Before he finished speaking, the spear in Lu Junyi's hand had already swung forward.
The big gun tassel is like a roaring dragon's mane, and the dagger-like gun blade. At the moment when the gun flower is swayed, the afterimages are layered, intertwined internally and externally, really like a thousand-petal lotus, growing out of thin air.
The fierce and fierce demon energy was like thousands of flower petals suddenly exploded from Lu Junyi's gun head, forming an overwhelming rain of energy that penetrated the air at a speed far exceeding the speed of sound. In front of Zhao Kuangyin.
Each piece of spear shadow energy, under the blessing of this extreme speed, has the power to almost penetrate a mountain cliff diagonally.
Buzz! ! ! !
The Panlong stick spun in Zhao Kuangyin's hands. Because the two ends of the stick contained too much power and moved too fast, the moment it started spinning, the air burst into flames and wrapped around the stick head.
This stick turned into a thick, round golden shield with many complicated patterns, and the shield was still burning with fierce and wild arrogance, smashing all the gun shadow qi energy that came in front of him. Broken, smashed.
Zhao Kuangyin's eyes did not fall on the energy of these gun shadows, but as if they had penetrated his own stick shadow and round shield, clearly locking on Lu Junyi's figure.
In his eyes, he seemed to be able to see two purple-black magic beads in Lu Junyi's chest, revolving around each other, releasing a strong and boundless demonic aura, making a vigorous and endless supplement to Lu Junyi's skills.
——The magic bead of Wuwei!
After all, there is a lot of erysipelas in the magic beads. For immortal masters who pursue purity, this kind of thing will only affect their performance, but for left-behinders like Fang La and Zhang Wanxian, it is useless to use it. hinder.
But among the strong men in this world, those who are truly most suitable for using this kind of magic beads must be those with strong bodies, fiery styles, and those who have practiced the demonic path to the level of treasure-bone gods and demons.
With two magic bead soldiers integrated into his body, Lu Junyi can make a throw at any time, squandering power that far exceeds the upper limit of his own cultivation level.
The gunfire like a rainstorm disappeared in a flash, and his whole figure had already followed the movement of a gun forward, as if he was riding a dragon, flying close to the ground, pressing a path as wide as two meters on the ground. Zhang, a long ditch three or four feet deep.
When the tip of his spear had pierced the center of Zhao Kuangyin's long stick and made a clanging sound, behind him, there was a large amount of soil and grass, shattering and splashing towards both sides of the long ditch.
At this moment, the tip of Lu Junyi's spear and the palm of Zhao Kuangyin were only separated by the diameter of a stick.
As long as there was even half a deviation, Lu Junyi's gun blade would slide past the Panlong stick and pierce Zhao Kuangyin's palm.
However, Zhao Kuangyin spread his fingers flat and rubbed the stick body first, moved a few inches away, and grasped the stick again.
All the changes were so imminent that it seemed as if time had stagnated and slowed down at this moment. Only after Zhao Kuangyin completed his actions did it start flowing again.
Golden light flashed, faster than two strikes of lightning.
The stick in Zhao Kuangyin's hand first hit Lu Junyi's gun with the longer end in front of the tiger's mouth. When the gun body shook slightly and bent, the shorter end of the stick hit Lu Junyi from below. .
With two blows, the force of Lu Junyi's gun was almost completely dissipated. The head of the gun bounced high, and the entire gun appeared in a crescent-like arc, dangerous and full.
Lu Junyi's eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were filled with a fighting spirit of surprise.
This kind of coping method is simply amazing!
Zhao Kuangyin's actual speed is not much faster than Lu Junyi, but because the action process he chooses is direct enough, the distance of movement of the wrist and fingers and the displacement of both ends of the long stick are much shorter than the process of Lu Junyi holding the gun and swinging his arms.
When the speed is similar, the shorter the process, the less time it takes to complete, so it is like achieving a crushing speed.
Being able to complete such a skillful operation under the influence of Lu Junyi's gun is enough to prove that the current Zhao Kuangyin is completely different from the state when he was just awakened and even his limbs seemed stiff.
Two hundred years ago, the strength that was unparalleled with guns and sticks and conquered the world finally began to be smoothly revealed in the human world two hundred years later.
Just when the fighting spirit was igniting in Lu Junyi's eyes, he stretched out his arms, as if he were using his arms as a thick rope. At this moment, he stretched his arms straight, pulling on his big gun, and suddenly took a big step back.
The gun was originally bent in a huge arc, with the gun head tilted upward, but when he retreated and pulled, the gun body was pulled parallel to the ground.
He retreated as if he were predicting the future, because at the moment he retreated, Zhao Kuangyin happened to take a big step forward.
The movements of the two were completely synchronized. The scenery flew away around them. Lu Junyi retreated a hundred feet, and Zhao Kuangyin also advanced a hundred feet.
In fact, it was Lu Junyi who started to retreat first, but Zhao Kuangyin pursued him too closely, making it impossible for any onlooker to tell the difference in time between the two people's movements.
The distance between them has only shortened by an insignificant amount.
"Well done!!!"
Zhao Kuangyin was also slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the other party responded so well.
While crashing through the air and retreating violently, Lu Junyi moved his hands forward and back, pressing the barrel of the gun. His arms suddenly tightened from a loose rope-like state, and the gun blade was slightly raised, reaching straight to the center of Zhao Kuangyin's collarbone.
Zhao Kuangyin originally leaned forward to pursue. Faced with such a shot, he only had to block it. If he could not stop the momentum, he would be penetrated through the torso and there was no way to avoid it.
As soon as he said it, he picked up the long Panlong stick in his hand and pushed it up diagonally.
Lu Junyi's spear was thrust upward at an angle, and the Panlong stick was able to hit just above the barrel of the spear, pushing the spear upward from the side.
The distance between the two people shortened, the stick tip rubbed against the gun shaft, and the gun blade grazed the side of Zhao Kuangyin's neck.
Lu Junyi's spear swayed and retracted, and the long barrel seemed to disappear in his tiger's mouth at that moment, leaving only a dagger-like blade in his hand.
Siluke
After swallowing and spitting out again, the gun barrel reappeared and the gun blade burst out, piercing the enemy's chest.
Zhao Kuangyin swung the head of his stick, pierced the gun tassel, and pressed hard on the gun barrel.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Junyi had already changed into thousands of postures for drawing the gun. Wherever his figure passed, there was almost no inch of air left under the chaotic trajectory of the spear, and everything was reduced to a vacuum.
The air waves first spread outward violently, and after their figures left, they quickly sucked in the debris and debris around them, making a sharp sound of air flow.
Like the rising and falling of big waves, boom! Bang! Bang! The vacuum areas are gradually closed.
But Lu Junyi's gun could never really hit Zhao Kuangyin. Every time he fired his gun, he could only retreat again to try for more opportunities to shoot.
The process of their fighting with guns and sticks looked like two afterimages that were biting and swaying away.
But these two afterimages were getting closer and closer to Guan Luoyang, or in other words, Lu Junyi was forced to move in that direction without knowing it.
The world is so vast, and there are so many wild places, and magic masters can even fly into the sky and into the earth. If they want to retreat, there are thousands of angles and thousands of routes.
However, Zhao Kuangyin's stick skills were vaguely occupying the back roads of this vast world.
When Zhao Kuangyin held the golden and intricately decorated long stick, it was like a thousand-headed dragon kings, seemingly invisible among the aliens, entrenching the sharp-toothed dragon heads waiting for blood. On every route, people are afraid to step on it, forcing Lu Junyi to only go on this road.
Lin Lingsu looked solemn, surrounded by milky white fairy aura, and the fairy songs turned into thunder, rain and mist.
The electric light traveled leisurely and slowly, and along with the pure white rain and mist drifting by, war drums and thunder appeared in the sky, and one pure white god general after another stood in the sky.
The electric light pierced softly and snaked across the ground, and one after another three-foot-high pure white altars grew on the ground, holding whips, maces, hammers, chisels, pipas, fire wheels, banana fans, and large flags. A distinguished spiritual official walked down from these altars.
"Shen Xiao Da Lei Lang Shu" is said to be the ninth sky in the sky, and the Shen Xiao is the highest. It can sense the gods and generals of the heavens and the immortal officials, and use the pure thunder and immortal energy to transform into gods and conquer all enemies.
This is the first time he has used this level of lightning since he was dug out. In fact, even when he single-handedly revitalized the Taoist system, he only pushed his lightning to this level twice. Just times.
"The Holy Sky is the most holy, the gods obey orders!!!"
Lin Lingsu pointed forward, her eyes and lips were as silver as mercury, completely inhuman. She softly uttered a word in her mouth, but thunder exploded in response.
"go!"
From the corner of his eye, Zhao Kuangyin suddenly caught a glimpse of a pure white divine general on his right. He raised the equally pure white Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand and struck it down at him. With a slight deflection of the stick head, he penetrated the divine general.
However, the god general's chest was broken, and Fang Tian's painted halberd struck down as usual, sending a large piece of fire and electricity on Zhao Kuangyin's forehead.
Zhao Kuangyin's face darkened, and with a slight turn of the stick, he stirred the entire god general into a thunder and lightning vortex that revolved around the Panlong stick. His strong demonic cultivation rushed into it, completely dispersing the thunder and annihilating it.
He moved his long stick horizontally and caught another shot from Lu Junyi, only to find that where the stick and the gun collided, divine generals appeared on both sides, slashing at him with one sword and the other at the same time.
These divine generals' spiritual officers are all transformed into pure white lightning, and naturally they can transform into lightning and act at any time.
In terms of pure movement speed, neither Lu Junyi nor Zhao Kuangyin would be able to catch up with Leiden physically.
Therefore, no matter how unpredictable their fighting movements are, these divine generals and spiritual officers can always intervene at the right time and will never collide with Lu Junyi by mistake.
The pure white lightning flashed rapidly, reflecting the changing light and shadow on the faces of Zhao Kuangyin and Lu Junyi. Their fight was still fierce, but the divine generals appeared densely around them like raindrops, constantly launching attacks on Zhao Kuangyin.
What's even more troublesome is that these divine generals' spiritual officers are not like ordinary thunder spells. They only have one strike and are unable to follow up.
If Zhao Kuangyin cannot completely dispel them, then even if they break limbs and pierce the torso, they will still attack again like real generals, and every move will be at the speed of thunder and lightning without any weight.
The only living person standing in front of Zhao Kuangyin was Lu Junyi, but he gradually felt like facing a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand enemies.
There are all kinds of obstacles in every move, and every move he makes will be entangled by thousands of residual lightnings.
At Liu Hunkang's place, another altar that was completely different from Lin Lingsu's had already taken shape.
This altar has no celestial spirit, it just looks old and vicissitudes of life, even as old as the wild.
Even if this is actually a bluestone that has just been carved out of the soil, it can still convey the charm of layers of moss that have gone through the years.
The bluestones were piled up to form an eight-sided altar, and sixty-four earthen jars were formed, distributed step by step on the altar. These earthen jars and bluestones were engraved with bird, seal, and insect inscriptions.
Liu Hunkang held a jade ruler in his hand, looked at Zhao Kuangyin's figure in the distance, and tapped it in the air.
Ding!
The sound of jade stones striking each other came from nowhere, and smoke curled up from the sixty-four earthen jars one after another from the outer circle to the inner circle.
The green smoke blurred Liu Hunchang's figure. Although he seemed to be still here, he seemed to be in another world. Half of his feet were in the netherworld, and the other half was in the fairyland. There was only a glimmer of light looking at the human world.
The jade ruler tinkled softly from the flowing spring, accompanied by the hymn of a ghost or an ancient immortal.
"Xuan Yin Soul-Capturing Three Cuts Dharma Ribbon, I entrust it to Lord Qing Dao, as urgent as the law orders!"
Liu Hunkang's voice also became ancient and hazy, and he could vaguely see him picking up the jade ruler and slashing three times in a row, "One to cut off the heavenly soul, two to cut off the earthly soul and the quiet spring, and three to wipe out the human soul."
The so-called three souls of heaven, earth, and man respectively refer to a person's learning, understanding, and connection with the outside world, various perceptual abilities that a person gradually develops and matures, and the initial basic thinking ability starting from infancy.
Zhao Kuangyin was in the middle of a fierce battle when he suddenly blinked and became confused.
"What is this, how dare you harm me..."
As soon as the soul of heaven was broken, his mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, his knowledge was disordered, and his speech was incoherent, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Suddenly his feet tilted, and the feeling of a good piece of grass under his feet seemed to be that he had stepped into a bottomless quagmire.
The soul of the earth sank, as if slowly sliding towards the Nine Netherworld. His six senses were confused and the touch was no longer real. When he controlled the Panlong stick to collide with Lu Junyi's spear, he actually felt a strong sweetness from his own stick. What follows is incredible spiciness.
When the Thunder God General was smashed by the stick head, he felt that he smelled the ultimate fragrance, so fragrant that it made his internal organs aching.
The souls of heaven and earth were disturbed, and he was still drawing the stick, but then, his eyes were blank for a moment, as if he no longer existed.
There is nothing in the vast world.
Lu Junyi seized the opportunity, cheered up, shouted with anger, and in an instant, the demonic turbid energy spread to the sky and the earth.
Above the vast blue sky, dark clouds condensed inexplicably, surging and moving wildly. The skylight suddenly changed, the sun was dim, the surrounding scenery was blurred, and the ground shook like waves.
"Toruji Order!!!"
The earth cracked, spewing out magma and fire, which coincided with the trajectory of Lu Junyi's spear head drawn from bottom to top. The huge force of the tilt and bulge of the earth seemed to be condensed into this spear, hitting Zhao Kuangyin's body and killing him. Pick it up in the air.
Raindrops of lightning came to the surroundings, and densely packed figures of divine generals and spirit officers, regardless of distance or type of weapon, all rushed towards Zhao Kuangyin who was lifted into the air.
The three masters of the Immortal Art of Arms have tried their best at this moment!
"Success?"
Lin Lingsu didn't feel relaxed at all, recalling what Guan Luoyang said to him at that time.
"If the emperor and Zhao Kuangyin appear together, it goes without saying. They are shoulder to shoulder, and so are we."
"If only one of them appears, then after I deal with that one, you have to help me hold off the other one."
"It would be okay if the latter is the emperor. Although his foundation is deep and his fighting will is just like that, but if it is Zhao Kuangyin...well, fortunately, he cannot have the luck blessing of the emperor level. Just relying on his own foundation...you try your best That’s it.”
Lin Lingsu looked at the figure submerged in the lightning with all his concentration. Suddenly, he discovered something else was wrong.
The expression on Lu Junyi's face changed drastically. The blue veins on his forehead stood out. His mouth slowly opened, his lips tightened, and his teeth were white and exposed. A few bright red roots were exposed. He seemed to be roaring, but There is no sound.
It's just that his upward shot clearly erupted with greater force, and there was already a slight sound of being overwhelmed by the gun barrel.
Suddenly, Lin Lingsu heard a muffled groan from beside her.
Liu Hunkang's hazy figure trembled, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the green smoke on the sixty-four earthen jars burned violently, burst out, twisted, and collapsed.
All the writings on the altar and earthen jars were like ashes that were about to disintegrate, gradually losing their shape.
The next moment, many thunder lights were also split apart, and it was a jade-colored brilliance that flew out of pure white lightning.
The generous sapphire ax was spinning unsteadily, lingering around Zhao Kuangyin, with the golden stick blocking the tip of the spear.
Zhao Kuangyin, who should have been in chaos, pressed the stick forward.
The gun in Lu Junyi's hand could no longer produce the second change. The neck of the gun was broken directly, the barrel of the gun was completely shattered, and the head of the gun shot back, piercing his right shoulder.
Zhao Kuangyin fell from the air, Lu Junyi said nothing, the Wuwei Magic Pearl fell into his palms, he held it with two fists, using his fists instead of guns, creating the momentum of thousands of troops.
More cracks burst out from the lava fire on the ground, and the fire waves rose up to a height of more than ten feet. The broken ground tilted piece by piece. With his boxing and spear skills, he secretly controlled these tilting forces and crashed into Zhao Kuangyin.
Zhao Kuangyin's long stick pressed forward, approaching the various changes in Lu Junyi's marksmanship. It brushed Lu Junyi's fist from the edge, and most of the strength on his left arm was shattered.
The stick hit Lu Junyi's left shoulder. His left shoulder was completely shattered, and his whole body was smashed into the cracked ground.
Zhao Kuangyin stepped on the ground and took a step forward.
The Xuanyin soul-stirring three-cut method that turned the world into a quagmire stirred up thousands of mysterious and subtle ripples around him, but was reversed by his step.
Liu Hunkang could feel that it was more complicated than his three-cut magic weapon of heaven, earth and man. Something profound, the sea of worldly desires, and all kinds of poisonous miasma had in turn filled his spell, leaving him unable to do it. Avoid any chance.
Lin Lingsu let out a long roar, and the pure white fairy energy helped Liu Hunkang hold down the altar. He opened his arms, his sleeves fluttered, and his whole body turned into a crane that controlled the divine thunder, and various phantoms of the divine general and spiritual official. It spread out at an accelerated pace, became jagged, and was surrounded by people.
The jade ax was connected to one end of the Panlong stick.
The emperor swung his axe, and the ax broke through all kinds of thunder. The images of all the gods collapsed into pure white thunder and lightning, like a dense silk spider web, forming a three-dimensional structure, a hundred feet high.
The electric light floated between heaven and earth, frozen for a moment.
Lin Lingsu's figure flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
He could feel that every inch of his thunder was being targeted. It was not simply using force to break the spell, but the flaw in his thunder spell had been found in the previous short exchange.
If the dynasty's luck method can only be used for explosive bombing, then what kind of extreme is it?
The emperor controls luck and the world of mortals. It is an invisible and immaterial force, and it is also the most bizarre force in the world. When it is used, it should not be felt at all.
Only at the moment of failure will you be shocked to realize that you have been stained by the world of mortals, involved in desires, and have flaws everywhere.
"I have already recovered. What's the point of being like you?"
During this time, no one could stop Zhao Kuangyin from swinging his ax at Guan Luoyang after chanting for a long time.
The vast sky and earth are as vast as the sky and the sea, and they are as invisible as the sea. The deep and chaotic energy that accumulates endlessly converges into a seemingly non-existent force. Along with the axe, it strikes down on Guan Luoyang's head. .
