Tian Feng warned in a low voice from behind: "General, this person is Han Rong, that's right. His action of holding the gun is consistent with Zhang Jaw. General, be careful. This man's marksmanship is fast and sharp. I have seen General Zhang Jaw before.
If we only talk about spear skills, Han Rong should be above his jaw-opening skills."
Gao Jin smiled slightly and said horizontally: "This is perfect. I'm afraid that he will be too old and weak."
Tian Feng is not a martial arts practitioner. He knows that when facing a battle, one must not exaggerate his opponent, especially when masters are fighting. Both sides rely on more than just their physical strength and skills. Momentum is also very important. If they show timidity midway before the battle begins, the outcome will be decided.
It was predictable, so those words just now should not have been said in this situation.
Gao Jin knew whether this person was powerful or not.
Han Rong, who was slowly approaching, had a cold look in his eyes, and the spear in his hand seemed motionless, but in Gao Jin's view, all this was just an appearance.
The fierce momentum rushed towards him, as if in the next moment, this poisonous snake would bite him with its fangs.
Han Rong moved closer and said slowly: "You are too stupid. Since someone can come today, he must be sure to kill Tian Feng. No one can stop him."
Gao Jin didn't want to give in, and said coldly: "Mr. Han, please stop talking nonsense. These subordinates of yours may believe you, but I'm afraid their current situation..." Gao Jin glanced at the disabled assassins and used his feet again.
He deliberately moved the assassin's corpse at his feet, his provocation evident in his words.
A trace of anger flashed in Han Rong's eyes, and then he returned to death, and sneered: "Your plan to provoke the generals is really not very clever. Since these people have come with a certain person, they are already prepared to die."
As soon as Han Rong finished speaking, he laughed coldly and boldly accelerated his approach. Every time his feet stepped on the ground, they made a sound, forming a rhythm that seemed like a reminder. The strangest thing was that he walked
The attack didn't seem to be very fast, but Gao Jin felt that the other party seemed to have blocked his escape route.
What is even more discouraging is that although the opponent's spear has not moved, it has formed an irresistible and very domineering momentum, which makes him feel confident that the opponent will win.
This was the first time Gao Jinshang encountered such a terrifying master.
He relied on his own martial arts to duel with Guan Yu and Xu Zhu, but he didn't feel the overwhelming pressure. Even though these generals were extremely powerful, they were only brave after all. But the man in front of him was just like Gao Jin.
The emphasis is on control, control of strength, and control of everything before and after the battle. This is the real warrior, not the general.
Gao Jin faced the other party head-on.
Han Rong came to a few feet in front of Gao Jin before he stood still. His black hair was spread over his broad shoulders. Although he was covered with a mask, you could still see that his nose was as hooked as an eagle and his eyes were sunken.
It gives people a cold and ruthless feeling. His hands hanging on both sides are a little longer than ordinary people. Regardless of his appearance and body shape, he is rare in Gao Jin's life. He is tall, strong and ruthless.
His eyes were unpredictable, focused and determined, as if he never needed to blink.
Every move shows an arrogant spirit. This arrogance is different from that of Lu Bu and Guan Yu. It is a kind of restrained boldness and an infinite murderous intention hidden in silence.
Gao Jin said no more, shook the long sword in his hand, and attacked first. He didn't use any moves this time, he was just testing the depth of the opponent.
Han Rong smiled coldly and shouted: "You are just the courage of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, while so-and-so has the courage of fear, the courage born from the deepest fear. Based on this, you are still trying to duel with so-and-so?"
He let out a wild laugh, and suddenly a ball of gun light exploded in front of him, and the spear stabbed Gao Jin with a flat, unpretentious thrust.
Gao Jin had never seen such a fast gun. As soon as the opponent moved his hand, the gun light immediately came towards his body. Not only did he not have the slightest intention of taking a defensive stance, he was also fighting head-on.
There is nothing fancy in the spear style, just this mediocre thrust, but it shows something extraordinary.
In addition to being extremely fast, the power of the spear is also unparalleled, mysterious and exquisite. The control of the spear is even better than that of Gao Jin, and the tip of the spear shoots towards the tip of Gao Jin's sword without any bias.
Han Rong's attack suddenly weakened Gao Jin's momentum by half. He no longer dared to attack hard, and instead used defense as offense. The long sword in his hand had unconsciously increased its strength, but his offensive was stagnant.
Gao Jin could quickly come to the conclusion that this person's energy was still superior to his own. He didn't know whether the opponent was using internal energy, but he could confirm that the opponent was indeed superior.
In addition, his mastery of skills has pushed him far away. As soon as the spear was released, Gao Jin could clearly feel that his whole body was working together with the spear, no matter where the front sight of the spear tip was.
The force applied in both directions is just right, not one point more and not one point less. This requires decades of hard work and countless life-and-death duels to hone.
But Gao Jin clearly felt that he was far inferior to this person, and the accumulation of experience could not be achieved overnight.
The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword collided without making any sound. This attack by the two of them was full of temptation, so they did not use all their strength. Despite this, Gao Jin still took a step back to buffer.
After the strength brought by the spear is gone, use the Pan Kneading Kung Fu to remove the remaining strength.
Han Rong also made a sound at this time and couldn't help but ask Gao Jin: "Are you related to Zhang Xiu, the Celestial Master of Hanzhong?"
Gao Jin was solemn when he heard this. The Emei sect is a branch of Tianshi Tao. The respected ancestor is Zhang Ling, who is also the respected Zhang Tianshi in later generations. Zhang Tianshi left a son named Zhang Xiu, who introduced Tianshi Tao.
They carried forward the sect and officially established the sect, so these two people are regarded as the founders of the Emei sect. Their pictures hang in Master Gao Jin's house. The master once forced him to worship and worship day and night.
Although Gao Jin's martial arts has become more refined after thousands of years of tempering, after all, it comes from the same source as Tianshi Dao. No matter how he changes, he cannot escape the traces of Tianshi Dao. Han Rong said in one sentence
Gao Jin's approach shows his unique vision.
But Gao Jin couldn't help but was slightly stunned, and thought to himself, could it be that Tianshi Tao has already gained fame and created martial arts? He followed his master and knew nothing about the history of the Emei Sect, let alone Tianshi Tao.
Hence this question.
Han Rong then chuckled and sneered: "Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiu gave birth to a son who only knows how to play tricks, but he has such an outstanding disciple. It seems that I have underestimated him. I have always competed with Zhang Xiu.
It’s my long-cherished wish, but Zhang Xiu is dead and I don’t have this chance anymore. Today I will learn your Tianshi Dao swordsmanship for comfort.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body exuded a strong murderous intent, and a trace of ferocity flashed across his eyes. Then he stepped forward with his gun and attacked Gao Jin wildly.
Gao Jin tried his best, moved three feet laterally, and cooperated with his footwork, and managed to hit Han Rong's shot in the chest. He felt that the force of the opponent's spear was as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't help being knocked back half a step.
Gao Jin's right hand was still numb, and he knew that the opponent was so powerful that he was much better than him. No wonder he was called the Spear King of the North.
As long as he cuts hard with his gun, not many people can stand it. What's more, his marksmanship is so exquisite that it is shocking. He looks simple and unpretentious, but he is full of murderous intent.
In front of the spear king of the North, even though the height difference between the two sides was almost the same, Gao Jin felt like he was a little shorter.
Seven or eight moves were passed in a daze, and Gao Jin knew that if he was so unconfident, he would definitely hate this place tonight, but the opponent's ever-present intimidating momentum made him feel depressed at every turn.