Defeat Dumen!
Captured alive as high as a tiger!
In less than a quarter of an hour.
Zhao Chanjia has already reached the formation.
He has one man, one horse and one spear, going back and forth, fighting left and right.
In this eight-door bronze flag formation, heads were being killed and blood was flowing like rivers.
Straight out from Dumen.
Zhao Chanjia confused the formation.
Seeing the soldiers around him gradually becoming chaotic, he felt slightly reassured. He quickly turned the spear in his hand, swept left and right, cut through a passage, kept moving forward, and flew away.
…
Near the door.
Xiao Moke opened his sword and fought fiercely with Wang Ke.
A gun!
A knife!
There was a fierce melee and fighting.
The two fierce warriors flew back and forth, flying up and down, until they reached thirty-five or six rounds, and there was still no winner.
but.
Wang Ke's current physical strength has reached 138 kilograms, but the iron-pointed steel gun in his hand only weighs 75 kilograms, and it is a little awkward to use it.
However.
At this time of duel between fierce warriors.
The slightest difference in the weight of the weapons is likely to become a variable in this battle.
really.
Fight until forty rounds and upwards.
Xiao Mohe saw the problem with Wang Ke's weapon, and he was overjoyed. He swung out the long knife in his hand, as fast as a knife, and hit the barrel of the iron-pointed steel gun in Wang Ke's palm hard.
clang!
clang!
clang!
A few sounds of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded.
There was sweat on Wang Ke's forehead.
He gritted his teeth, held the gun barrel tightly with both hands, swung it out with his backhand, and immediately used the Thirteen Thunder Styles.
But one could see that the shadows of rolling guns shocked the sky, and bombarded by the sharp whistling wind, each shot was as fast as a shot, and each shot was as hard as a shot.
clang!
clang!
clang!
Wang Ke's spear changed.
The situation immediately changed.
The spear blasted out like thunder and hit the blade of Xiao Mohe's Yanyue Sword firmly.
moment.
Xiao Maha's sword skills stagnated and he couldn't help but become a little scattered.
One shot makes a difference.
Wang Ke was unyielding when he gained power.
With a loud shout in his mouth, he immediately stepped up his spear skills, and the billowing gun shadow moved around, swallowing and spitting, erratically, fighting against Xiao Mohe.
Xiao Mohe felt solemn in his heart, and his sword flew away, rolling up a curtain of swords, blocking Wang Ke's spear.
The fight lasted another fifteen or sixteen rounds.
After all, Xiao Mohe's strength was much higher than that of Wang Ke. He gradually figured out his opponent's spear power, and his sword skills changed accordingly, and he gradually suppressed Wang Ke.
"The tip of the spear thrust three inches to the upper left!"
At this moment.
Wang Ke gritted his teeth, sweating all over his body, and was fighting with Xiao Mohe.
Right here.
An old voice rushed into Wang Ke's ears.
Hear this sound.
Wang Ke was shocked.
Because he heard that this was Zhao Chanjia's voice.
then.
Wang Ke was overjoyed. Without thinking, he followed Zhao Chanjia's instructions and shot Xiao Mohe at the upper left door with his backhand.
This shot.
The gun shot was fast and urgent.
The stabbing made Xiao Mohe a little confused.
He quickly put away the sword, raised it upward, and firmly caught the tip of the gun.
"The gun turned around and stabbed into the right rib!"
at this time.
Zhao Chanjia's voice sounded again.
Wang Ke nodded slightly, held the gun shaft tightly with both hands, and pressed down hard. The gun head turned around and pulled away from Xiao Maha's knife shaft. Like a poisonous snake, it stabbed down and attacked Xiao Maha's right rib.
clang!
This shot is even more tricky.
Xiao Mohe had sweat on his forehead.
He quickly waved his sword to parry, and while fighting Wang Ke, he wanted to turn his head to see who was pointing the enemy.
However.
How could Wang Ke distract him? So, he stepped up his guns and resisted Xiao Maha to fight.
"Move the tip of the spear to the left and stab the enemy in the right shoulder!"
"Turn the gun head over and pick at the enemy's throat!"
"Three spear flowers, attack the enemy on both shoulders!"
A series of old voices sounded.
Pointing at Wang Kemi's shooting skills like raindrops.
Although Xiao Mohe is a fierce general in the southern country, how can he resist Zhao Chanjia's vicious eyes?
Under the guidance of Zhao Chanjia.
Wang Ke and Xiao Mohe fought for about ten rounds, and finally stabbed out a spear, hitting Xiao Mohe's throat. A blood arrow shot out from the wound and sprinkled Wang Ke all over.
boom!
Immediately, Xiao Mohe's body fell heavily to the ground!
Wang Ke shook his wrist slightly and shook away the blood on the tip of the gun.
At this moment.
He just felt that the thoughts in his heart were clear.
If you think about it carefully, it should be that the obsession of the original owner of this body had disappeared when Xiao Mohe was assassinated by himself.
"Thank you, old general, for your advice!"
Wang Ke took a deep breath, then turned over and dismounted, and saluted Zhao Chanjia.
Zhao Chanjia nodded and said to Wang Ke: "Is your marksmanship the skill of Zhou Panlong?"
"Exactly!"
Wang Ke replied.
There was a trace of admiration in Zhao Chanjia's eyes, and he continued: "Not bad! Not bad! At such a young age, you can understand the Thirteen Thunder Styles. Come and talk to me about it when you return to the military camp soon."
"yes!"
Upon hearing Zhao Chanjia's words.
Wang Ke was overjoyed and quickly handed over his hands, thanking him profusely.
…
As Gao Ruhu was captured and Xiao Mohe was killed, the entire eight-door bronze flag formation suddenly collapsed.
Xin Wenli and Xin Chengshi broke through the siege and fled into Yuquan City. They closed the city gate tightly and could not get out. Let's not mention it for now.
Zhao Chanjia, Yang Xuangan, Lai Huer, and Wang Ke slowly returned to camp, clapped their hands to victory drums, and arranged their troops and horses, waiting to besiege Yuquan City.
That night.
There was a gentle breeze.
Wang Ke wore a warrior uniform and carried a spear. He came outside Zhao Chanjia's tent and saluted: "Old general, I would like to see you, junior Wang Ke."
"come in!"
Zhao Chanjia's voice sounded from the tent.
Hear Zhao Chanjia calling.
Wang Ke entered the tent.
He looked up and saw Zhao Chanjia sitting behind the desk, holding an ancient book in his hand.
"Sit down."
Zhao Chanjia nodded and motioned for Wang Ke to sit down on the couch next to him.
His body was as straight as a spear, his eyes were straight, and he waited quietly for Zhao Chanjia to finish reading the book.
Waited for about half an hour.
Wang Ke's back was already slightly numb.
And at this moment.
Zhao Chanjia closed the book, raised his head, looked at Wang Ke, and asked slowly: "Where did you get your marksmanship?"
"The good old general knows that this junior once followed the army, broke through Linjiangwu, killed Zhou Xuansheng, and obtained Zhou Panlong's marksmanship."
Wang Ke stood up, raised his hands and said.
"You are honest...but do you know the relationship between me and the Zhou family?"
Zhao Chanjia nodded slightly and said with a half-smile.
"Junior doesn't know."
Wang Ke shook his head and replied.
Zhao Chanjia said: "Back then, I was not as good as Wen Guan. I loved martial arts and visited famous teachers all over the world. One day when I traveled to Jiangdong, I met a down-and-out man. During the conversation, the man said that he was after Zhou Panlong and Zhou Fengshu, because of the royal family. After fighting for the throne, the Zhou family fell into poverty and had no choice but to live among the people. He was penniless and begged on the streets. I saw that he had martial arts skills, so I helped him, and he taught me his marksmanship..."
"I see... No wonder the old general is very familiar with these Thirteen Thunder Styles."
Hearing Zhao Chanjia's words, Wang Ke nodded slightly.
Zhao Chanjia paused and then said: "I learned his marksmanship and thought it was very exquisite. At that time, I felt that I had taken advantage of it in vain. So, I said to him: If I meet the successor who practices the Thirteen Thunder Styles again in the future, , I will definitely teach him another exquisite marksmanship, fulfilling my long-cherished wish..."
