a gun!

A sudden attack is a sure kill.

Xu Chuan's eyebrows were racing, but his heart remained calm.

He often fights against great masters, and his sensitivity and response to battles are far beyond ordinary people.

Although he was outmatched, it was impossible to kill him with one shot.

He suddenly turned sideways and dodged the shot at the last moment.

A trace of surprise flashed through the cloudy eyes of the person who took action, but he didn't pay attention.

A backhand shot, still close to the vital point.

Xu Chuan retreated again, but still managed to dodge the shot.

Once is luck, twice is strength.

The casual attitude of the person who took action began to become serious.

The momentum changed, and the spear was like a blue dragon rising out of the sea, bursting out with an extremely powerful force.

When the gun fell, the air was blown away.

Xu Chuan's eyes changed, he instantly drew his sword, stepped back, bent his knees, raised his elbows, and stabbed the opponent's gun-holding wrist with his sword.

A confused sword intent burst out, causing the opponent's overbearing and decisive shot to deflect incredibly.

"Gu Zuo?" The person who made the move exclaimed. It seemed that this move brought him great emotional fluctuations. The gunfire turned and blocked the sword. He actually stopped taking action for a while.

Xu Chuan stepped back a few meters, and then he saw clearly the face of the person who made the move.

With his gray hair and skinny face, it's hard to compare him to the gunman who was so domineering just now.

But the most eye-catching thing was the extremely obvious sword mark on his face that was three inches long and spanned half of his face.

You must know that there are only nine grades in the world.

It is impossible for an unknown ninth-grade person to appear randomly.

Xu Chuan suddenly remembered that he had seen records about the ninth rank in the world in the book Jianlu Chronicles.

Among them was a ninth-grade spear master who matched the one in front of him.

Thirteen years ago, countless masters from all over the world went to Jianlu to challenge Sigu Jian.

Among them was a master from the Northern Qi Dynasty, Wang Qi, who was famous for his spear skills.

However, the gap between Ninth Grade and Grand Master is too huge.

With just one sword strike, Wang Qi was defeated miserably. He was seriously injured and left, never to be heard from again.

"Ahem!" The old man holding the gun coughed twice, staring at Xu Chuan with his turbid eyes, and said: "Who are you, Sigu Jian?"

Xu Chuan said half tentatively and half sure: "Senior Wang, right?"

The old man holding the gun did not refute when he heard this.

He then responded: "It's my master."

Hearing this, Cheng Chuan, who was sitting in the upper position, finally changed his expression for the first time.

But soon, he calmed down.

"Uncle Qi, kill him!"

At this point, he can only go all the way to the dark side. As long as he has Nan Qing as his support, he has nothing to fear unless the Grand Master takes action himself.

"Ahem!" Wang Qi coughed twice and sighed: "If you can't kill the Grand Master, killing the Grand Master's disciple seems to be interesting."

Back then, Sigu Jian seriously injured him with one move. If Sigu Jian hadn't paid attention to him, he would have died at that time.

After that incident, not only did his body suffer from the disease, but it also left an indelible shadow in his heart.

This is why he gets so excited when he sees someone using the Sigu Sword technique.

In thirteen years, he fell from the ninth level to the ninth level. Even as he grows older, it will be difficult to maintain the ninth level. No surprise, when he falls to the eighth level , is when the internal injuries completely break out.

It can be said that he does not have much time left to live.

He didn't dare to hate Sigu Jian, but he couldn't say that he didn't have hatred in his heart.

He thought he would take this hatred with him to the grave, but he didn't expect that a disciple named Si Gu Jian would come to his door.

In this case, his hatred and resentment for more than ten years must be vented today.

As soon as he thought of this, his old and withered hands suddenly grasped the gun body and took action boldly.

This shot lacked the tyranny of before, but had an added determination.

At this moment, his marksmanship seemed to have another breakthrough.

The gun body traced a delicate trajectory and pressed towards Xu Chuan with an unstoppable attitude.

The howling wind was extremely harsh.

Xu Chuan bent down and turned sideways, narrowly escaping.

boom!

The tip of the gun fell, easily splitting the tables and chairs behind Xu Chuan into pieces, and even a big crater was made on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Chuan jumped up high without hesitation, using the tip of his sword as a front, he instantly broke the roof of the main hall from above.

boom!

With countless pieces of bricks and tiles falling, he suddenly rushed out.

Behind him, Wang Qi shot out his spear like a dragon and chased after Xu Chuan at a faster speed.

The thin body burst out with a powerful force, and shot Xu Chuan in the back of the head.

At the critical moment, Xu Chuan suddenly raised his sword behind him. The posture was simple, but it was a perfect defensive posture.

"Look behind!"

Wang Qi's eyes were cold, and his spear suddenly hit the center of Luoxia Sword.

The terrifying force exploded, and Xu Chuan was instantly knocked away. Even though he had used his back to remove a lot of his strength, he still spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

Looking back is naturally the perfect defensive sword style.

But its defense strength is also limited.

After five years, Xu Chuan relied on being unilaterally beaten by Si Gu Jian to stimulate his body's recovery speed and practicing diligently every day, and he was now at the peak of the seventh level of Qi cultivation.

But even if he relied on his sword power, he unexpectedly killed the eighth-grade Tie Wuya.

But no matter what, he couldn't close the huge gap with a ninth-grade master.

Even if it's just a broken ninth-grade person.

But compared to him, he also has overwhelming advantages in strength and speed.

If he hadn't often fought against great masters, he had developed extremely sharp reactions and coping abilities.

He had died long ago under the first shot in the main hall.

Therefore, since the fight, he has almost never had a head-on confrontation with the opponent.

If you can dodge, dodge, if you can avoid, dodge.

But there are always times that cannot be avoided.

Such as now.

The result was that his internal organs were severely injured at this moment, and his heart and lungs were damaged.

Wang Qi watched Xu Chuan vomiting blood with indifferent eyes, just waiting for the next shot to kill him.
Chapter completed!