Gou Sheng was so happy that she followed Zhan Changfeng. She wished she could invite friends and invite everyone to watch her give away the peach blossoms, so that she could relieve the depression in her heart.
Zhan Changfeng ignored him and placed a nameplate in front of an empty stone room and walked into it. The vast fighting room was square and there was no obstruction. In this environment, you could only enter, not retreat.
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She turned over her hand and inserted the heavy sword on the ground, folded her sleeves and meditated, and did not move for a long time.
Cen Xi entered the general station and heard from the announcement that Jiang Jinjiu had won twenty consecutive games. He couldn't be distracted. How could he have played twenty games in one go?
At this time, the messenger who was going to enter the wine also came and reported the number of a fighting room with great energy.
Cen Xi walked into the ring arena and looked for the fighting room. He saw Yu Sheng coming from the opposite side from a distance. The two nodded to each other, and then they got closer and closer and stopped in front of the same viewing room.
Cen Xi's expression suddenly became strange.
Yu Sheng greeted politely, "Fellow Daoist Cen is also here to watch Daoist Zhan's fight?"
She had not forgotten that these two people had known each other before.
It was so, Cen Xi smiled bitterly, "It's hard to explain in one word, so you can think of it that way."
Is there any secret behind watching a fight?
Yu Sheng nodded slightly, opened the door of the viewing room, and did not answer rashly.
Cen Xi's eyes lit up and he said, "Look, that person is the opponent of fellow Taoist Zhan."
"Huh?" Yu Sheng turned around and saw a black-clothed monk with a waist and a monkey's back walking towards him with a gun in hand. He had a free and easy temperament and was a bit unruly.
The black-clothed monk's eyes also lit up, and he strode over, "We're going to have a drink. What's your surname, fellow Taoist?"
"Remain."
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yu. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Cen Xi coughed and said, "This Fellow Daoist Yu is also a friend of Fellow Daoist Zhan."
No. Yu Sheng replied silently in his heart, with a smile on his face, "It turns out that several fellow Taoists know each other."
"Speaking of which, I still have to ask you." Cen Xi complained, "You could have told me earlier that the person you were fighting against was fellow Taoist Zhan, but you still didn't know a single word and pretended to be someone else, which surprised me.
Bundle."
"What's the point of saying it?" Jiang Jinjiu patted his shoulder and said with a joking smile, "But the fight between us was indeed agreed a few days ago. Give your peach blossoms to others."
"Okay, let's go quickly. Fellow Daoist Zhan is already waiting for you." Cen Xi turned around and held out his hand, "Fellow Daoist Yu, let's go into the observation room."
Cen Xi sat down in the front row of the viewing platform and saw Zhan Changfeng standing next to a heavy sword. The sword grid was made of pure black metal, with a hollow Tai Chi pattern in the middle. Under the sword grid was a dark golden blade, which was heavy and simple.
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"Hey." Cen Xi couldn't sit still at the moment, "Fellow Taoist Zhan is a sword cultivator?"
Although Fa Xiu can also control the sword to attack, she rarely uses this kind of heavy sword, which can only mean that she uses a sword.
The outcome of this battle can be predicted by the use of weapons. As the saying goes, an inch long means strong, and an inch short means dangerous. Although swords, guns, knives and sticks can go hand in hand, the power of gunsmiths is even stronger.
As far as he knew, the gun that was about to enter the wine had defeated many powerful sword cultivators in seconds.
Yu Sheng rarely sees Zhan Changfeng take action, but this person is thunderous and artistic. Even if he holds a sword, he is not a dedicated swordsman. "Not necessarily."
As soon as the words came out, the two of them knew that they didn't know Zhan Changfeng well enough. Otherwise, how could one ask whether he was a sword cultivator, and how could the other answer "not necessarily".
The two of them stopped talking in tacit agreement.
Gou Sheng, who had been waiting for more than half an hour, cried with joy, "The fight is finally about to begin."
Over there, Jiang Jinjiu entered the fighting room, glanced at the heavy sword, and said with a smile, "Your peach blossom is destined to be given to me today."
"For you who are standing, or for you who are lying down, that is a question." Zhan Changfeng held the hilt of the sword, and the sword seemed to disappear, leaving only a man standing tall and standing like a man from ancient times.
Jiang Jin drank and suppressed his smile, his eyes were stern, and the spear in his hand started to buzz.
This gun is two feet long and weighs ninety-nine kilograms. The body of the gun has a blood line shaped like a dragon. It spirals up from the dragon tail-shaped gun at the bottom to the dragon head at the end of the gun. The head of the gun is a dragon tongue.
, flame-shaped, its name is the Eight Treasures Panlong Spear.
"My spear has a sharp tip, which will kill you if you hit it. The gun body is heavy, and you will die if you sweep it. Do fellow Taoists still use swords to resist?"
"I have to give it a try." Zhan Changfeng asked the battle general Jin Jin to have a drink. It was because of the military training technique she had obtained before, the proud Qin gun. She suddenly thought that she hoped to have a battle with the gun master.
It came into her sight naturally.
She also asked Jin Buhuan to get to know his background. He was ranked number one on the critical double ranking list. He often traveled alone in all walks of life, acted unruly, had no obvious origins, and had superb marksmanship. He was rarely defeated by anyone.
"Okay, I didn't meet you at the Hai Hai Conference. Today is just a good time to make up for my regret. Unfortunately, I thought you were a formation cultivator." Regardless of the strength of the formation cultivator, the level of trouble is first-class. His gun entered it.
In the formation, it remains to be seen whether there is room for it to be used.
"If you wish, I can be too."
"Forget it then, let's have a real fight." The breathing and breathing of the wine are closely linked to the Eight Treasures Panlong Spear, and the Eight Treasures Pandragon Gun seems to be breathing and alive because of this.
Smart and mighty.
When he came up, he hit a flat spear, straight and straight, like a dragon lurking out of the sea, roaring wildly. Zhan Changfeng did not dodge, thrust straight with the sword, the force was dignified, the tip of the sword stuck to the tip of the spear, the two swords weighed more than a thousand
The forces of the two collided, refusing to give in to each other.
Jiang Jinjiu felt the strange force coming from the tip of the gun, his eyes narrowed, he held the front part of the gun with his left hand and moved it around, and the tip of the gun drew an arc to attract the tip of the sword.
There was a tugging feeling on the sword. Zhan Changfeng flicked his wrist, opened the spear, and slashed with a quick step. He flew Jinjiu away diagonally, and stabbed her in the back of the heart with a spear. She turned her sword back, and with a clang, the blade
Hitting the tip of the spear, the sound shook the soul.
Jiang Jinjiu caught the slashed sword with burning eyes. He had fought against real swordsmen many times, but in their clever sword moves, it was easy to find flaws. She defeated the enemy with one move, but her moves were mediocre.
Strangely, it goes straight forward, with great power and power, but it makes it impossible for people to start and defend, so they can only attack.
"That's not enough. If you want to defeat me, there is no way." Jiang Jinjiu walked like wind and sneaked like nails. The speed of his gun suddenly increased, and there were thousands of gun shadows under one thrust.
Cen Xi's eyes were sore and his consciousness was tense. Those thousands of gun shadows were not phantoms, but real spear stabs!
At the moment when one shot is fired, thousands of spears are fired, and the thrust is so fast that it makes people unable to guard against them. This is the thief among soldiers!
On the word Kuai, Zhan Changfeng was half a point weaker. The heavy sword could not intercept all the attacks. A spear thrust grazed her shoulder, leaving a bloody wound. She turned the sword blade and waved out the sky-covering sword shadow, obliterating it.
The sword intent of his spiritual consciousness attacking his heart and soul cut down the power of the spear, and attacked Jiang Jinjiu. Jiang Jinjiu pursed his lips tightly, sheathed the spear like a tiger entering a hole, "Panlong Domain!"
The spear intention turned into a black dragon, hovering around the body, like the most powerful guardian spirit, resisting all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and wearing away the sword intention!
"This battle is more exciting than expected." As soon as Panlongyu came out, Cen Xi knew that he was serious. He had never seen him use Panlongyu in a battle.
Yu Sheng nodded and started now. Zhan Changfeng had a lot of tricks, but she didn't even use the thunder she knew and the Hongchen she used to win in a hundred consecutive victories.