Luo Cheng and Zilong stood with their spears, and their two eyes met in the air, faintly sparks. The two of them circled around the center of the martial arts training ground, and slowly walked around for half a circle, during which they looked at each other and had a certain number of each other's strength.

"Are you that Zhao Yun?" the silver-white armored young man raised the tip of his spear slightly.

"Exactly. Zilong didn't salute either, the steel gun in his hand shook, and the tail of the gun hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

Luo Cheng was obviously serious. Unlike when he fought against Zhang Ju, this time Luo Cheng dragged his gun and rushed straight to Zilongmian Gate. The silver spear drew a deep and straight mark on the concrete ground, and the tip of the spear carried sparks, charging all the way, and the power should not be underestimated. Zilong didn't dodge, as if he wanted to compete with him, he stood upright, just waiting for Luo Cheng to stab out in the face, propped up the steel gun in front, and crooked Luo Cheng's gun path when he touched it. Luo Cheng saw that the tip of his spear stabbed Zilong's handle impartially, and his delicate eyebrows immediately locked, making it look a little heavier.

The second general fought four or five times in the heart, all of them were Luo Cheng's first, with fast guns and heavy guns at the same time, the movements were refined and the momentum was rapid, but he had never stabbed Zilong once. I could see that Zilong was grinding Luo Cheng's temperament. When a person is first angry, his strength is also great and courageous, and it will be somewhat uncomfortable for me to go to a hard encounter with him, and when this person has vented the fire in his heart and has not yet regained his composure, it is the time when he has the most flaws. Sure enough, Zilong calmly blocked the sharp silver iron, while paying attention to Luo Cheng's footsteps and breathing. Luo Cheng fell into Zilong's trap step by step, and the tiger pounced on the wolf just now gradually became unable to make it, and the scene changed into a state of deer leaping and running. The young general continued to relay the ground, jumped four or five feet to Zilong, took advantage of the situation and lightly picked up a shot, was blocked by Zilong and retreated to the oblique side, relying on his strong arm strength to turn his gun at a right angle, and then hit it out on the side. Zilong couldn't take the gun seriously, so he took a slight step, opened his body and stepped forward, letting the gun pass through his armpit, and then clamped his arm. Na Luo wanted to stab Zilong again when he turned around, but he didn't expect the blade in his hand to be bound, not only could he not draw the gun, but was picked up by Zilong.

"But that's it. Zilong shouted, spun in place and threw Luo Cheng down, "If you still have any ability, just take it out!"

"When—"

The silver spear fell to the ground, and Zilong stood, staring at the young general from a height. How willing the young general was, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the handle of the gun with one hand, and clasped the cold and hard ground with the other. "Ho-" Luo Cheng suddenly exerted force, and his hand that was clasping the ground was stretched out like a tiger, and it actually collapsed the surface of the cement pouring, and pushed him up. The young general shook his body, shook off the dust, and shouted, "It's only now to start." ”

"Let me see your Yin Qi attributes. Zilong shook the spear in his hand again, rolling up a small snowstorm, "See if I can freeze your pride." ”

"What a coincidence!" Luo Cheng smiled, and the silver-gray runes spread like ripples with this smile, swimming to every inch of his skin, imprinting every piece of his armor. I see that this rune is extremely light when it flows, and the lines are like auspicious clouds, just like a dragon soaring through the clouds and seeing the sun. Luo Cheng's talisman fire was thin and light, not like a flame but like a cloud of mist. At this time, I was looking at him, and he was worthy of the name of Luo Cheng, who was like a son of God.

Zilong's eyes lit up and he responded with equally bright runes, and snow fell around him. Gong Yu and I looked at each other and smiled faintly, and my heart should be more energetic. Column generals against column generals, winning or losing here is purely based on the tactics of strength, and there is no room for any reason to refute it.

"Thou hast changed your temper and driven the wind, just like me. ”

The second general didn't say anything more, and rushed to one place to fight. Zilong didn't dare to be careless, and fired three shots in a row, each of which was wrapped in ice and frost and snow, lowering the temperature of the place he passed. However, it was not useful to deal with Luo Cheng's cold air, the frost and snow fragments were too small, and before they could get close to Luo Cheng's body, they were blown away by a small whirlwind. At the beginning, Zilong was able to suppress Lian Po, and it was precisely by relying on this frost and snow to block Lian Po's actions that Lian Po was dealt a heavy blow.

The corners of Luo Cheng's mouth were the same, and he kicked Zilong with his gun and kicked Zhongzilong's chest. The two of them took advantage of this to separate, and each stopped, slowly spinning around the center, and their eyes did not leave each other for a moment, as if they were thinking of countermeasures. I asked in a low voice if the cold qi that Lian Po Zilong relied on couldn't be exerted, and if there would be a mistake. Lian Po shook his head, smiled and said that he would know if he read on. He looks like he has a lot of money in his chest, and he should have seen through the situation. Looking at Gong Yu again, he was already a little proud at this time, a pair of black and shiny high heels rhythmically knocked on the ground, making a clicking sound, but a black overalls were slightly cramped, and it was still the one that didn't fit well.

There are already a lot of people standing on the edge of the martial arts training ground: the talented teacher Fan Xihu and his military general Zhang Ju, the new president Hu Cheng, the old investigator Wang Shenghe, and here I and Teacher Guo and Lian Po. Everyone was talking, pointing at the two generals, and they all scrambled to state their opinions and predict some results. Zilong and Luo Cheng were not very satisfied, and looked at their soul masters separately. Of course, I understood what this meant, so I said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the two generals will perform martial arts, regardless of victory or defeat, and I hope everyone can be quiet." "I thought the investigators, who were older than me, would boo in disdain, but in reality every one of them nodded at me and was silenced. I didn't feel comfortable with the stares, and although I knew there was no malice in them, their curiosity and prying eyes were sharp—they stared at my abdomen and ribs, as if they could see a few deep scars under my clothes, or ribs that had been connected to a foreign object.

A bunch of spectators.

Zilong and Luo Cheng's blades intersected, and the crisp sound of steel clashing drew everyone's attention. The battle situation was a little anxious, Zilong's cold air couldn't work, so he had to rely on martial arts to surround him, if it weren't for the other party's ability to use guns, he could break most of Zilong's moves, it shouldn't have been so difficult. The ice and snow unicorn became irritable, his eyes fluctuated, and the cold air dispersed. Seeing Zilong change like this, Luo Cheng's talisman fire burned more violently and brightly: "Zhao Zilong, you and I are still ranked, and the amount of yin qi is limited. It looks like you can't burn the flame anymore. ”

"You're pretty much there. ”

"Nope. The snow and ice you condense naturally cost a lot of money, and I just maintain the circulation of the breeze, and I basically don't pay anything. ”

"So what?"

The ice and snow unicorn shouted angrily, and the spear went forward, stabbing the door up, the heart, and the waist, and stabbed five or six shots in one breath, causing Luo Cheng to retreat again and again. No matter which shot is stabbed, it will make Luo Cheng lose his combat effectiveness in an instant, but Luo Cheng rode the wind and walked quickly, flashing like a spirit, simply doing whatever he wanted. Just one hit. Zilong jumped on the ground, not giving Luo Cheng the slightest time to move, and wanted to fall in the air to deliver the final blow. In the leap, Zilong burst out the last yin qi and formed a large ice shell, attached to the spear head, with a radius of one foot! Luo Cheng under the spear head was like facing an iceberg.

"Blow it away!" Luo Cheng's eyes flashed, he raised his gun and jumped up, fanning the whirlwind to meet it high. The huge ice pick and the silver spear carrying the whirlwind were opposite each other, and a huge amount of energy erupted, spreading out in mid-air, and the stone entered the Ping Lake, and the ripples rose at that time! The ice unicorn pressed down, and the dragon soared upward. The two giants are wrestling, biting. The strong wind cut through the ice shell, blowing open the ice edges in the sky, and also cut the handsome faces of Zilong and Luo Cheng. However, in the end, it was the upper hand that had the upper hand - the two held each other for a few seconds, Luo Cheng began to fall, and Zilong pressed down with more force, causing the tips of the spears to stagger and pierce Luo Cheng's back. Fortunately, only a layer of armor and a little flesh were cut along the surface, and he would have died.