Chapter 1026: Killing Thirteen Shots

Brandishing his spear all the time, Zhao Wentian felt that his arms were a little sore, what is going on, how do you feel like you are completely led by the nose, there is no place to maneuver, you don't fall behind, you don't have the upper hand, it's completely a turn-based game, you play one round, I'm one big round, the two attack and defense are equal, and the amount of blood is too much, so I can't get a result at all.

Mai Xiaolong was not in a hurry, he slowly played with Zhao Wentian, he didn't want to leak his strength too much, otherwise it would hit these young people, he had to think about their future, and he couldn't lose the confidence to live because of himself.

Xia Wuji saw a burst of envy and admiration not far behind Mai Xiaolong, this is the strong, the real strong, that demeanor and that momentum, the face of the enemy is indifferent, there is no trace of nervousness, that is a person who has been fighting for a long time can have such a temperament.

Thinking that his face was not at the ground level, Xia Wuji felt a burst of guilt, if he was also a strong man, now the people who those girls outside admired should become himself!

"Hey, why did you stop, we haven't decided the winner yet, don't you want justice for your brother, don't you want to pay back fifty times, just now I slapped your brother five times, and he still owes me five slaps, I haven't forgotten it."

"You slapped my brother five times, and I gave you two hundred and fifty slaps, and I did what I said."

Mai Xiaolong shrugged his shoulders lightly, and said with an indifferent look: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it, I see that you are panting, it seems that it is not good, the young people now, they have no strength and still pretend to be forced, they are really not restrained at all, young people should be more stable, even if you want to pretend to be forced, you have to find the right object!" ”

This sentence was so harsh in Zhao Wentian's ears, Mai Xiaolong was the same age as himself, but he spoke to himself in a tone of lessons, and it felt like he was really a naïve child in front of him.

"Your mouth cannon skills are full, you keep talking about it, aren't you also a young man, who are you with, Lao Tzu must teach you a lesson today."

"No, no, no, I admit that I am also a young man, but I don't pretend to be forced, unlike you, if you don't agree, you want to go to heaven."

Zhao Wentian was enraged again, the anger in his heart was burning, the small universe was about to explode, and the arm holding the spear looked like it was bruised because of excessive force, and it was still trembling slightly, which made people panic.

"Thirteen robberies for life." Zhao Wentian shouted, and then saw him wave the spear in his hand and pounce, shot after shot, very exquisite, fast and very coherent.

Mai Xiaolong was forced to retreat again and again, and the generals in his hands kept hitting Zhao Wentian's spear, and the sound of metal resonance continued to echo in this pavilion.

Xia Wuji followed back with a panicked face, because if he didn't retreat, he might be affected, fall into a place of no return, and give Mai Xiaolong a lot of trouble.

"Oh my God, he can actually force Brother Wen Tian to use thirteen deadly shots, how strong is this person, even Brother Wen Tian has fallen into such a passive situation." Some of the female disciples of the Zhao family muttered in surprise.

Hearing this, Zhao Wenfeng covered his swollen face, and he couldn't say anything if he wanted to speak, there were less than ten teeth left in his mouth, and as soon as he spoke, the wind leaked, making him feel cold in his mouth, and his heart was cold!

It's cool and his own fiery heart, originally before Mai Xiaolong came, he was out of the limelight in this pavilion, pretending to be like the wind, but after Mai Xiaolong came, not only did his appetite drop greatly, but he also couldn't speak well, and no one looked at him pretending to be forced, but now Xia Wuji was out of the limelight.

Zhao Wenfeng is now only looking forward to his eldest brother being able to defeat Mai Xiaolong and regain his confidence in pretending to be forced, otherwise, he will not dare to come to this pavilion in the future, and he will be embarrassed!

The thirteen deadly shots are still being used, the power is getting bigger and bigger, the power of each shot is superimposing, one shot is more fierce than the other, Mai Xiaolong is a little overwhelmed, he has to increase his strength by one point, otherwise he will maintain the same strength as him, and it will be a little difficult to keep the same strength as him!

After the last blow, Zhao Wentian looked at Mai Xiaolong, who was still not hurt at all, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes, the thirteen shots were his strongest moves, which contained superb marksmanship, coupled with the perfect fusion of true qi and divine sense, the thirteen shots that killed could be described as killing guns.

However, his most confident move was easily resolved, such a big blow made Zhao Wentian unacceptable, making him feel so helpless, just now he obviously felt that Mai Xiaolong's strength was a little stronger than before.

"Ho ho, your thirteen deadly shots are so dangerous, I almost knelt down, but if you only have such a little means, then you can finish the five slaps for your brother, I have to fulfill my words, otherwise I will be ashamed of my conscience!"

Mai Xiaolong's face turned cold, and he walked towards Zhao Wentian slowly, without showing any strength, still showing his usual plain appearance, without a trace of waves.

How could Zhao Wentian be so willing, although his strongest move did not cause damage to Mai Xiaolong, it did not mean that he could not fight now, there was still a lot of true qi in his body, and the thirteen shots that killed him were marksmanship skills, and the need for true qi was not much, but it was very consuming of his physical energy.

Seeing that Zhao Wentian continued to resist, Mai Xiaolong exerted his speed to the extreme, and for a while he actually left an afterimage of the Dao in place, and the next moment his figure appeared in front of Zhao Wentian like a ghost.

With a "snap", Zhao Wentian was slapped firmly, the hot pain directly hurt to the deepest part of his heart, this slap seemed to be slapping his soul hard, he covered his face and looked at Mai Xiaolong in disbelief.

This crisp sound directly made the atmosphere eerily quiet, and the people who were screaming and cheering just now all stopped, and looked at Zhao Wentian who was covering his face in the pavilion with stunned eyes, and Mai Xiaolong, who had an indifferent face.

After the silence, there were bursts of applause, and some girls were so excited that they hugged the girls next to them, and there were tears in the corners of their eyes, which were so excited that they could not be attached.

There was another crisp sound of "pop", and Mai Xiaolong then slapped him again, and then grinned: "There are three more slaps, alas, my hands are a little numb from the beating." ”

After that, Mai Xiaolong raised his hand again and slapped him three times in a row, and all of the "pop" fell on Zhao Wentian's face, making his face swell instantly, and a few teeth in a mouthful of blood were lying quietly on the ground, looking so abrupt in the bright red blood.