The surrounding crowd just felt the cold killing intent permeating, and the five strong men who bore the brunt of it were not this feeling at all, it was like a soaring murderous aura that went straight into the pores, and the stimulation was like an electric shock. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yiming has the intention of carrying out the strong to the end in one fell swoop, and also has the intention of getting rid of the accomplices in the future.

However, what really made him unable to stop this killing intent was that he felt a kind of blade artistic conception in Fang Cai's shot, which was a kind of blade artistic conception that he placed behind, and he never thought that he would comprehend this artistic conception after the sword body ended.

Spear! Pole-handled weapons that gradually declined after the Sui and Tang dynasties.

At the beginning, when he was compiling Xiang Yu's overlord gun, he deduced and analyzed it in his mind, leaving traces of his subconscious.

Overlord gun, one of which has a great feature, is the gun Shen Lixiong, especially good at one-armed guns. However, it is difficult to find one of the people of later generations who can be as fierce as Xiang Yu, and the domineering killing method of one-handed killing with heavy guns gradually declined.

In the era of cold weapons, the generals fought the world on horseback, and most of the kills were to control the reins of the horse with one hand and copy the blade with the other. When fighting against each other, they will give up the reins and slash and slash, catch and fight.

This eliminates the need to control the crotch of the war horse, and only relies on the legs and heels to control the horse's movement. Because of this, there are many fierce generals on the battlefield, there are a lot less flexible dodge positions, and they fight hard to decide life and death.

Xiang Yu has the courage of 10,000 enemies, but he can drive a war horse with one hand and gallop flexibly, and with a heavy spear and a green dragon halberd in the other, he can kill with one hand.

The king is not a tyrant, it is not a lie.

Wen Yiming consistently came out with a fist sideways the day before yesterday, penetrating through the human body and bringing the inspiration of the one-handed overlord gun. Fang Cai deliberately concentrated his strength to break out with one hand, and under the weight of eight thousand, he faintly touched the artistic conception of charging on the battlefield with a horse and a lance, and then he had the urge to open his hips and shake the gun and divide the corpse.

The lance, similar to the gun, is also a long-handled weapon, but the spear head is distinguished, as if a long sword is placed at the head of the spear, characterized by a long blade and straight edge, which is specially designed for the battlefield to pierce the hand.

In the letter that Yun Duo brought back, it was also mentioned above that the essence of the lance lies in breaking its momentum with coherence, and he found a trace of the artistic conception of the original understanding of who else is the gun.

The artistic conception is new, and the touch is imminent, Wen Yiming is naturally unwilling to give up.

What is Shura, killing!

What is a lance?

A real purgatory murderer, only by killing the bloodstained can he see his true face and understand his meaning.

At this time, the dragon spear was gaining momentum in the retreating arm, and under the battle cry and sacrifice, the true vitality was raging and surging, rushing out in the cold killing intent.

A low roar is no longer enough to control the majestic battle spirit.

Only a roar can pour out the fierceness of the tide!

"Ho ah——!"

The steps of the forward rush under his feet are fast but not chaotic, like small broken steps inch by inch, like a horse's hooves stepping on a skeleton, clear with a dull broken tail.

If it wasn't for a show, the artistic conception in Wen Yiming's mind became clearer and clearer, and his eyes were red, as if Senluo Purgatory was in front of him.

It was almost natural, the shape was one and the brain was one, and under the subtle perception of the aura of concentration, he instinctively adjusted the chaotic angle of the three martial cultivators in front of him to an impossible perfect line.

The roar fell, and the broken steps disappeared!

Stop, the sound of heavy stomping!

'Poof——! ’

It's like a war horse standing neighing.

The dragon lance roared with a startling dragon groan.

'Whoa——! ’

The cups tremble, and the tiled houses fall into the dust!

The people in the tavern turned their eyes sideways, their pupils constricted, and the horror in their eyes was evident.

The five strong men had the cultivation of great martial arts, and they were struggling at this moment, and they were instantly deaf in that sky-breaking dragon roar, and it was terrible to smell at all.

The first three people who were controlled by Wen Yiming in the dragon spear were even more severe, their faces seemed to be cut by the fierce wind, and their skin and flesh were uneven and fluctuating, as if they had been squeezed by invisible fingers.

Wen Yiming felt his blood surging, and the rare idea of fighting bravely instantly gushed out with the outbreak of battle intent.

Standing and leaning forward with his long hands, the indomitable dragon spear sounded three sounds of entering the flesh in almost no particular order in the aftermath of the dragon's chanting, making the onlookers' heartbeats pound in an instant.

'Poof! Burst! Burst! ’

There was no expression of pain into the bone marrow, and the three people who were pierced through were like rock sugar gourds piercing the dragon spear, and their round eyes only had the light of the beginning of fear, without the slightest sense of gloom.

The speed is so fast that you die and the pain does not live.

The spear head behind the third person was pointed directly at the side chest of the fourth person, and the strong man actually felt a turbulent current rolling down his lower body, and he still couldn't hear a sound in his ears.

This time no one applauded, Wen Yiming burst into trouble suddenly, and after saying a word, he rushed to assault, and everyone only felt the illusion of cooling the air in between, and the next moment there were three more souls living and dying together, strung on the dragon spear like a dead barbecue quail.

Quiet!

Didn't last.

Drink again!

"Dead ——!"

Repeated, across the bow, dual-wielding the support gun to change the handle, the eight-thousand-pound dragon spear provoked the three of them in a wild roar.

'欻欻欻——! ’

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, the surrounding flesh and limbs were all over the wall, sprinkling blood and staining the air into a red mist, and the viscera that slid all over the ground rendered the tavern bloody, like a human flesh slaughterhouse.

"Uh... Vomit! ”

There are not a few martial arts cultivators who are hovering on the edge of life and death, but there are many people who are disgusting.

The two strong men who escaped death trembled with their feet, and held on for less than two seconds in the calm eyes of Wen Yiming's dragon spear, stepping on the organs and broken flesh of their companions and running away in unison, screaming like crazy 'ahhhhh

Wen Yiming put away his gun and stood upright, raised his head and closed his eyes slightly, and the artistic conception of the lance in his mind became clearer and clearer.

No one made a sound except for the sound of heavy breathing, and the tavern was as dead silent as if it were closed, out of the hustle and bustle of the past.

Cui Lang has swallowed the unpalatable saliva for the third time, looking at Wen Yiming's white hair flying back, he couldn't help but shudder, and his heart actually thought, I bet this guy is ten times more brutal than Gong Bin.

Everyone squirmed their lips, listening to each other's heavy breathing, and when they saw Wen Yiming close his eyes, they spontaneously thought that this killing god was enjoying the slaughter and blood in front of him.

Where did the god of killing come out? That's what everyone is saying.

Of course, more eyes were on the Ziyan Dragon Spear surrounded by dragons, and four words came to mind.

Guns come out like dragons!

Everyone present knew very well that the death of the three sugar gourds and Jiang Bo was as tragic as the unjust ghost who was pierced by a punch yesterday, and they all died in a panic, and they did not exert any desperate combat power at all.

Jiang Bo said that it was an impulsive fit to pounce, so he didn't think about defense; But the three gods of decay have always been cautious, and they are still killed by the killing god with one shot, or directly kill three times with one shot.

They also knew that with this kind of speed offensive, there was no way to release the martial arts, and the five revenants who died in the hands of this killing god in two consecutive days were all people with considerable combat power, but none of them exerted fifty percent of their power.

And it is this kind of offensive that suppresses the strength of the other party that is really terrifying.

Cultivation is high, useless! It is necessary to have equal combat effectiveness; Combat strength is useless! You have to have a chance to play.

This is the perfect crushing offensive that the Shura battle body has begun to show, which makes people feel helpless.