"Fellow Daoist Zhan are here to challenge?"
Zhan Changfeng responded casually.
Gou Sheng was so happy that she followed Zhan Changfeng. She wished she could invite friends and invite everyone to watch her give away the peach blossoms, so that she could relieve the depression in her heart.
Zhan Changfeng ignored him, put a nameplate in front of an empty stone room, and walked into it. The vast fighting room was square and there was no obstruction. In this environment, you could only advance, not retreat. .
She turned over her hand and inserted the heavy sword on the ground, folded her sleeves and meditated, and did not move for a long time.
Cen Xi entered the general station and heard from the announcement that Jiang Jinjiu had won twenty consecutive games. Can't he be distracted? Why did he win twenty games in one go?
At this time, Jiang Jinjiu's message also came, and he reported the number of a fighting room with great energy.
Cen Xi walked into the ring arena and looked for the fighting room. He saw Yu Sheng coming from the opposite side from a distance. The two nodded to each other, but they got closer and closer and stopped in front of the same viewing room.
Cen Xi's expression suddenly became strange.
Yu Sheng greeted politely, "Fellow Daoist Cen is also here to watch Daoist Zhan's fight?"
She had not forgotten that these two people had known each other before.
It was so, Cen Xi smiled bitterly, "It's hard to explain in one word, you can think of it that way."
Is there any secret behind watching a fight?
Yu Sheng nodded slightly, opened the door of the viewing room, and did not answer rashly.
Cen Xi's eyes lit up and he said, "Look, that person is the opponent of fellow Taoist Zhan."
"Huh?" Yu Sheng turned around and saw a black-clothed monk with a waist and a monkey's back walking towards him with a gun in hand. He had a free and easy temperament and was a bit wild and unruly.
The black-clothed monk's eyes also lit up, and he strode over, "We're going to have a drink. What's your surname, fellow Taoist?"
"Remain."
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yu. Nice to meet you."
Cen Xi coughed, "This Fellow Daoist Yu is also a friend of Fellow Daoist Zhan."
Not really. Yu Sheng replied silently in his heart, with a smile on his face, "It turns out that several fellow Taoists know each other."
"Speaking of which, I still have to ask you." Cen Xi complained, "You could have told me earlier that the person you were fighting against was fellow Taoist Zhan, but you still didn't know a word and told me nothing, which surprised me. Bundle."
"What's the point of saying it?" Jiang Jinjiu patted his shoulder and said with a joking smile, "But the fight between us was indeed agreed a few days ago. Give your peach blossoms to others."
"Okay, go quickly, Fellow Daoist Zhan is already waiting for you." Cen Xi turned around and held out his hand, "Fellow Daoist Yu, let's enter the observation room."
Cen Xi sat down in the front row of the viewing platform and saw Zhan Changfeng standing next to a heavy sword. The sword grid was made of pure black metal, with a hollow Tai Chi pattern in the middle. Under the sword grid was a dark golden blade, which was heavy and simple. .
"Hey." Cen Xi couldn't sit still at the moment, "Fellow Taoist Zhan is a sword cultivator?"
Although Fa Xiu can control the sword to attack, she rarely uses this kind of heavy sword, which can only mean that she uses a sword.
The outcome of this battle can be predicted based on the weapons. As the saying goes, an inch long is strong, and an inch short is dangerous. Although swords, guns, knives and sticks go hand in hand, the power of gunsmiths is even stronger.
As far as he knew, the gun that was about to enter the wine had defeated many powerful sword cultivators in seconds.
Yu Sheng rarely sees Zhan Changfeng take action, but this person is both thunderous and artistic. Even if he holds a sword, he is not a dedicated swordsman, "Not necessarily."
As soon as the words came out, the two knew that they didn't know Zhan Changfeng well enough. Otherwise, how could one ask whether he was a sword cultivator, and how could the other answer "not necessarily".
The two of them silently stopped talking.
Gou Sheng, who had been waiting for more than half an hour, cried with joy, "The fight is finally about to begin."
Over there, Jiang Jinjiu entered the fighting room, glanced at the heavy sword, and said with a smile, "Your peach blossom is destined to be given to me today."
"For you who are standing, or for you who are lying down, that is a question." Zhan Changfeng held the hilt of the sword, and the sword seemed to disappear, leaving only a man who stood tall and tall like Canggu.
Jiang Jin drank and suppressed his smile, his eyes were stern, and the spear in his hand started to buzz.
This gun is two feet long and weighs ninety-nine kilograms. The body of the gun has a blood line shaped like a dragon. It spirals up from the dragon tail-shaped gun at the bottom to the dragon head at the end of the gun. The head of the gun is a dragon tongue. , flame-shaped, its name is the Eight Treasures Panlong Spear.
"My spear has a sharp point and will kill you if you hit it. The gun body is heavy and you will die if you sweep it away. Do fellow Taoists still use swords to resist?"
"I have to give this a try." Zhan Changfeng made an appointment with Jin Jin to have a drink with him. It was because of the military training technique she had obtained before, the Proud Qin Spear. She suddenly thought that she hoped to have a battle with the gun master. It naturally came into her sight.
She also asked Jin Buhuan to get to know his background. He was ranked number one on the critical double list. He often traveled alone in all walks of life. He acted unruly and his origins were unknown. His marksmanship was superb and he had few enemies.
"Okay, I didn't meet you at the Haihai Conference. Today is just the day to make up for the regret. Unfortunately, I thought you were a formation cultivator." Regardless of the strength of the formation cultivator, the level of trouble is first-class. His gun entered In the formation, it remains to be seen whether there is room for it to be used.
"If you wish, I can be too."
"Forget it, let's have a real fight." The breathing and breathing of the wine are closely linked to the Eight Treasures Panlong Spear, and the Eight Treasures Pandragon Gun seems to be breathing and alive because of this. Smart and powerful.
When he came up, he hit a straight shot, straight and straight, like a dragon emerging from the sea, roaring wildly. Zhan Changfeng did not evade, he thrust straight with his sword, his strength was dignified, the tip of the sword stuck to the tip of the spear, the two forces of overweight collided, refusing to give in to each other.
Jiang Jinjiu felt the strange force coming from the tip of the gun, his eyes narrowed, he held the front part of the gun with his left hand and moved it around, and the tip of the gun drew an arc and sucked the tip of the sword.
There was a tug on the sword. Zhan Changfeng flicked his wrist, opened the spear, and slashed with a quick step. He flew Jinjiu away diagonally, and stabbed her in the back with a spear. She turned her sword back, and with a clang, the blade Hitting the tip of the spear, the sound shook the soul.
Jiang Jinjiu caught the slashed sword with burning eyes. He had fought against real swordsmen many times, but it was easy to find flaws in their clever sword moves. She defeated the enemy with one move, but her moves were mediocre. Strangely, it goes straight forward, with great power and power, but it makes it impossible for people to start and defend. The only way is to attack.
"That's not enough. If you want to defeat me, there is no way." Jiang Jinjiu walked like wind and sneaked like nails. The speed of his gun suddenly increased, and there were thousands of gun shadows under one thrust.
Cen Xi's eyes were sore and his consciousness was tense. Those thousands of gun shadows were not phantoms, but real spear stabs!
At the moment when one shot is fired, thousands of spears are fired, and the stabbing speed is so fast that it is impossible to guard against it. This is the thief among soldiers!
On the word Kuai, Zhan Changfeng was half a point weaker. The heavy sword could not intercept all the attacks. A spear thrust grazed her shoulder, leaving a bloody wound. She turned the sword blade and waved out the sky-covering sword shadow, obliterating it. The sword intent of his spiritual consciousness attacking his heart and soul cut down the power of the spear, and attacked Jiang Jinjiu. Jiang Jinjiu pursed his lips tightly, sheathed the spear like a tiger entering a hole, "Panlong Domain!"
The spear intention turned into a black dragon, hovering around the body, like the most powerful guardian spirit, resisting all difficulties and dangers, and wearing away the sword intention!
"This battle is more exciting than expected." As soon as Panlongyu came out, Cen Xi knew that he was serious. He had never seen him use Panlongyu in a battle.
Yu Sheng nodded and started now. Zhan Changfeng had many tricks, including the thunder she knew and the Hongchen she had used in her hundred consecutive victories.
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