"Qiang Qiang Qiang~Qiang Qiang Qiang~!"
Zhao Yun's silver gun collided with Lou Jingou's black gun, sparks flying and gun shadows intertwined.
The marksmanship of both of them has reached the advanced level, and the shadows of the guns they wielded make it difficult to tell which one is real and which one is fake.
Suddenly, Lou Jingou stumbled, his feet seemed to be caught by something, and he briefly lost his balance. Zhao Yun seized the opportunity, and a bit of cold light shot out of the air, piercing the opponent's throat.
"Young man, do you think this is my flaw? I'm just trying to lure you into the trap. This technique I'm using is called putting one's life on the line...killing marksmanship!"
Lou Jingou's body, which had obviously lost its center of gravity, suddenly froze in mid-air. Zhao Yun frowned and saw that the old man's right foot was controlling the body that was about to lie on his back with only the toes of his right foot. The force endured by those toes was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Look, He had been practicing this trick for a long time to win in danger.
"Qiang~!"
There was another crisp sound, and the tip of Zhao Yun's spear that was stabbing the opponent's throat was violently opened. Lou Jingou twisted the black iron spear with both hands and split it in half from the center. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be two spears. After being disassembled, it becomes a double gun.
With a "呲LA" sound, the two black spears opened Zhao Yun's silver spear and flew toward his body from different directions like poisonous snakes spitting messages.
Zhao Yun raised the barrel of the silver gun to block the opponent's left blow, then raised his foot and put it on Lou Jingou's arm to block the right blow.
But even so, the silver shirt on Zhao Yun's body still had two long cuts made by the opponent's spear tip, and two thin blood lines appeared on his skin.
"Hehehe~~ As expected of Changshan Zhao Zilong, you can escape this, but you won't be so lucky next time."
Lou Jingou took a step back with a strange gesture. The two spears in his hands were reconnected in some unknown way. With a twist and a buckle, they turned back into the black iron spear.
Although Zhao Yun's clothes and skin were scratched, his expression did not change at all.
He stared at the strange black spear in the opponent's hand, thought for a while and said: "I see, I have already seen through your moves, I just need to confirm a few more times."
Lou Jingou was stunned for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Hahaha~~~ The little kid is really arrogant. He only saw it once and said he has seen through my moves. I have been practicing gun skills for forty years, and you want to see through the unique killing gun I created? Maybe in the next life!"
Lou Jingou's smile faded, his feet broke through the stone floor, the black spear shook the air, and in the blink of an eye it stabbed Zhao Yun's face.
Zhao Yun's eyes were fixed on the opponent's attack, and everything around him seemed to slow down at this moment.
The trajectory of the black iron gun in his eyes was as obvious as splashing ink on a white paper.
Zhao Yun turned his legs slightly sideways and turned his body, allowing the opponent's first shot to hit his cheek in the empty space.
Lou Jingou missed the target and was not surprised. He raised his hand and stabbed again, but still missed by a hair.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish~!"
The black spear in Lou Jingou's hand seemed to be transformed into a black python at this moment, twisting its thick body. It opened its bloody mouth to Zhao Yun again and again, trying to bite the prey to death and swallow it into its belly.
Zhao Yun didn't know what steps he used, but he could always dodge at the critical moment. Not only that, his dodge became smoother every time, and in the end he even had the energy to return a few shots.
"Young kid, you have some abilities. Let me use this move to kill you!"
Seeing that his stormy attack was ineffective against the opponent, Lou Jingou immediately gave a soft drink, stepped on the ground with both feet, jumped into the air, and stabbed out the black spear in his hand with the force of falling.
This time, the pupils in Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly shrank, and he found a way out in the shadow of the gun that was like a screen of light, a way out of the opponent's killing marksmanship.
"right here!"
When Zhao Yun discovered this flaw, the human wall seemed to merge into one, the tip of the gun was the tip of the gun, and the barrel of the gun became himself.
Incarnate as a silver gun, the white dragon breaks through the fog and avoids all attacks from the opponent with precision like a scalpel.
"Swim upstream!"
A flash of fluorescent light pierced the Golden Dog's cheek, making the old man's eyes widen with disbelief on his face.
"This...how is this possible?"
On one side of his body, he stepped back a few steps, raised his hand to touch the other person's cheek, and gasped because Zhao Yun had cut off his left ear that time just now, and blood was flowing downwards at this time. The tentacles are warm.
"Hmph! You are indeed the best in the Changshan Zhao Family Spear. I admit that I underestimated you, but the final victory will still only be my killing spear!"
Lou Jingou raised his hand and pricked the acupuncture point on his head hard. The blood miraculously stopped flowing, or it was temporarily stopped.
Lou Jingou does not tap acupuncture points, but hits the blood vessels at the wound site, causing temporary blockage to stop bleeding.
"The black snake spits a letter!"
Lou Jingou raised the black spear in his hand, hit the tail of the gun with his elbow, and launched the spear like a giant crossbow. He himself followed quickly, one shot at a time, one after the other, towards Zhao Yun came with a fierce momentum and a fishy wind.
Seeing the ferocity of the opponent's move, Zhao Yun did not choose to challenge him, but instead dodged sideways, trying to avoid its sharp edge.
But at this moment, Zhao Yun, who had clearly passed the flight path of the black spear, saw the chasing Lou Jingou. She showed a sinister smile and raised her hand to hit the tail of the black spear that was still flying in the air, causing it to fly in the air. The trajectory changes. It actually turned a corner.
"Founding in the east and attacking in the west...go to hell!"
Lou Jingou shouted loudly, and the black spear was about to pierce Zhao Yun's body. However, the latter raised his silver spear and blocked it upwards. The tip of the black spear flew past his shoulder, tearing a large hole in Zhao Yun's shirt, and blood immediately seeped out from his shoulder.
However, it was not too late. As the tip of the spear passed across Zhao Yun's shoulder, Lou Jingou once again reached out and grabbed Qiangwei. I don't know what mechanism he pulled, and the connected black spear was separated from it. The second half of the short spear had been He held it in his hand and stabbed Zhao Yun hard in the heart.
"The mantis stalks the cicada...the oriole follows..."
When Lou Jingou shouted these words, he had already secured victory in his heart.
But after stabbing Zhao Yun with the tip of the spear, he didn't notice the feedback of tearing his flesh and bones.
Lou Jingou tried hard to withdraw the spear, but found that the black iron spear did not stab the opponent's heart at all, and Zhao Yun dodged it anyway.
Zhao Yun clamped the tip of the spear tightly with his left arm, and the five fingers of his right hand were flying. The silver spear was flying above his head like a helicopter propeller.
"It's a good move, but as I said, it's flashy."
After Zhao Yun finished speaking, his hands stopped turning, and he held the silver gun tightly with one hand and handed the gun forward in an even and upright manner.
This shot looked quite ordinary, as if the soldiers had to practice thrusting countless times on the school field every day.
But facing this simple blow, countless possibilities flashed in Lou Jingou's mind.
"Does he want to stab? To sweep? To pick? Or to smash? No, it's definitely not that simple. Changshan Zhao's gun has been famous in the Central Plains for a long time. It's definitely not that simple. He must have other tricks, just like the killing gun Same, there are countless variations...!"
Lou Jingou gritted his teeth and stared at the silver gun in Zhao Yun's hand, waiting for the "change" in his imagination.
But unfortunately, until the gun was deeply embedded in his chest, the "change" he guessed did not appear. This was an ordinary thrust.
The silver gun pierced Lou Jingou's chest and came out from his back, piercing him all the way through. It was only at this moment that the old man spat out a mouthful of blood and murmured to himself, with a look on his face. Reluctant to give up.
"It shouldn't be. Why is there no change? Why is it just a simple thrust? Is this the Changshan Zhao family gun?"
Zhao Yun snorted coldly and ignored Lou Jingou's tough words. With a flick of his wrist, the silver gun was pulled out of the old man's chest. In the process, his internal organs were taken out and all life was shattered.
Before Lou Jingou died with his eyes closed and took his last breath, Zhao Yun swung the spear and threw all the blood on the ground. He only heard him say word by word: "Your tricks are indeed very novel and unexpected, but they are Ignoring the original power of the marksmanship, just this thrust, many people spend their entire lives unable to understand it, you are one of them."
