"Bang!"

Guo Yu, who fell heavily on the ground, slowly stood up.

I have to say that after several battles such as Dumping Yu and Tianwei Pass, Guo Yu is becoming more and more resistant to beating, even under Zhao Wenqi, after being beaten several times in a row, he can still stand up again.

Of course, it's not that Guo Yu is stronger than the grandmaster.

The reason why he is still alive at this moment is estimated to be related to the giant sword on Zhao Wenqi's head.

Since the appearance of the sword of luck, Zhao Wenqi's strength has obviously decreased a lot.

The fact that I have survived until now is the best proof of this.

However, it is only alive.

"Poof!"

The blood stained Guo Yu's clothes, which had already turned crimson, even darker, Guo Yu held the gun with his right hand, and wiped it on his face with his left hand.

The surrounding fire became more and more intense, and the heavy snow did not affect it in the slightest, and even the inner hall of the Qi Palace's palace in front of him did not know when the flames ignited.

If it drags on a little longer, I'm afraid that everyone in the palace will have to participate in the funeral.

However, the shouting behind Guo Yu never stopped.

The Qi army, which was aware of the Song army's intentions, completely ignored the surrounding fire at this moment and went all out to intercept it. In the face of them who risked their lives, Song Yong's two armies really couldn't get out for a while, and the battle situation was stalemate.

If Zhao Wenqi is allowed to rush into the formation now, then the Song army will definitely face annihilation.

Guo Yu stood up straight and pointed his gun at Zhao Wenqi again.

"For the sake of you being a martial arts genius, I've kept my hand again and again."

While Zhao Wenqi slowly stepped forward, he said: "If you don't get out of the way, even if your surname is Guo, I will kill you as such."

Guo Yu didn't understand the connection between Zhao Wenqi not killing himself and his surname Guo, but at this time, he didn't have the heart to think about that.

Guo Yu grinned and said, "Since Your Excellency cherishes the seedlings of martial arts, why don't you leave here?" After all, the 10,000 people behind me are all good faces for martial arts. ”

"I have someone I have to kill."

"It's not good to fight and kill, if I were you, I would immediately turn around and go back, after all, the big sword monster on the top of the head is scary, who knows if the sword will suddenly fall when killing, if you lose your life in order to kill a few people, how much is it worth?"

"Retreat, or die."

Zhao Wenqi, who knew that he didn't have much time left, would not go to fight with Guo Yu.

"Tsk, why is it so horizontal, isn't it good to chatter?"

"Huh!"

Zhao Wenqi swung out a sword, and his powerful sword qi rushed straight towards Guo Yu.

Guo Yu, who had been secretly guarding himself for a long time, immediately danced the general order in his hand, and countless silver arcs appeared in front of him in an instant.

However, Guo Yu couldn't even catch a sword from Zhao Wenqi in the half-saint realm, how could he stop him who was already a saint now?

Although Zhao Wenqi also kept this sword, it was still a few points heavier than before. Guo Yu unexpectedly flew upside down more than ten zhang away, and then fell to the ground.

Zhao Wenqi glanced at Guo Yu, who was lying on the ground, as if he had passed out, and continued to walk forward.

The reason why he didn't kill Guo Yu was of course part of his identity as the son of the god of war, but the main reason was because of his master.

I learned it myself

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After he became a monk, the master specially instructed him not to kill people surnamed Guo.

At that time, Zhao Wenqi was very surprised.

There are more people with the surname Guo in the world, how does he know what other people's surnames are? Could it be that when you kill someone in the future, you have to ask the other party's name first?

Faced with his own doubts, the master just said that it was enough not to kill the people surnamed Guo that he knew.

Although he didn't know the reason, Zhao Wenqi still responded to it.

He still only knows two people with the surname Guo.

It just so happened that they were still a father and son.

Of course, during the siege of Qizhou that year, Zhao Wenqi did not leave his hand, after all, if he was a little careless at that time, it was he who died.

But fortunately, the god of war did not die after all.

And today, in the face of this son of the god of war, Zhao Wenqi naturally can't kill without killing.

Zhao Wenqi took two more steps, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

In front of him, Guo Yu, who had turned into a bloody man, trembled and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Originally... I thought I was... This time... I finally don't have to be beaten..."

Guo Yu, who gasped for breath and bared his teeth because of the pain, said: "As a result, I still couldn't escape."

Although he was slightly surprised by Guo Yu's perseverance, Zhao Wenqi still said in a deep voice: "You must die?"

He raised the sky and pointed directly at Guo Yu's front door, as if to say, if you don't retreat, you will definitely die with the next sword.

Where could Guo Yu want to die.

He wanted to live more than anyone else.

After living for twenty years, this was his first trip out of the city. Everything was in such a hurry that he hadn't seen many things yet.

He has not seen the prosperity of the first city in the world.

He had never experienced the wind and snow in the far north.

There is also the dead city of Qi'an, where hundreds of thousands of soldiers are buried; let his father plant the Xiongcheng Yudu; The ancient city of Gusu, which stands in the south of the world of beautiful nails...

He hadn't been to any of these places yet.

What's more, he hasn't found Xiaoice yet, and he hasn't fulfilled the promise he made as a child.

There are many, many things he hasn't done, where is he willing to die?

His father became the general of the Song Kingdom, and left such a prestigious name as the Great Song Dynasty Army God in Kyushu, and as the son of the God of the Army, he failed to succeed in the army, and died hastily without leaving any name, which is so embarrassing.

In the future, there is no way to write anything in the history books, the tiger father and the dog son, a flash in the pan, and the gold and jade are ruined and so on.

Who can withstand this kind of thing engraved on the pillar of shame?

He must not die.

But he can't retreat, if he gets out of the way, it will be good if the ten thousand people behind him can run out.

In that case, he only has...

Guo Yu put down the general's order obliquely, held the tail end of the gun with his right hand, and his eyes on his blood-covered face seemed to be burning with flames.

The only way to do this is to kill Zhao Wenqi!

Seeing his movements and feeling the air flow around him that was gradually raging, Zhao Wenqi's eyes suddenly widened.

This trick is very familiar to him.

In Qi'an that year, the Northern Song Dynasty military god used this shot to break through his sword qi, and then stabbed him.

Zhao Wenqi only felt that the blood that had been silent for a long time in his heart suddenly ignited, and his steps became slower and slower, as if he was waiting

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Wait for Guo Yu to make a move.

"Poof!"

Guo Yu spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He was already seriously injured, and he could still withstand this fury at this moment.

As he vomited blood, the gathering momentum began to dissipate.

Guo Yu's eyes showed a little unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth, activated the qi in his body again, and frantically poured true qi into the general's order.

Even if his body can't bear it, even if he doesn't master it well, he must use this shot.

If you use it, the outcome is unknown, and if you don't use it, you will definitely die.

He doesn't want to die!

Guo Yu's eyes lit up suddenly.

Miraculously, the original turbulent true qi no longer converged on the general's order, and the original violent gunfire also stabilized, replaced by a strong emotion.

That's right, there are emotions that are constantly emanating from the general's orders.

That was Guo Yu's heart's wish.

Sincerity is the golden stone for opening, even if it is a wish, after it is strong to the extreme, it may not be able to turn into power.

Isn't the so-called Tao also faith?

Holding the barrel of the gun, Guo Yu strode forward, and the whole person jumped in the air.

The general's order shone with a silver-white light, and in mid-air, Guo Yu, who was holding the barrel of the gun tightly in his hand, smashed down with one shot.

Rong horse marksmanship, the spear of willingness, worship the general.

With the support of the desire to survive in his heart, Guo Yu actually used the real third shot of Rong Ma by chance.

The light almost made people unable to open their eyes, and the strong gunfire made people even more timid.

In the face of such a shot, Zhao Wenqi did not hesitate to shoot with all his might.

The bright sword light rose to the sky, straight to Guo Yu's worship style!

"Bell !!"

Under the shock of momentum, Zhao Wenqi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body couldn't help but lean back, and finally took half a step back.

Although he was carrying the Heavenly Dao suppression right now, it was undeniable that this was the first time in his life that he had been repelled.

Even if it's only half a step.

"Bang!"

The general ordered to fly high, but Guo Yu smashed directly on the ground, and the whole person was almost embedded in the ground, unable to move.

Although he looks embarrassed, I have to say that he can make Zhao Wenqi take half a step back, and he is proud enough. But Guo Yu at this moment is not in such a mood.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Still lost.

After all, there are not so many miracles in this world, and many things cannot be done with a single shout.

The gap between the Holy Realm and the Entering Momentum cannot be made up after all, even if he resorts to worship, he can't let Zhao Wenqi hurt a little bit.

This time, it might really be the end of it...

"That's a good shot." Zhao Wenqi sighed with emotion: "It's better than your father back then..."

"Fuck your fart, Lao Tzu was much better than him!"

A big hand grabbed the silver spear that fell from the sky, and the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance swaggered into the entrance, and said to Guo Yu who was surprised: "This worship will let you use it sparsely, and some of you will learn it." I'll play it for you again, you can see it, besides..."

"By the way, look at how you beat the number one in the world!"

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