The silver-white general's order turned into a white light with Guo Yu's movements, and rushed straight towards Xiao Haiyang.

Tens of thousands of qi machines converged into a brave momentum, and then exploded violently, Xiao Haiyang, who was originally violent, suddenly stopped, and the spear he swung out was also in the air.

Xiao Haiyang only felt that his scalp was numb, this momentum was too terrifying, so terrible that he couldn't help but stop his movements.

"Impossible!"

Xiao Haiyang's face was hideous, he couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that this momentum was actually emanating from the Qi man gun opposite.

What does this mean?

Entering the potential, this hateful Qi person in front of him is the realm of entering the potential.

Xiao Haiyang's eyes were about to split, and the momentum that had already climbed to the peak was actually a little longer, and the green tendons on the hand holding the steel gun burst out. With Xiao Haiyang's shout, the steel gun crashed into the white light.

Under the suppression of General Guo Yu's order, Xiao Haiyang actually broke through his limit and stepped into the pinnacle of tiger power with one foot.

The moment he swung the gun, Xiao Haiyang thought that even if Guo Yu was really a master, he would not be able to block this shot. What's more, he can't be into the trend.

How many masters can there be in the whole Kyushu? Who else can reach the realm of power at the age of Guo Yu except for people like Guo Yi and Zhao Wenqi, who else can do it?

However, he soon realized that he was wrong, and the moment the general ordered his steel spear to be lit, the momentum directly hit him.

That is a real potential, and it is a means that can only be used when entering the realm of potential.

Xiao Haiyang only felt a flower in front of him, as if there were thousands of iron horsemen who were not afraid of death rushing towards him.

Rong horse marksmanship, brave spear, into battle.

The steel spear exploded into several sections in an instant, and one of them smashed on Xiao Haiyang's chest.

"Poof!"

Xiao Haiyang violently spat out a mouthful of blood, and the brave momentum rushed left and right in his body. Blood spilled from Xiao Haiyang's seven orifices, and his expression was painful.

However, this did not end, his steel spear did not make Guo Yu's movements pause in the slightest, the white spear tassels couldn't stop flying in the air, and the general order continued to stab Xiao Haiyang in the chest without hindrance.

"Bell!"

A blood-red figure burst out of the crowd, and the tasselless spear slammed into the general's order.

A huge force came from the silver spear, and then a bloody killing force broke through Guo Yu's bravery and pounced on Guo Yu's body.

Guo Yu's face was a little pale, and there was a rare solemn look on his face.

He grasped the general's order with both hands, and at the same time lifted the residual qi in his body and poured into the silver spear.

Guo Yu waved his hands, and the speed of his movements left behind afterimages. Following Guo Yu's movements, the general's order danced out an incomparably mysterious silver arc, and finally converged into an indestructible gun circle.

The bloody killing momentum pounced on the gun surrounding, and the two momentums, one white and one red, consumed each other.

Guo Yu's movements became slower and slower, and his face became more and more pale.

The color of the silver arc gradually lightened, and the bloody killing momentum became more and more faint.

With Guo Yu's last swing of the gun, the silver arc was gone, and the killing momentum was completely cracked by him.

Shi Yi pressed his hand on Xiao Haiyang's shoulder, removing the momentum in his body, and at the same time looked at Guo Yu with complicated eyes.

The Song sergeant on the field was already speechless with shock. Their partial general, Xiao Haiyang, couldn't even catch the opponent's move.

Even the blow of the god of war in their eyes, the blood general Shi Yi, was blocked by this little-known white-robed man casually with two strokes of the silver spear.

Guo Yu casually inserted the general order on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly: "What's the matter, after beating the small one, the big one will come again?" Isn't this vulgar plot tired? ”

Shi Yi didn't answer his words, just looked at him silently.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Guo Yu didn't say much, put his hands behind his back, and put on a master's head, and the atmosphere on the field became weird in the silence of the two.

Guo Yu is as stable as an old dog on the surface, but in fact, he is panicked. This big master doesn't really want to help his little brother get ahead, right?

Who can withstand this?

If it was his heyday, he would still dare to fight with Shi Yi. It doesn't matter what kind of blood general you have, General Khan's, enter the battle and greet it directly.

However, now his body is empty, and he has no strength left, and it is already very reluctant to just stand here, let alone use his hands.

If he hadn't lost his strength and couldn't carry the general's order, with his temperament, where would he stick it on the ground? A white robe and a silver gun, Dora style?

He had already used it three times a day to enter the battle, and just now in order to block Shi Yi's casual spear, he even forcibly exercised the second style of marksmanship that his father taught him.

Horse marksmanship, undefeated guns, a hundred battles.

If entering the formation is the ultimate of Guo Yu's current attack, then the hundred battles are the opposite, the limit of his defense.

I still remember that in order to let him practice this gun, my father made him stand in the snow in the winter, picked up a basin of water and poured it on him.

As a young man, he was drenched on the spot, curled up in the snow and shivering, and asked in a trembling voice, "Dad, why are you pouring water on me?" ”

The father replied with an unfathomable look: "You don't understand this, the second form of the horse spear technique is defense, which is the limit of skill and speed. When you practice, you can even do it without leaking when others pour water on you, so learn hard! ”

"That's it..."Guo Yu nodded as if he didn't understand: "Then father, can you give me the gun before splashing water next time?" ”

The ordinary-looking middle-aged man glanced at the silver spear in his hand and smiled a little embarrassedly. Then Guo Yu saw that his mother, who was quite weak on weekdays, raised her eyebrows, picked up the bucket at home and threw it on her father.

On that day, Guo Yu realized that his mother was so powerful.

On that day, Guo Yu realized that the original marksmanship had been practiced to the extreme, and he could really do it without leaking.

"Those of my generation who practice guns, as long as they have a gun in hand, nothing can get close."

The father, who was forced by his mother to throw away the general's order, and then splashed water by her, stood in the snow for half an hour, and said this to Guo Yu, who was holding a padded jacket and roasting the stove. Guo Yu still remembers that his father still had some ice on his face when he said this.

The reason why he dared to go to the battlefield without armor and only wear a white robe was because, in his tenth year of gun training, he could already do what his father did, even if someone poured a bucket of water on him, as long as a gun was in his hand, not a drop of water would fall on him.

The attacks that the armor can block will not fall on him, and as for the ones he can't block, the armor is useless.

This is Guo Yu's self-confidence.

Forcefully used a hundred battles to defuse Shi Yi's attack, and at the same time exhausted Guo Yu's last strength. Guo Yu only felt that his body weighed a thousand pounds at the moment, and his head was also dizzy, so he stood in place with his own strength.

He was invested in the Great Song Dynasty, which does not mean that he has to endure his brother's bullying by the Song people, Guo Yu used it for the third time in one day, and this is also the reason.

Even if he doesn't use the entry into the formation, Guo Yu thinks that although it will take some effort to defeat Xiao Haiyang, it is not difficult.

But he didn't want to win like that, what he wanted was to be clean and neat, and defeat Xiao Haiyang in the form of crushing, so that he could breathe a bad breath for Hou Jinyong.

His Guo Yu's brother can only wear women's clothes and cannot be beaten.

Shi Yi helped Xiao Haiyang and took steps silently.

Guo Yu gritted his teeth, straightened his waist with all his might, and looked at Shi Yi with his head held high.

He is the commander of the Sancheng Army, and he must not let his brothers down, let alone bow his head at such a time.

In the Sancheng army, Long Tao and Lu Ren silently clenched the weapons in their hands.

Wu Liao and Mei Shigan stood up from the commentary seat suddenly, startling Zhao Qingxuan, who was sitting on the side watching the play.

Hou Jinyong grabbed his spear and wanted to rush out of the crowd.

Chen Jianzhao had already raised the long knife in his hand, and an awe-inspiring sword intent quietly condensed.

Li Ran touched the black spear behind his back and stepped out.

One man, however, was quicker than they were.

A petite figure rushed in front of Guo Yu and stretched out his arm to block Guo Yu behind him.

Xiao Haiyang, who had originally improved his internal injuries, saw this scene and immediately spit out another mouthful of blood.

Zhao Qingyu's face was condensed, and a pair of apricot eyes looked directly at this powerful master who exuded a strong bloody aura.

Shi Yi's footsteps did not stop, helping Xiao Haiyang all the way.

The bloody aura was too strong, and Zhao Qingyu was a little scared.

But it's not that I'm afraid of Shi Yi, but I'm afraid that Shi Yi will directly attack the nasty ghost.

But she couldn't reprimand Shi Yi and let him back down. Shi Yi has been bloodied for the Great Song Dynasty for many years, and if she does that, it will chill the Great Song Jiashi present.

So she could only stand in front of Guo Yu and cover Guo Yu with her petite body.

Surprisingly, Shi Yi didn't make a move on Guo Yu, just paused slightly when he passed Guo Yu, and then left with Xiao Haiyang.

Zhao whispered a sigh of relief.

She knew how much Shi Yi valued Xiao Haiyang, if he really wanted to make a move on Guo Yu, Zhao Qingyu really didn't know how to stop him.

Zhao turned around softly, his face full of smugness: "Hmph, nasty ghost, how are you this time..."

Zhao's whispering voice stopped abruptly.

The nasty ghost in front of him silently raised his hand to cover his mouth, and a wisp of scarlet liquid flowed from between his fingers and dripped to the ground.

Zhao Qingyu has never seen such a Guo Yu, he has always been cynical, and he is the biggest annoyance of Lao Tzu in the world, and his face is so pale at the moment.

She couldn't help but panic a little, and shouted anxiously, "Nasty ghost, you..."

Guo Yu's eyes were dark, and he fell forward, only to feel that he had fallen into a warm embrace.

In the moment before he fell unconscious, he muttered, "It's so peaceful..."

(The end of the scattered city chapter, the next chapter will enter the pouring chapter)