Chapter 562 Wu Lang's gun advantage, Fan Seng Yuci
Although the platform is five feet wide, its blades have thousands of lights.
The victory of "Ghost Faced Sword Demon" Wei Wuhuan and Jianmu Dharma Protector Tang Zhuxuan only caused a few cheers among the group of heroes to cheer, but they did not stir up any splash.
After all, they are all talented people from all over the world, from various sects and gangs, selected from thousands of people. In the close combat, who is not using all their means and using their killing moves? Just look at the weapons, it is a gathering of "swords, guns, swords and sticks", "
He has a complete set of whips, spears, and weapons, as well as hidden weapons in his sleeves and a rare weapon with a fan.
The heroes just looked at it and felt that it was an eye-opener. It is said that after going through the wind and rain, you see the world, and now is an excellent opportunity.
Although everyone may not have the opportunity to compete on the stage, it is a great joy in life to be able to gather here and watch others fight with swords and guns, life and death, and comment and point out mountains and rivers with red lips and white teeth!
Wu Lang, the master of the Thousand Miasma Cave in Xiaoxiangmen, is wearing a Kui dragon tattoo, holding a nine-foot spear in his hand, his body is moving slightly, and he has an overwhelming momentum. Ordinary people will feel a beat in their hearts after just one look at it, let alone the light reflected from the spear head.
The cold light, like a shooting star chasing the moon, hits directly at the door!
Xiong Qiantu, deputy lieutenant of the Tianxiong Guard and leader of the Yanxia Alliance, stared at the sudden attack of the gun, but was not frightened at all. Behind him was a sword that was about ten feet long and gleaming silver, as fast as a thunderbolt and as powerful as wind and thunder.
, directed at Kiro Lang with a slash from the waist.
Kiro saw that the man in front of him was tall and tall, with thick beard and tiger eyes. Needless to say, he had great physical strength, but his bravery was far beyond that of ordinary people.
This sword swing was actually a life-for-life attack. If I were like him, I would have to leave it to fate to decide who lives and who dies.
Fortunately, Wu Lang was not in a hurry for success. Halfway through, the big gun suddenly turned around and moved towards his waist. The Mo Dao hit the barrel of the gun and did not move away. It immediately bent the barrel of the gun, but it failed to "
"One knife and two sections".
Xiong Qiantu drew back his sword and withdrew, feeling a little shocked in his heart: Although this barbarian looked rough, he was very smart and refused to take risks easily. What was even more surprising was that the barrel of his gun was also made of bamboo. Not only
It is hard and full of toughness. When my "Supernatural Sword" is slashed, it can be chopped with at least two or three stones. Ordinary bricks and stones would be chopped into pieces. At this time, it was stopped by the barrel of a gun. It is really unprecedented!
Looking at his spear technique again, the cold light flashes and afterimages appear one after another. It contains both the power of wind and the power of a dragon! It seems that the inner strength is integrated into the spear. When he pounces, stabs, sweeps, and picks, he always feels a strange force clinging to him.
It's very restrictive on the Mo Dao! The "Shentong Si Ye Dao" sword technique, which was originally wide open and closed, fierce and decisive, was actually tied up in hands and feet when fighting against it, and could not be used freely.
Little did Wulang know that at this moment, many thoughts were flashing through Xiong Qiantu's mind. Taking advantage of the force of the water and wind, the nine-foot spear rushed upwards. Wulang also stared at his feet and jumped seven or eight feet high from the ground.
However, the gun head suddenly downwards, aiming at Mo Dao, which was tilted up, and struck hard.
"When~~"
This shot was as heavy as a stone, and it immediately knocked Xiong Qiantu down, causing him to retreat with both feet. It knocked a man dressed as a scholar nearby and flew backwards. He also lost one of his cloth shoes. At this time, he fell
Sitting on the ground, rubbing his chest and wheezing in pain.
Xiong Qiantu was defeated by one move, and he was so angry that he couldn't care about so many things. He watched Wu Lang's feet touch the ground, and before he could settle down, he swung the Mo Dao in his hand several times and swiped at his calves.
This move of "hitting him half across" evolved from the military. It was Li Siye's most proud killing move when he accompanied Gao Xianzhi on the expedition to the Western Regions and defeated the bandits. At this time, he suddenly used it, Duandi
It was unexpected!
Kiro's ghostly face was very bluffing, but at this moment, there was a hint of approval in his eyes. Seeing that his legs were not safe, he slapped his right arm and the big gun instantly sank into Taichung. With this support, he
With his strength, his body immediately transformed into an ape, and with a snap, he climbed diagonally onto the gun shaft.
At this time, Mo Dao had already struck, and both of them heard a crisp "click" sound. The gun head was connected to a small section of the gun barrel, and it was chopped open!
A diagonal cut was made at the broken end of the gun barrel, which indeed showed off its sharp edge.
Wu Lang flipped in the air and landed about ten feet away. However, Xiong Qian Tu struck a blow with his sword and tilted his body, exposing a large empty door behind him. Wu Lang would not miss such a good opportunity and sent the gun handle around in his hand.
, as fast as a meteor and shaped like a swimming dragon, it stabbed Xiong Qiantu in the waist and eyes.
"puff!"
The barrel of the gun penetrated the robe, pushed open the flesh, and penetrated just a few inches into the waist and eyes, but the stabbing was stopped immediately. Dark red blood immediately gushes out, quickly soaking the robe and turning it into an irregular disc.
Xiong Qiantu shivered in pain, turned around staggeringly, Mo Dao was guarding his chest, and said with a mixture of shock and anger: "You, what kind of shooting skills are you doing?!"
Wu Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, half-smiling: "Since you have been defeated, there is no harm in telling you. This is my Xiaoxiangmen's Kuilong Technique, which can be used by all soldiers! If you meet again in the future, you only need to
Just stay away!"
Xiong Qiantu snorted coldly and said bitterly: "If I meet you one day, I will definitely avenge you!"
After saying that, without further delay, he limped towards the plank road with his Mo Dao in both hands.
Clouds hang over the water in the long sky, and trees in deep valleys cover the mountains.
A fierce fight is going on on the Sifang Platform, and even those who deliberately avoid it and do not fight will not be spared.
The "Confucian scholar" who had just been knocked to the ground by Xiong Qiantu saw that everyone was busy and no one had time to pay attention to him, so he had to get up with a groan. When his left hand was spread out, a cowhide purse appeared out of thin air, and he pinched it slightly.
There are always as many as ten or two, and I can’t help but smile.
While he was feeling proud, suddenly a black and red palm appeared on his left wrist. The "Confucian scholar" immediately turned his left wrist and tried to break free, but unexpectedly, the palm was like an iron hoop and he couldn't break free!
The "Confucian scholar" had a sinister look in his eyes. He looked around and saw the monk in gray robes and ocher robes with a kind face. His name was "Duoji Cairen". In his eyes at this time, he was a "meddlesome person". He immediately
He shouted coldly: "Monk Fan! Get out of here quickly! Don't let me get violent!"
Monk Dorje Cairen bowed slightly and advised with a kind face: "Amitabha! Tan Yue, taking something without giving it to you is stealing. Taking something without complaining is stealing. Stealing without returning it is shameless. If
Tan Yue does not want to repent and return the original things to the Lord. After the death of the underworld, he will fall into the three evil realms. Even if he is reincarnated, he will suffer all kinds of poverty..."
"You need to take care of it! Stinky bald donkey!"
The "Confucian scholar" was immediately furious. He raised his right hand, and three more "Kongfang knives" appeared between his fingers, and they were struck at Dorje Cairen's neck.
However, after hearing a few soft sounds of "ding ling ling", Duoji Cairen had already lifted up the copper bowl and placed it squarely on the side of his neck. He continued, "Tan Yue! I have just been discussing with fellow Jianghu people, and I have been watching Tan Yue for a long time.
In the name of competition, but in reality, they committed theft and stole six purses, three jade pendants, and a pair of necklaces, all of which belong to fellow gangsters. I hope Tan Yue will change his ways and return the things to their original owners!"
Although the tone of these words was calm, they were so powerful that all the heroes on and off the stage were pointing fingers. Those with more hot tempers were already shouting curses, asking Duoji Cairen to throw the little guy back to the shore and hand him over.
They vent their anger.
Not only did the "Confucian scholar" have no regrets on his face, he was also extremely embarrassed! After seeing three "Kongfang Dao" twists and turns, he was helpless with this bald donkey, and he immediately had murderous intentions. His right hand shrank and arched in his sleeve, and he immediately
Then he took out a short knife.
This short sword has a three-inch long blade, a two-inch long handle, and is shaped like a moon hook. It was the "ghost sickle" given by Dongfang Chang'e, the master of Miaoshou Hall that day!
Because it is a strange blade used for punishment and execution in Miaoshou Hall, for decades, countless people who committed crimes in the hall have killed their souls with this knife. Therefore, although the knife is small in shape, it has a pungent smell and a ghostly aura, making it scream.
People shudder.
The "Confucian scholar" is Shu Suntong, the head of the "grey" lineage of Miaoshou Hall. At this moment, with the "Ghost Scythe" in his hand, his confidence doubled, and he threw it towards Duoji Cairen's heart!
"Zheng-Zheng Zheng! Zheng Zheng..."
As soon as Duoji Cairen saw the "ghost sickle", he frowned, as if he had seen that the sword was an ominous thing. Seeing the sword approaching quickly and extremely dangerous, he immediately inserted his left fist into the copper bowl and stretched it into the shape of a tiger's claw.
It was as if a fist guard was put on his left fist.
As he waved his fist guard, he immediately blocked Shusun Tong's attacks with several knives, blocking them all. However, he still held on to his right hand, and the strength in his hand became much stronger, causing Shusun Tong to scream in pain. The pain increased.
Embarrassed and with a sharp knife in his hand, Shusun Tong was extremely vicious and had no scruples! His chest was full of anger and hatred, and the "ghost sickle" in his right hand was like plowing wheat, cutting into pieces the ocher robe on Duoji Cairen's body.
Countless rags.
If Duoji hadn't been talented and brave, he would have cut Shusun Tong's intestines and chopped his internal organs with just a few knives, leading to the miserable end of dying in a foreign country.
The two of them were quarreling with each other, and a scolding sound suddenly sounded from far away: "Shameless bitch!! How dare you come and steal my aunt's things?! Today I will teach you how to improve your memory and know your tricks!!!"
The heroes were stunned when a silver arc flew past, making a loud "bang" sound, and hit Shusuntong hard on the forehead.
Shusun Tong was furious, when he suddenly felt a loud bang on his forehead, and countless stars instantly filled his field of vision, restless, flickering and wandering, like flying fireflies. Then, a huge dizziness hit the sky, and immediately his arms went weak, "Ghost Sickle"
"Landing to the ground, he immediately fainted on the square platform. On his originally fair and flat forehead, there was already a pink mark that was difficult to wash away...
Only then did the heroes see clearly that the arc of silver was actually a long spear nearly two feet high! The woman holding the spear was none other than Li Miaolan, the captain of the Mulan Guards.
I saw that she was dressed in Hufu, covered with leather armor, and rustling robes. She was handsome and handsome, and her good figure was even more exquisite and graceful against the corseted Hufu. Among the heroes, a restless rough man was already whistling, Li Miaolan
But he was not angry, he smiled and rolled his eyes at the audience, which immediately caused a lot of strange shouts.
Li Miaolan knocked Shusun Tong unconscious with one blow, and Duoji Cairen was also shocked. It should be noted that the head of the spear was sharpened on both sides, shaped like a dagger. With just a slight deflection, Shusun Tong was the head of the body.
What happened to Yi Du? It was difficult for her to control her angle and strength so carefully that she spared Shusun Tong's life. It was not considered a violation of the rules of the conference.
Duoji Cairen bowed and said with a smile: "The girl is superb in martial arts and has a chivalrous heart. She is truly a woman and a woman! But I don't know which thing this thief has taken from the girl? I will get it for you right now!"
"Thank you, monk! Miaolan can do it herself."
Li Miaolan cupped her fists and leaned down. Regardless of the defense of men and women, she started groping for Shusun Tong. Soon she picked up a bunch of colorful necklaces covered with gold and silver, and said happily: "This is it! This is it!"
You damned bitches, you don’t even have to look down on me to steal something close to you... Bah!"
Li Miaolan was half-sentenced when she realized she had lost her words and her pretty face turned red.
She had fought several moves with this uncle Sun Tong just now, but she felt that his movement skills were superb, much more sophisticated than the thief caught at Dongli Tea House that day, but his skills were mediocre and his weapons were weak.
, so I didn’t take it to heart.
Unexpectedly, the martial arts contest was fake and the stolen goods were real. Shusun Tong actually went around behind her and without anyone noticing, stole a shining seven-treasure necklace from the goose's neck. Thinking of his flawless white jade neck,
She was very embarrassed and annoyed to be touched by such a dog. But if Duoji Cairen hadn't revealed it just now, she might not have noticed it in time. Now that she had lost it and found it again, she was very happy.
At this moment, the Yingluo was suddenly enveloped in a ball of purple light and flew up out of thin air!
Li Miaolan's arms were so long, but when she tried to snatch it back, she still missed it. Her beautiful eyebrows immediately frowned, and she raised her eyes and cursed at the instigator: "Little hoof! You are seeking death! If we fight, we fight, but you are greedy for ink."
What a gift from my aunt! Return it to me quickly to avoid suffering!"
The man lightly retracted his jade arms and held the necklace in his palm, looking at it as if nothing had happened. There was also a purple shawl hanging on the necklace, like the morning glow rising above the clouds.
If it was Xiao Zhan, Fang Mengde and others saw him at this time, and they would know that this person was none other than Hua Jieyu, the chief of the Rouge Valley Shangchun Division in the Eastern Wu Dynasty.
When Hua Jieyu heard Li Miaolan curse in anger, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said sarcastically:
"Xiao Nizi! If you say it's yours, then it's yours? You might as well call it and see if it responds to you? Cackling..."
Li Miaolan immediately gritted her silver teeth, her eyes spitting fire, and she twirled her long spear in her hand before killing Hua Jieyu:
"You bitch! If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine!!"