Yang Zhaowu lay on his stomach in the grass, looking at the small hill in front of him, where there was a man in black, staring intently at the bottom of the mountain. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Directly lurking is afraid that he will not be able to go up, Yang Zhaowu gently picked up a small stone and threw it to the left, Tianwei heard the wind, and really jumped out of the hill and slashed into the grass.

Yang Zhaowu seized the opportunity of his move, catapulted into the hill and ambushed, after the Tianwei shot missed, he found the plan, pursed his lips and blew, and immediately three more people came over.

"How?" One of the three people who came over asked.

"He's nearby, and a pebble flew out just now." First of all, the hill said the celestial guard.

"Search!" The four of them began their own searches.

Yang Zhaowu first dragged the Tianwei who had returned to the hill to search into the bushes, and after quickly cutting his throat, he disappeared again in an instant.

Hearing that the sound was wrong, the other three Tianwei fell back again, and Yang Zhaowu first hung upside down from the tree and cut the neck of the last person. Two more swift steps, the soft sword strangled the other man's neck. Now there is only one person left, Yang Zhaowu poured the soft sword into the internal force, and fought with the only one left in a lightning way!

A sword seals the throat!

Then Yang Zhaowu, no longer looking at the "dead" people who fell to the ground, rushed directly to the right front, and after so many times, for nearly half an hour, Yang Zhaowu had already killed thirty-eight people.

Yang Zhaowu had already approached the top of the mountain, and in front of him was a clearing, and two people in black armor could be seen, standing on the highest mountain rock.

Is this the man sent by the Holy One to guide him?

Yang Zhaowu was thinking about how to get over, when he suddenly heard "Coo, coo, coo!" ”

For a while, around the top of the mountain, there were still twelve people left in all directions, no longer hiding their figures, and appeared with various weapons in hand, forming a circle formation in the open space, blocking the way that Yang Zhaowu wanted to sneak up!

Yang Zhaowu's blood surged, and his pride was no longer hidden, and he walked out of the dark grass generously.

When the heavenly guards saw Yang Zhaowu come out, they quickly changed their formation, from a defensive circular formation to a triangular formation with both offense and defense.

Yang Zhaowu's handsome face no longer has an elegant scholarly atmosphere, and is full of perseverance to move forward. Under the moonlight, his whole body exuded a sense of war, tall and mighty like a god of war!

His eyes were blazing, he slowly buckled the soft sword in his hand back to the cuff, took off the gun bag from his back with his backhand, and unslowly loaded the fire gun, pulled a spear flower, and pointed directly at the person at the front of the triangle array.

The man held two knives in his hand and put on a posture of two flying swallows, Yang Zhaowu had a straight back and rushed directly with a gun.

The momentum of fearlessness shrouded him, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the spear had reached the front of Tianwei, and he blocked it with both swords, but he couldn't completely open it, he could only pass by his side. Yang Zhaowu turned his gun into a stick, and a "snake traveling thousands of miles" swept the feet of the heavenly guards, rushed into the center of the triangle array, and the triangle array was immediately dispersed.

However, the heavenly guards were well-trained and cooperated tacitly, and the triangular formation soon turned into an encirclement, surrounding Yang Zhaowu.

Yang Zhaowu was in front of the horizontal spear, and a type of "spark fire" rushed to attack, and the fire spear was crossed with thousands of gun shadows, only to hear the sound of "clanging" constantly, occasionally mixed with a few muffled snorts.

After this round of fierce fighting was over and the shadows of the guns dispersed, only five of the twelve heavenly guards remained, and the rest had been stabbed to the vital point and fell to the side and died.

The remaining five people quickly gathered together and formed a horizontal line, blocking Yang Zhaowu's way forward. Yang Zhaowu gasped slightly, he was also slashed twice just now, but he didn't hit the vital point, and there were five more people, and he had to rush to kill again.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, holding the gun in both hands, and the flame spear descended the mountain like a fierce tiger, and the spear conjured cold stars, provoking, plucking, dipping, and stabbing, instantly enveloping the five people.

Yang Zhaowu opened the empty door on his body, first locked the throat of the person in the middle with a spear, and one shot hit the throat, and he also suffered two swords, one in the arm and one in the calf.

Lao Lin frowned and said, "This Yang Zhaowu is too hard. ”

Doctor Mu said appreciatively: "Yes, I know that the smallest price is exchanged for the greatest victory!" ”

The war was still going on, and Yang Zhaowu had a spear in his hand, and he had the momentum of being a man who couldn't open it, and successively knocked down all five people at the cost of four wounds.

Then he calmly walked to the top of the mountain and stood in front of the wood divine doctor.

Doctor Mu patted his palm lightly, and used his internal force to suppress his voice in a low voice: "The marksmanship is good, very good-looking." ”

Yang Zhaowu frowned slightly: "My gun is for killing enemies on the battlefield, not for good-looking." ”

"Really? In my opinion, it's not much different from a showman. ”

As soon as the Wood Divine Doctor stretched out his hand, Lao Lin also took out two guns from his back, combined his hands and handed them to the Wooden Divine Doctor, and then jumped off the mountain rock.

"Come, take the mountains and rocks as the boundary, whoever falls first will be defeated." Doctor Mu put the spear behind him with one hand and said indifferently.

"Good! Please teach your seniors! Although Yang Zhaowu is not a fork, he also knows that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, and he does not trust the big, so he makes a move to "guide the way" to make a move to explore the truth and reality.

What the Wood Divine Doctor held in his hand was the Liaoyuan Spear that he had crisscrossed the battlefield in previous years, seven feet long and weighing 100 catties, which was made of thousand-year-old cold iron and extraterrestrial meteorites that had been tempered for three years. He has drunk the blood of countless barbarian generals, and although it has been sealed in the dust for nearly thirty years, it is still murderous and domineering!

Yang Zhaowu's flame spear flashed to the chest of the Wood Divine Doctor like lightning, the Wood Divine Doctor's body did not move, but the Liaoyuan Spear strangely pierced out from under his armpit, hitting the head of the Flame Spear.

Yang Zhaowu took three steps back, and then he stood firm, the hand of the Wood Divine Doctor was too magical, and he could dissolve this murderous shot without standing still, and he could also stab the weakest point of the Flame Spear's strength.

This is indeed a master, Yang Zhaowu's silent admiration ignited a raging fighting spirit, and he conjured the flame spear into a bowl-sized spear flower, like a cold plum and shot towards the wood god doctor.

The Wood Divine Doctor held the gun in his right hand, and stood still with one hand to thunder back, "Ding Ding" blocked the cold plum six degrees in a row, and the tip of the Wood Divine Doctor's fire spear hit the tip of the fire spear six times, Yang Zhaowu staggered back a step, feeling that his entire arm was numb.

Yang Zhaowu taught himself to become the Yang family gun, and he had never been so embarrassed, he concentrated his energy and slowly moved the internal force through his body, reinvigorated himself and used the Yang family gun to learn "flying sand and stones", and made a comeback to the wood god doctor again.

The Wood Divine Doctor wore a black helmet on his head, only revealing two domineering eyes, turning a blind eye to Yang Zhaowu's fierce offensive, and only holding a gun in his backhand to sweep Yang Zhaowu's lower plate. Yang Zhaowu only felt that if he wanted to continue the attack, he would be crippled if he was stabbed in both feet, so he could only withdraw the fierce offensive to provoke the Liaoyuan spear.

The tip of the Mu Shen Doctor's spear was a little on the ground, and the barrel of the gun bent out of a semi-arc, and suddenly let go of the barrel of the pistol and shot towards Yang Zhaowu's front door, Yang Zhaowu returned the gun to block, but was shocked by the power and took three steps back, and it had reached the edge of the mountain rock.

Yang Zhaowu secretly thought that the opponent's marksmanship was simply unpredictable, and he was afraid, knowing that he could no longer defeat the opponent with the fire rifle. He resolutely abandoned the spear, stuck the flame spear under the stone, and drew the cold star soft sword from his cuff, intending to fight in close combat.

Seeing Yang Zhaowu abandon the gun, the corners of his mouth under the helmet hooked up a shallow smile, and he also threw the Liaoyuan spear under the mountain rock, and met it with his bare hands.

Yang Zhaowu's soft sword is like a snake, directly taking the three ways of the wood doctor, the wood doctor formed a fist with both hands, and punched out, Yang Zhaowu was shocked to find that the strength was enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, even if he was lucky enough to stab the other party, he would be shocked and break the sternum, so he had to reverse the sword and brush the wrist of the wood doctor in order to protect himself.