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Peng Yichen was carrying a long bamboo pole, but in just a few breaths, he had chased hundreds of meters away.

Feng Yuxiu was like a lone wolf with no back road in front, running with all his strength at every step.

The two men chased and fled, and they had already reached the top of the viaduct.

It is more than 20 meters above the ground here, and if it falls, even if Peng Yichen and Feng Yuxiu have the current skills, they will inevitably die of broken bones.

At this moment, Feng Yuxiu seemed to have found a suitable venue, suddenly stopped, and turned to look at Peng Yichen, who had caught up.

He smiled wickedly, and then jumped onto the concrete guardrail on the side of the viaduct.

The guardrail is about 1 meter above the ground and only thirty or forty centimeters wide

Feng Yuxiu is worthy of being a 'martial madman', he is going to die and be reborn.

Peng Yichen lifted the long pole in his hand and left all the distractions in his heart behind.

Warriors can fail, but they must not back down.

Even if it is an ordinary fight, the one who thinks about the consequences will inevitably lose!

Because if you consider the consequences, you will be soft, and if your hands are soft, you will not be ruthless, and you will have no strength!

If you have a fight, you have to fight to the death! Or don't fight!

Feng Yuxiu saw Peng Yichen jump on the guardrail and smiled with satisfaction.

Holding the end of the bamboo pole with both hands, the pole that was more than 3 meters long was actually held straight in the air by him.

His eyes were fixed on the other end of the pole, and there was no expression on his face.

At this moment, the momentum of his whole body seemed to have become nothing, and he was so engrossed in the tip of the gun that he even ignored Peng Yichen, an opponent.

The spear sets the two gods, and there is no other appearance and no one!

This Feng Yuxiu actually cultivated, a nearly lost marksmanship in Huaxia, Wang Zongyue Yin Fu Gun.

Peng Yichen pointed the long pole to the ground and used a dragging gun style, he knew that the other party must have learned countless national art secrets in the past three years, and he couldn't be careless.

"Please!"

"Good!"

More than 20 meters below the viaduct, there is an endless stream of vehicles.

On this crumbling cement guardrail, two peerless masters duel each other with spear skills.

The level of thrilling is no less than any super Hollywood action blockbuster.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Feng Yuxiu took the lead, the long pole in his hand, like a poisonous dragon drilling out of a hole, and the extremely tough bamboo pole was between the shaking of his hands. There was a sound louder than the ringing of the bell of the ancient temple in the mountains.

The tip of the pole even screamed with a piercing sonic boom that broke the air, and pierced directly into Peng Yichen's underground two roads.

The marksmanship he used, swaying, up or down, made people unpredictable in an instant, not knowing that this shot was coming to the waist. It's still running for the legs.

Tie the leg muscles and bones, pierce the waist and liver and gallbladder cracks!

is stabbing people's lives, and stabbing ghosts and gods are frightened!

This is the power of spearmanship, the limit of boxing, and the limit of cold weapons.

I saw Feng Yuxiu's unpretentious spear. Peng Yichen even doubted that the power of this shot could pierce a car!

In the face of the impact of this marksmanship, the only way to deal with it is to dodge the straight line attack of the long pole.

But. Now Peng Yichen and Feng Yuxiu are on a cement guardrail less than half a meter wide.

On one side is the ground more than 20 meters high, and if you jump down, you will definitely die.

Jumping to the other side, his body will immediately be 1 meter shorter than the other party, facing a master like Feng Yuxiu, if he is given the advantage of the above attack, Peng Yichen will not be able to resist for a moment and a half, and he will definitely be stabbed to death by him.

But Peng Yichen is not an ordinary master of national arts after all, he is a great master of national arts that is rare to see in a hundred years.

The moment before Feng Yuxiu had not yet shot, the skin under Peng Yichen's armpit began to beat suddenly, and he felt like he was being targeted by a hungry wolf.

In an instant, he knew that the opponent's shot must be running towards his armpit and going straight to the heart!

A little under the skin of the armpit is the heart, and the collapse of the fist and the elbow in the boxing technique, as soon as the body is pushed against the soft armpit, the heart is injured.

Peng Yichen's perception and sensitivity have reached the level of 'anticipating the enemy'.

So when the long pole sealed in Yu Xiu's hand went straight to his middle and lower road, Peng Yichen didn't pay attention to it, holding the pole in both hands, the front hand was like a tube, and the back hand was holding the pole handle.

Suddenly, I rotated the whole long rod to the left with my hand, so that the tip of the rod was wound down to the left to form a semicircle.

This is the blocking gun in Xingyi boxing and gunfighting!

Woo woo woo,

The long pole drew an arc in mid-air, making a ghostly howl sound, mixed with the sound of gold and iron resonating like wind swords and iron swords.

The front hand is like a tube, the back hand is like a lock, the handle is not away from the waist, and the force reaches the tip of the gun.

Peng Yichen condensed all his essence, energy, strength, bones, and spirit, and violently shot a blocking gun.

The front end of the big pole erupted with a mighty momentum, like a huge wave sweeping through a thousand armies in the sea, wanting to tear apart everything that stood in its way.

The spear duel is too dangerous, ten times more dangerous than the fist and foot against the enemy.

In a sense, the spear duel is a sublimation of the boxing duel. It's a naked stabbing and killing trick.

Bang! Bang!

The two large poles collided, and a huge roar erupted, although it was not as strong as the metal gun shaft when it collided, but the bamboo was extremely tough.

Every time it bounces, it contains an incomparably dangerous killing intent!

Peng Yichen's shot finally cleared the fatal shot that Feng Yuxiu stabbed under his armpit.

After pushing it away, Peng Yichen didn't spare his hand, straightened the bamboo pole directly, and stabbed out a shot.

Peng Yichen's counterattack was extremely simple, without any false moves, just hands on his waist. The long pole shrank back, and then shot out diagonally, piercing the head of the sealed cultivator!

This shot refers to which to poke, there is no change, straight to the point.

The strength and strength of this shot have almost reached the peak of Peng Yichen.

His feet were propped up, and his bones were stretched. The spine was straightened, the neck was stretched sharply, the whole body leaned forward, and the whole person was like a spring that had been compressed to the extreme.

Carry a gun with your body, take off like a rocket ignition, and pierce the sky!

"Gao Tanma!"

Feng Yuxiu shouted.

This is the most simple ancient battlefield gunnery in Xingyi Boxing's gunnery. High momentum, one shot through the brain!

The "Gao Tan Ma" move in Tai Chi also evolved from this spear technique.

Peng Yichen's shot is gone, and it never goes back, and it doesn't penetrate Feng Yuxiu's head, and he never looks back.

At this time, Feng Yuxiu's scalp throbbed violently, his hair stood straight as if he was overpowered, but his eyes were still resolute and fierce.

Stuck to his long pole. I didn't look at Peng Yichen's gunfire at all.

He pressed the end of the pole with his back hand, and his front hand was brave and forceful, his whole body was full of qi and blood, his horse was steady, and the clothes on his upper body were torn apart by the bulging muscles, making a series of crashing sounds.

I saw that under the press of his back hand, the tip of the long pole in front of him suddenly looked like a divine dragon, slamming the ground with its tail, and then bounced upward.

This is the Broken Gun style in the Yin Talisman Gun!

This move was ruthless and decisive, but in three or two moves, Feng Yuxiu used all his strength to fight Peng Yichen to the death.