The road under Zhao Yan's feet was actually an ancient road with shady trees on both sides of the road, and occasionally deers that looked like they had lost their way jumped out of it.
The ancient road should be as quiet as a painting, and should not be so solemn.
But at this time, the four people standing on this ancient road were either full of fighting spirit or filled with murderous intent.
Wen Pojun's clothes are mended and there are even some dirt on the cuffs. How can people who don't know him tell that he is actually a famous gun devil?
Wen Pojun walked towards Zhao Yan on the remains of the coffin, twisting the head of his gun as he walked, and said: "I thought I was going to fight you all with one enemy, but I didn't expect you, a little kid, to dare to stand up. I
I am older than you and my cultivation level is above yours, so I will not take advantage of you."
Watching Wen Pojun take off the gun tip and stuff it back into his waist, Zhao Yan said: "It is rumored that the gun demon's gun does not have a gun tip. It seems to be true."
Wen Pojun said: "There are not many people who can let me put a gun on it."
Luo Ying once said that Wen Pojun was different from him and Yang Taozhi. Both he and Yang Taozhi were pragmatic fighters. They did not have any noble pursuit of martial arts. They practiced martial arts hard just to kill people and protect themselves. But Wen Pojun was a pragmatic fighter.
Po Jun is different. He pursues the pinnacle of martial arts and the supreme mastery of the gun. Even though he is old now, he still retains this respect for martial arts.
Zhao Yan, like Wen Pojun, is also a martial arts fanatic who is truly obsessed with martial arts. He can understand Wen Pojun, so he is not pretentious and does not feel that Wen Pojun is humiliating people.
"It's an honor for me to be able to fight against the Gun Demon as a fledgling. Please enlighten me!!"
Zhao Yan shouted sharply, his tone full of pride, took three steps forward, leaped into the air, and shot Wen Pojun with a long shot.
Zhao Xiang's moves are the ruthless moves in the Zhao family's guns. There is no need to hold back when facing an opponent who is stronger than yourself.
When Zhao Yan fell, Wen Pojun's eyes widened, his hand holding the headless spear tightened, and he immediately raised it.
It seemed that Wen Pojun was fighting Zhao Yan head-on, and the two spears did collide head-on. However, after taking away part of the strength of Zhao Yan's silver spear, the headless spear actually followed it like a coiled snake.
The silver spear bit Zhao Yan away.
Zhao Yan immediately released his right hand holding the gun and grabbed the handle of the gun with his left hand. Then he turned around and swiped the spear, avoiding Wen Pojun's attack while launching an attack on Wen Pojun.
It's like a spear returning to a horse, and the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
There are retreats and advances, with ease.
Wen Pojun turned back to avoid it, and when he landed, he looked at Zhao Yan with a more appreciative look.
"He is indeed a good young man with a gun."
Wen Pojun kicked his heels hard on the ground, leaned forward, held the gun in his backhand and ran towards Zhao Yan quickly, saying: "Watch it, let's do something real!"
Zhao Yan set up his lower plate and made a big move. When he saw Wen Pojun coming with a gun in both hands, he quickly raised his gun to the crossbar.
Wen Pojun's strength was so strong that Zhao Yan bent his knees slightly, but just when Zhao Yan thought Wen Pojun was going to continue to attack from the front, Wen Pojun didn't know how he moved, and he ducked around Zhao Yan
From behind, he shot Zhao Yan in the back.
In an instant, Zhao Yan's hair stood on end as he rolled decisively on the spot. The headless spear was thrust into the ground, and cracks several feet long appeared around him.
Although it is a headless spear, its strength is enough to pierce a person's body.
Who said you can't stab someone to death without grabbing the head?
Wen Pojun didn't give Zhao Yan a chance to breathe, and used the headless spear like a dog-beating stick, forcing Zhao Yan to roll on the ground.
This was the first time Zhao Yan was in such a panic since following Zhao Cheng out. He gritted his teeth, found the most suitable opportunity to pounce forward, and stood up with a quick roll.
Wen Pojun didn't stop, still leaning forward and charging towards him with a gun in his backhand.
It was also a frontal attack that forced Zhao Yan to defend, and then he used his gun in an unexpected way.
Strength, speed, and skills make Zhao Yan very difficult to defend against.
Only then did Zhao Yan deeply realize how powerful Wen Pojun was. He didn't have advanced marksmanship or fancy spear moves. He just relied on his familiarity and experience with the spear to maximize the power of the spear.
Worthy of being a gun devil!
Zhao Yan was convinced of Wen Pojun's strength. Although he was not stabbed by the headless spear, his shoulders, waist and legs were all struck by the gun barrel, and his whole body felt a dull pain.
However, Zhao Yan became more and more courageous as he fought, and the fighting spirit in his eyes seemed to be burning!
"Thirty years of fame and dust!"
"Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon!!"
“River Red!!!”
When Wen Pojun attacked again, Zhao Yan changed his strategy and no longer defended, but directly fought with Wen Pojun.
If you lose, you will probably die, but you can never be wasted to death by being a coward like this!
boom!!!
The two spears intersected, and a huge internal energy burst out from the intersection. Not only Zhao Yan was knocked back dozens of steps, but Wen Pojun was also knocked back a few steps.
Zhao Yan explained the truth that the best defense is offense and stopped Wen Pojun's strong attack.
Wen Pojun looked at Zhao Yan from a distance, the admiration in his eyes getting stronger.
"Good marksmanship! Good momentum!" Wen Pojun couldn't help but praise.
Seeing Wen Pojun pause, Zhao Yan eagerly grabbed this opportunity, his mind running rapidly, recalling Wen Pojun's spear moves and feeling the state of the gun demon.
When fighting Yang Huanyun at Mujing Bay, Zhao Yan created Manjianghong on the spot based on Yang Huanyun's spear moves.
Now he is doing the same thing again.
He wanted to absorb the nutrients from Wen Pojun and create his own spear moves on the spot that could defeat Wen Pojun!
Wen Pojun didn't know what Zhao Yan was thinking. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't believe that Zhao Yan could do this.
He said: "When I was your age, my marksmanship was not as good as yours. Zhao Huan is your father and Zhao Cheng is your eldest brother. You will definitely not ignore them."
Wen Pojun sighed and continued: "I feel sorry for you. If you can live another ten years, your achievements may not be higher than mine."
Zhao Yan followed Wen Pojun's words, stalled for time and said, "I don't think it will take ten years."
Wen Pojun said: "Being young and energetic is a good thing, but being overconfident is blind arrogance. The master is the biggest hurdle in martial arts, and marksmanship also has the biggest hurdle. When you encounter that bottleneck, you will be unable to break through the shackles."
Doubling your pain."
Zhao Yandao: "Beating yourself is the only way to reach the top. When you kept challenging masters from all walks of life, wasn't it just to defeat yourself with the help of external forces?"
Wen Pojun watched Zhao Yan's free hand waving as he spoke, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Yan said frankly: "Talking to you more can delay the conversation."
Wen Pojun shook his head and said, "Your father and your eldest brother can't run very far in this little time."
Zhao Yan also shook his head and said resolutely: "I never thought that as long as you are here, there is a possibility for them to escape. I delay time not for them, but for myself!"