A delicate exclamation has been heard from all the hidden corners.
Reality most of the time will disappoint people's imagination.
But this time...reality gave imagination a loud slap in the face.
Qin Changfeng, he is more perfect than many people imagine.
Regardless of anything else, just looking at this young man coming on horseback and carrying a gun makes people feel extraordinarily beautiful.
A sharp light flashed in Xie Qinghou's eyes, and the man had already flown down like a vulture, blocking the middle of the avenue.
"Hush!" the horse neighed, raising its front hooves high.
The young man on horseback is handsome and handsome.
"Qin Changfeng?" Xie Qinghou asked indifferently.
The young man on horseback cupped his fists and said, "That's right."
"I would like to advise you, leave Tianxia City, there is no place for you here." Xie Qinghou said sternly.
He is not such a petty person. He is known for his openness and generosity.
Just caring is chaos.
Emotional matters are the most confusing.
When Qin Changfeng heard this, he smiled softly: "I didn't have to come here, but since you don't allow me to enter the city today, I have to enter the city."
"Then you are looking for death!" Xie Qinghou glared and took action.
It's very unruly to act rashly like this.
If it's a deserted place and there's no one else around, that's fine.
But this place is the gate of Tianxia City, and Xie Qinghou's move is undoubtedly throwing his past reputation into the smelly water.
Once he takes action, it's no small matter.
There is the sound of wind and thunder in the left hand, and the energy wrapped around the right hand is like black clouds and mist.
Drawing the bow from left to right, tearing the sky and splitting the clouds, it is not only unpredictable, but also extremely fierce.
Generally speaking, martial arts that are too changeable will lack the power of strength, while fierce martial arts are open and closed with little change.
However, Xie Qinghou's palm technique is different. The left and right hands hold the bow differently, and the left and right bows complement each other, and have the potential to cooperate seamlessly.
This palm technique was originally a combined attack technique.
Feng Linhui dissolved the palm technique for combined strikes into one place and passed it to Xie Qinghou, just to test his talent. Now it seems that Xie Qinghou has learned very well, and this palm technique is also in line with his nature. When he uses it, it does have unusual power.
It's just that no matter how strong Xie Qinghou's palm skills are, it will be in vain when he meets Qin Changfeng.
Because Qin Changfeng is Feng Linwen.
Feng Linwen actually didn't know any marksmanship.
There is only one reason why he uses a spear... and that is to be handsome!
Most people in the martial arts world choose short weapons, firstly because they are easy to carry, and secondly because they pursue speed and change.
After all, the troops are fighting hand to hand, and most of them are small-scale infantry battles. Every inch is short and every inch is dangerous.
Those who choose to use long weapons, if they are not masters, can only be some stray soldiers.
Although Feng Linwen didn't know how to use a gun, when he used his gun, no one in the world could stop him.
quick!
A shot was fired out, turning into a silver bolt.
Xie Qinghou first flew out, and then in mid-air, he was seriously injured and vomited blood.
The next moment, the man had fallen under the martial monument, his face full of shock, unwillingness, and disbelief.
It's not like he never thought he would lose.
After all, there is no false person under the reputation, many things can be faked, but the lives of those dead green forest bandits will not be faked.
Being able to kill so many thieves traveling across states and provinces, Qin Changfeng's strength cannot be doubted.
However, he did not expect that he would lose in just one meeting and one round.
Xie Qinghou didn't even see how Qin Changfeng made his move.
The clatter of horse hooves passed lightly by Xie Qinghou's ears.
Qin Changfeng ignored him, as if he just gently brushed a wisp of dust off his body.
There were exclamations from behind, and then a series of detonations began.
This time, it was no longer just women who were exclamating. More people in the world began to talk about it and couldn't help sighing at the same time.
Boom!
A fat woman weighing nearly 200 pounds sat opposite Tang Ci, interrupting the confusion in Tang Ci's eyes.
"Hey! Fortune teller! Tell me quickly. When will I get married to Qin Shaoxia?"
Then he clenched his fist and said, "I'm warning you! If the calculation is not accurate, I will tear your bones apart."
What happened at the city gate quickly spread throughout Tianxia City.
Su Xiu is practicing swordplay in the martial arts field. His swordsmanship is mostly based on dexterity and cunning, but there are always dangerous and dangerous moves hidden in it.
Like a poisonous snake that always hides itself in the weeds, it will choose the best time to liberate its true evil from the complexity of the appearance, and use the fastest and simplest way to stab out the most deadly A sword.
A Wuzong disciple quickly approached and whispered beside Su Xiu, "Young Master! The Second Young Master has been defeated! What a great event! What a great event!"
Su Xiu frowned, and a sword energy split out, leaving deep sword marks on the blue brick floor, revealing his strong internal strength.
"Why is he so happy that he lost?" Su Xiu asked coldly.
The disciple said: "The second young master lost and his reputation was greatly reduced. Now as long as you can defeat the first young master, you will be the city lord in the future..."
Ding!
The sword flew quickly and was placed on the disciple's neck.
"This is not what you should say. And...it is not a happy event if the second brother loses. We can fight internally, but externally, we are all disciples of the Wuzong, and we are in the same spirit. He lost to an outsider, I must get this face back." After saying that, he put away his sword, turned around and ran out of the martial arts field.
The long street should have been bustling with activity.
But at this time, it felt a little desolate.
Wuzong disciples have blocked the streets and ends of the streets.
In the middle of the long street, there were only two people, Qin Changfeng and Su Xiu.
Ordinary people in the world cannot do anything in the city.
But Su Xiu, he is not an ordinary person, he is the disciple of the city lord, so of course he can be an exception.
"You defeated Xie Qinghou, and you did have two tricks. It's just that his methods, one simple and one complex, cooperated with each other, and the more you fought, the stronger you became. If you struggled with him, you would be evenly matched within ten moves, and after fifty moves , you are bound to fail. You must have explored his information a long time ago, but he knows nothing about you. You directly use all your strength with one blow to defeat him with the help of the power of the galloping horse. That is a trick, victory Without force."
"At this time, you and I have another fight. You will be defeated by my sword." Su Xiu confidently said to the young man in white clothes and silver spear.
Feng Linwen looked at Su Xiu, who was analyzing the situation fiercely, and really wanted to tell him... What you said makes sense, but it's all wrong.
On the other hand, the Wuzong disciples surrounding the long street all showed clear expressions.
If it was a trick, then everything would make sense.
Looking at 'Qin Changfeng' who had dismounted, all the disciples were waiting for Su Xiu to save face for the world's martial arts sect.
Ding!
Swords and spears clashed.
It's also a matter of a moment.
The long sword shattered inch by inch, and Su Xiu was knocked away and crashed directly into a nearby grocery store.
'Qin Changfeng' retracted his gun: "It seems...you are the same. The martial arts sect in the world is indeed amazing, but it is amazing because of Senior Yang Xiaoyun, not you. The four major disciples? They are just pretending to be powerful!"
