The fire burned in Yang Lin's eyes.
Li Xuwen obviously understood.
He smiled and said with approval: "This is the first time I see someone standing in front of me. I am not afraid, but I am happy to hear the battle."
With a flick of his finger, the spear trailing behind him spun like a wheel and stuck upside down on the ground with a bang.
More than ten pieces of water-polished floor tiles cracked, extending in all directions like a spider web.
"The world is ignorant and likes to think of my big gun as some kind of magic weapon. In fact, it is just an ordinary steel gun that a rural gunsmith spent three days and three nights building.
Just because it is in my hand, it has become famous and is known as the magic gun. "
Li Xuwen was obviously aroused and started talking freely.
"In addition to fists and kicks, I love spear moves the most in my life... From the beginning of martial arts training, I first pricked thin trees, then sorghum, pricked copper coin eyes during the day, and pricked incense heads at night...
Until one day, he was able to kill a mosquito falling on the mirror without damaging the mirror at all. His marksmanship became so perfect that no one in the world could resist him. "
Yang Lin listened and smiled: "It turns out that the old gentleman wants to compete with me in weapons."
He nodded without looking back and shouted softly: "Here comes the knife."
Before he started fighting Gong Baosen, he had already seen that Little Mushroom followed him with a knife in his hand.
No need to ask, my mother Liang Yingzhen must have told me to take this with her. She is the most attentive person in the family and will prepare every detail for everything.
Just by himself, the little mushroom must have followed carelessly and rushed over.
Hearing Yang Lin's greeting, Little Mushroom was worried. His reaction was half a step too slow, and he saw a golden-haired figure jumping out like a rabbit, "I'll come, I'll come. Master has something to do, and I will do my best."
The little princess Yingjili ran into the field with her long legs. She held the knife in her hand with a red face and said with a flattering smile: "Master, your knife will chop that black-faced old man hard without mercy.
Little Mushroom's brain reacts too slowly. Just take me out next time. "
Yang Lin took the knife speechlessly.
Do you think it’s a kid’s game?
Why hadn't he noticed before that this little princess actually had a funny personality?
In such a serious scene, he actually had a lot of fun fighting with Xiao Mushroom, openly and secretly, trying to undermine and belittle him, one after another.
"Go down."
Now is not the time to say anything more.
Yang Lin took the sword in his hand, threw away the scabbard, and gently slid his fingers over the mirror-white blade, smiling: "My sword was taken from Japan's Hokushin Itoryu Sato Juichirō.
The first time I got it, it killed people with blood, and cut off the head of the Beichen swordsman. It could barely be regarded as a murderous weapon.
Old gentleman, please be careful later, this Lengyue knife is very sharp. "
The sword is long and the spear is short.
To use a sword against a spear, to use a short attack to hit a long one, you are naturally at a disadvantage...
Yang Lin boasted about how hard it was to get this sword and how sharp it was. Naturally, he wanted to tell Li Xuwen, don't feel like you are taking advantage. My sword is good, but your gun is bad. We all have a fair fight.
"What a spirit."
A stiff smile appeared on Li Xuwen's dark face, but his eyes were still as cold as lightning. It could be seen that there was no fluctuation in his heart at all.
He has seen this situation many times.
No matter how powerful the weapon is, it will still turn into scrap metal in the end.
Because, in front of the magic gun, no weapon can withstand the force of a strike.
"Look at the gun."
Li Xuwen was obviously not good at words, and after saying so many words, in his opinion, he already looked up to Yang Lin, the new grandmaster.
When you see your opponent holding a knife in his hand, you don't waste any time and just do it.
Stretch your right foot forward, lightly kick the body of the gun with your toes, and grab the tail of the gun.
The wrist vibrated slightly, and the big gun turned over like a strange python, and with a buzzing sound, it vibrated an arc the size of a water tank.
The gun body is like a dragon playing in the water, and a bit of cold light has reached the eyes.
quick.
allow.
ruthless.
Everyone just saw Li Xuwen holding the gun in his hand and shaking it into a circle. He was ten meters away.
The next moment, he saw the cold light of the gun tip shining like a shooting star chasing the moon. It had pierced Yang Lin's throat and between his eyebrows.
He actually covered a distance of several meters in one step, with his hand steady and his gun steady, his steps steady and his body straight, as if he were sitting upright on a horse.
The tip of the gun screamed sharply, and it advanced through the wind, turning into three shadows with one shot. It was not sure where his final landing point would be.
The old man is worthy of the name of a magic gun. It is not yet clear how powerful it is.
Just looking at this marksmanship technique, it is truly amazing.
When Yang Lin saw the cold light entering his eyes, his eyebrows, throat, and chest all felt painful, and his hairs exploded.
He finally understood why the other party was called the best shot in the world.
In the face of this kind of strength and speed, let alone a refined steel gun, even an ordinary rotten wooden stick can break through stone and wood, and penetrate gold and iron.
What's more, the opponent's gun head vaguely vibrated a circular blade circle with a diameter of one meter, which was difficult to hide even if you wanted to.
It would be silly to break down the moves with this kind of spear skill.
The tip of the gun is like a needle, and the gun vibrates into a circle.
It seemed that only three targets were attacked, but in fact, Li Xuwen could attack any point within the circle.
Or the head, or the shoulders, or the chest and abdomen.
There is no fixed move, no fixed hand.
Change only depends on the mind.
If one person fails to cope with the situation and the other party attacks with all their strength, it will be much more tragic than a bullet hit.
Even at Yang Lin's current state, his body could not withstand a stab from the steel spear.
One shot after another pierced the bloody holes, the power shook, and the body was torn apart, that was absolutely certain.
Of course, you can withdraw.
However, in a duel between masters of the same level, retreating generally means defeat and death.
The barrel of the gun is inherently long.
An inch longer and an inch stronger, the speed of retreat can never be compared to someone chasing with one hand.
Therefore, Yang Lin did not retreat.
In a true battle between masters, getting started is the ultimate trick, because the enemy will not give you a chance to slowly increase your strength, nor will they let you reveal your trump cards bit by bit.
Just like Li Xuwen in front of him.
Really fight.
With one spear thrust out, you will see the difference immediately.
If you can't catch it, you will die.
There is no thought of showing any mercy at all.
…
Yang Lin's eyes were neither sad nor happy.
His mind was calm, as if the gun shadow in front of him did not exist in his eyes.
Countless days and nights, the scenes of killing Japanese pirates with heads rolling came to mind.
This is not a martial arts competition, but a bloody Shura field.
He swallowed it all in one breath.
The boiling blood is condensed with a layer of ice and snow, cold and cold.
His eyes were covered with red threads, and the sword light was already in full bloom.
Like plum blossoms on the snow, first one or two dots, and then they become one...
The stamens are blooming, and the snow is frosty.
The light of the knife is like petals, blooming in layers like waves.
It seems very slow, but in fact, it is extremely fast.
There was still light and shadow in everyone's eyes, and Li Xuwen's spear suddenly softened like a poisonous snake that had been struck seven inches.
Only then did the sound of heavy rain hitting bananas and the sound of dense steel clashing reach everyone's ears.
It's completely impossible to tell at that moment.
The two exchanged swords and guns several times, and made several killing moves.
With one move, Yang Lin made a plum blossom bloom on the snow, covering a three-foot radius around him into a sea of flowers. His arms suddenly grew in size, and the sword's light suddenly increased.
"It's not rude to come back without reciprocating, but you can also take a stab at me."
The blood in Yang Lin's eyes became more and more intense.
As the murderous aura increased, his body flashed and turned into a bright rainbow light.
The blade cut through the air with a strange roar, creating a long white ripple and slashing down towards Li Xuwen's head.
This knife.
It's like training with a horse.
The sword flashed, and everyone felt that all the lights in the hall had lost their color.
All he could see was the cold and cold glint of the sword that looked like a full moon.
It's like cutting through the void and cutting off the flowing water.
