The gun is eight feet long, with the gold tip and wood as the handle.

When the wrist moves slightly, stars dot and silver light flashes, and water is splashed without entering.

When Chen Yifan taught his gun skills to Ouyang Ming, he just wanted to confirm his teacher's name. However, after Ouyang Ming was taught by gun skills, he felt like he had a treasure. He practiced with a gun whenever he had free time.

Speaking of which, this marksmanship is the first time he has learned a complete set of martial arts.

Before this, the boxing and sword technique was just a fighting technique in the army and was far from comparable to the shooting technique of the thunder.

Although Ouyang Ming has not practiced his marksmanship for a long time, he has mastered the essence because of his two realms of unity between man and nature and meticulousness.

At this time, the spear left little by little, with a huge power.

“Huh?”

Chen Fenggong was slightly stunned, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. His body swayed slightly, and his body was like a leaf floating on the water. No matter how strong the gun was, it could not be overturned.

Ouyang Ming shouted lightly, and the tip of the gun suddenly shook, and the gun force, which was like a storm, instantly became as delicate as silk.

In this short moment, although his marksmanship remained unchanged, he showed two completely different artistic conceptions.

After taking a step back, Wu Guotu, who had already stood firm and wanted to kill him again, paused. He seemed to remember something, and his expression on his face was quite strange. But he no longer wanted to rush up to fight Chen Fenggong to death.

Chen Fenggong snorted coldly, stretched out his fingers, and bounced on the tip of the gun as fast as lightning.

A huge true energy surged out and was about to pass through the spear and hit Ouyang Ming directly.

Ouyang Ming's eyes twitched slightly. Before Chen Fenggong had taken action, the meticulous state had already made Ouyang Ming sense the strange changes around him.

Whether it was the flow of breath or the slight agitation of the muscles under his clothes, it was all in his observation.

His eyes were slightly a little, and Ouyang Ming's wrist shook again, and the spear rolled up incredibly. What was rolled upside down was not just the body of the gun, but accompanied by Chen Fengchong's original surging true energy.

Borrow the strength!

This is an extremely important part of Chen Yifan's shooting skills.

The gun is powerful and powerful. If you rely solely on your own strength, the consumption will be far better than that of a sword. Therefore, the best gun technique must be good at leveraging force, either by using the power of a gun, or by the power of others.

However, it is not easy to do this. Without sufficient time to understand it, it is extremely difficult to master the essence.

Although Ouyang Ming had an understanding of this when he was practicing by himself, he could only deceive himself if he had to say it thoroughly.

However, at this moment, under the killing move of a powerful enemy, his spirit was clear and transparent, and he could see all the detailed changes.

Feeling the surging energy from the spear, I subconsciously used this move.

And just after this move was released from him, the veil that had been covering him seemed to be uncovered, as if he had learned it without a master, which made him have a deeper understanding of marksmanship.

"Okay!" Chen Fenggong shouted, his eyes shining brightly, as if he had seen something interesting, and even his expression was different.

He pointed out again, and the place was located above the tail of the gun. The spear suddenly bounced up in the air and shot away in reverse.

Ouyang Ming was shocked. Chen Fengchong is worthy of being the ancestor of the Great Dao. He has learned a lot and seems to have a deep understanding of gunshots. The timing of this point is just right, and he actually used a method similar to leveraging force to make the power in the gun stronger.

However, for Ouyang Ming, who had already understood something, such a showdown could no longer make him embarrassed.

Especially with the help of a meticulous state, he easily judged several key points of the power of this shot.

He stretched out his palm and moved in the opposite direction along the gun body. It seemed that his palm was walking against the gun body, but in fact it exerted force at some points. So, the next moment, the spear turned around again and sucked hard at Chen Fenggong.

This time, the power contained in the spear became even more terrifying after their back and forth blessings. Even Chen Fengchong himself dared not ignore it.

However, at this moment, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, especially the fierce murderous aura on his body, which had disappeared.

"Okay, I want to see how many rounds you can survive!"

Chen Fenggong shouted lightly, and his palms pushed and pushed. The spear swirled in circles, flying towards Ouyang Ming with a shrill sound of wind.

Ouyang Ming also stood still. Seeing the spear turn, he quickly came out his palm and bounced on different parts of the spear a few times in a flash. So the spear went with the flow, circled around him, and flew back in reverse.

Chen Fenggong waved his palm and hit him. Every move was thunderous and vigorous, with great force and a sharp spear back. But Ouyang Ming was not willing to be outdone. Although he did not have the ability to knock the spear away under one palm, he was able to judge every weak point in the spear.

With the weak, you can defeat the strong and beat more, and you can also use the strength to fight.

In this way, the unlucky spear flew around between the two of them, and the howling sound gradually increased, and it was actually deafening.

Wu Guotu had already led his men to retreat from afar. He looked at the flying spear with extremely complicated eyes.

Once upon a time, this young man who was not taken seriously had already reached this point and could compete with an extremely Taoist ancestor.

Although he also knew that this kind of confrontation had a great deal of moisture, he could only say that he had the capital to confront the Jidao Ancestor in one aspect.

But even so, it seemed so incredible in Wu Guotu's eyes.

As for Liang Jinye and others, they were already dumbfounded and looked dumbfounded.

The two brothers exchanged glances and saw the look of horror in each other's eyes.

A Yin-class warrior actually has the ability to compete with the Jidao ancestor in some respect. This alone is enough to make them pay great attention to it. What is even more terrifying is that this Yin-class warrior is cruel and ruthless in killing people without any restraint.

This practice is similar to the desperate, and its super powerful martial arts cultivation.

No matter which one is a headache, and the deterrent effect brought by the combination of the two is not one plus one equals two.

At this moment, both of them were as deep as water, and they were wailing in their hearts. How could they have gotten into such an enemy?

And the only thing they can pray now is that Chen Fengchong killed him in anger. Only in this way can he eliminate future troubles forever.

"Bang..."

Suddenly, the rotating gun suddenly exploded and turned into countless debris flying.

Although this big gun is also a selected weapon in the army, how can it withstand the unbridled destruction of the two of them?

Under the pressure of infinite force, it finally burst.

Chen Fenggong's face was slightly dark, and he swayed, and he kicked it out first, lying on the ground, groaning on Liang Jinling.

The third young master Liang flew up in the air, and Liang Jinye couldn't help but be overjoyed. He immediately stretched out his hands and hugged him smoothly. Looking at the bloodstains on his body, and then looking at Ouyang Ming in front of him, he didn't know what he felt.

The big gun shattered the wood chips before it approached Chen Fenggong's body, and it was bounced away by an invisible force.

These wood chips are just fragments of a large gun that exploded and splashed everywhere. They are far from comparable to the power of the explosion arrow, so it is naturally impossible to hurt him.

Chen Fenggong's eyes turned and he kept looking at Ouyang Ming.

Ouyang Ming naturally did not have the strong true energy protection of his body. His body leaned back and swayed and twisted in an extremely strange way. It was this casual move that he had already avoided most of the debris. Then, his hands kept flying, knocking away all the debris that could not be avoided.

Although the actual effect is far inferior to Chen Fengchong, this reaction ability is enough to make the rest of them stand out.

Just as Ouyang Ming knocked away the last piece of debris, a black shadow suddenly flew over.

After reaching out and copying, he held the flying spear firmly in his hand.

Chen Fenggong raised his toes again without changing his face, and also raised a spear. He stared at Ouyang Ming and said, "Come again!"

Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly and said, "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed it with a shot. The spear was like thunder, and the rolling spear was filled with a momentum that never returned.

Chen Fenggong also had a long spear in his hand, and he picked it out at will with one shot.

However, just as the two guns were about to come into contact, the spear in Ouyang Ming's hand suddenly turned, and the surging momentum seemed to have found a catharsis port, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The turning spear was like a gentle breeze, and there was no longer any violent aura.

This spear became more and more flexible in Ouyang Ming's hands. The flying spear gradually had a bit of Chen Yifan's style, like a big dragon tumbling, causing endless horror.

Chen Fenggong's spear was extremely skilled in pointing, pushing, stabbing, and blocking each move. However, the spear was more defending and less attacking in his hands. He made several occasional attacks, and he was about to return.

The battle between the two sides became more and more intense, but the people around them looked at each other, and they all had a very strange feeling in their hearts.

They slowly felt that the marksmanship used by these two people seemed to have great similarities, just like an elder of the same school was feeding the younger generation.

Of course, this younger generation has good at shooting skills, and occasionally he can use some tricks that make the elders trouble, forcing Chen Fengchong to turn against the defense and attack.

The Liang Jinye brothers looked at each other, and were both shocked.

This style seems to be a little wrong...

However, it would be even more impossible to expect them to take action.

"call……"

In the battle group, Ouyang Ming stabbed out with a shot. The gun was open and straightforward, but the angle was extremely tricky. Chen Fenggong could not avoid it. He knocked the gun body and swung the tip of the gun. He suddenly shouted, "Boy, be careful!"

The spear rotated, and Chen Fenggong finally took the initiative to attack.
Chapter completed!