Long Aotian didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and Li Hongtu, who had already seen Zhao Wenqi's strength, also chose not to retreat, which couldn't help but make people feel incredible.

It stands to reason that Li Hongtu, as the king of a country, should have left under the steps given by Zhao Wenqi, instead of staying here like an ordinary martial artist to fight bravely and fiercely like he is now.

Li Hongtu has his own ideas.

He had a great longing for the Northern Song Dynasty military god, and now he met the number one in the world who once defeated Guo Yi. Li Hongtu wanted to fight with all his strength no matter what.

And the most important thing is that the bravery of the Yong people has long been deeply engraved in their bones.

In the past hundred years, no matter how strong the enemy is, the Yong people have never been cowardly.

Yongren has never been afraid of death.

Li Hongtu, who is the lord of Dayong, will not back down.

The unyielding that melted into his blood did not allow him to retreat.

Forward, only forward.

Li Hongtu, who burst out with a terrifying momentum, rushed towards Zhao Wenqi with a gun.

His speed was getting faster and faster, and the people behind him could barely see his shadow.

Just in the blink of an eye, Li Hongtu rushed to Zhao Wenqi.

If it weren't for the footprints on the ground, everyone would have thought that he had crossed that long distance and appeared directly on the line drawn by Zhao Wenqi.

Li Hongtu raised the silver spear in his hand, his movements seemed to be slow, but in fact they were extremely fast. And amazingly, wherever his hand passed, there was a silver spear hanging in the air.

Unlike the previous very vague shadow of the gun, this time the silver gun looked full of realism, and the appearance was the same as the one he used.

In a moment, counting the rod in Li Hong's hand, a total of fourteen silver spears appeared between him and Zhao Wenqi.

Under the traction of the qi engine, countless goose feathers and snow falling from the sky poured towards the fourteen silver spears.

"Lone will use the spear of this avenue to ask Your Excellency, the leader of the martial arts who has been invincible for twenty years!"

Li Hongtu's eyes burst into light, and his hand pushed forward.

With his movements, the fourteen silver spears wrapped in wind and snow all headed towards Zhao Wenqi.

……

When Li Hongtu turned into fourteen silver spears, Guo Yu in the rear was already dumbfounded.

"No, it's out of the ordinary, isn't it?"

Li Hongtu is very strong, Guo Yu knows. It was a fluke to be able to tie with him.

But strong is strong, and you can't go too far.

What kind of thing is this, fourteen spears come out with one move in your hand, which is different from those monks in those truth-cultivation books who can sacrifice magic weapons to attack?!

First, Zhao Wenqi killed a hundred people with a sword, and then Li Hong's sacrificial weapon...

Can the son pass, can the battle be fought?

"What a fast gun."

Just when Guo Yu sighed that the world had changed, Chen Jianzhao praised on the side: "I have heard that King Yong has the name of a fast gunner, and it is really an eye-opener to see it today." ”

"Does this have anything to do with the fast gun? Are you sure this isn't a fucking transmogrification artifact? ”

"What transmogrification artifact?"

"It's fine

, you go on. ”

Chen Jianzhao, who was a little confused, said: "The speed of King Yong's fourteen shots is far better than Fang Cai's seven shots. The extreme speed combined with the gun's momentum makes the shadow of each shot feel like substance. And we look as if King Yong directly conjured a bunch of guns as soon as he raised his hand. ”

"I always feel like you're talking serious nonsense."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden change in front of them.

……

Fourteen spears burst out, and their momentum was extremely fast. In front of them, it is as if everything is vulnerable, and the slightest touch of them will tear them apart.

Zhao Wenqi is naturally not so fragile.

The sharp sword light rose from the ground, and under the impact of that powerful sword qi, the fourteen swift silver spears suddenly began to shake and fall.

"Bang!"

The silver spear at the front exploded directly, and countless white snow burst up.

Then came the second shot, the third shot.

A series of thirteen bullet shadows were all shattered, but the swift spears on them did not collapse.

Li Hongtu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, all the guns converged on the last silver gun.

The silver spear in his hand, named White Horse, turned into a streamer, carrying a terrifying majesty, and was handed straight forward.

"Bell!!"

The ancient sword and the silver spear collided together, making an earth-shattering bang.

Although Li Hongtu's shot was quite alarming, it still failed to make any difference.

Li Hongtu only felt a sharp pain in his right hand, and the tiger's mouth cracked directly, and the silver-white gun in his hand was stained with a lot of blood.

The strong sword qi broke through the gun's momentum and directly hit him, and this time, Li Hongtu had no strength to return to the gun to defend.

There was a tooth-aching sound between the soles of his feet and the ground, and his whole body was pushed more than ten feet away.

Although he was not directly beaten out like Long Aotian, Li Hongtu's appearance was still very embarrassed.

The silver armor he was wearing was torn and tattered, and his helmet had flown nowhere.

The meticulously groomed black hair was spread out, and the handsome face that could have made countless women scream was now covered with blood.

Spat out another mouthful of blood, Li Hongtu stuck the silver spear into the ground in front of him.

He held on to his gun and gasped.

Strong, too strong.

Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't hurt Zhao Wenqi in the slightest.

But even though there is a huge difference in strength between them, the look in Li Hongtu's eyes did not waver at all.

"I remember!"

Chen Jianzhao, who was watching the battle from the rear, suddenly clapped his hands and said, "It's the spear of the avenue!" ”

"Didn't the fast gunner just shout out, why are you surprised now?"

Seeing Guo Yu's disapproving look, Chen Jianzhao said with a strange face: "Should you... Don't know what the Spear of the Avenue is, right? ”

"I know what it does."

“… What is the difference between those who use guns and those who don't know the guns of the avenue and those who don't know the God of Wealth who do business? ”

Perhaps aroused by Chen Jianzhao's interest, Guo Yu asked, "The spear of the Great Dao you said, is it in its mouth?" ”

“… The spear of the avenue is the former

The Tang royal family's unique skills are known as the holy book of gunline and the peerless marksmanship of the world's first gun. ”

Chen Jianzhao explained: "To have this title, its power is naturally needless to say, it is rumored that after practicing to the extreme, it can stab forty-nine shots in an instant." ”

"But again, this marksmanship requires a lot of talent and tenacity, and it can be said that it is very difficult to practice it. Even the Tang royal family, which has excellent martial arts talents, few people can learn this Great Dao Spear. And after the fall of the Tang Kingdom, no one in Kyushu could do it. ”

Chen Jianzhao looked up at Li Hongtu, who was standing with a gun, and sighed: "I really didn't expect to see this long-lost mastery here today. ”

Hearing Chen Jianzhao blow the spear of the Great Dao into the sky, Guo Yu's face became more and more solemn.

Don't look at Li Hong's embarrassed appearance, in all fairness, his shot is indeed amazing enough.

At least, I can't stop it.

But such an incomparably powerful shot was still broken by Zhao Wenqi's sword.

Looking at Zhao Wenqi, who had not even damaged the corners of his clothes, Guo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Yongjun on the other side saw that Li Hongtu was beaten like this, so he naturally wouldn't stand in place stupidly.

At the front of the Yongjun formation, hundreds of sharp soldiers picked up their weapons and rushed out with a roar.

The first few people dragged Li Hongtu, who was unwilling to leave, and retreated to the rear, and the remaining hundreds of armor went straight to Zhao Wenqi, who was guarding the palace gate alone.

"Stand down!"

The angry shouts exploded like thunder, and the footsteps of the Yongjun soldiers who had rushed out couldn't help but pause.

The burly armored man came to the front of the Yongjun and shouted to the angry warriors: "Go back!" ”

"General Qi..."

Several Yongjun warriors wanted to say something unconvinced, but after seeing Qi Shen's undeniable eyes, they had to give up.

When all those Yong troops retreated, only Qi Shen was left in front of Zhao Wenqi.

After Long Aotian and Li Hongtu were defeated one after another, the Shu spear king, the great master of Xiyong, finally stood up.

He flipped off his horse, carried the snake spear in one hand, and slowly walked to the number one in the world standing behind the first line.

Seeing this scene, the armor soldiers in the rear couldn't help but hold their breath one after another, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

This kind of scene is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Yongjun soldiers who had never followed Li Hongtu to rush into battle.

After Qi Shen walked not far in front of Zhao Wenqi, he stopped.

There was no nonsense, and the two of them shot at the same time very tacitly.

Sword and spear strike.

10,000 enemies against 10,000 enemies, a battle for grandmasters.