Chapter 120 The Broken Gun Is Hard to Continue

Chen Baichuan pinched the flesh of his arm, and sure enough, the pain dispelled a lot of addiction to the voice of the person in the sedan chair. The other party estimated what method he used, and a simple sentence could hook people's hearts, which was really terrifying.

After Chen Baichuan regained consciousness, he shouted: "The sedan chair is the demon girl of Qingguo, put away your demon method, otherwise the sword will be ruthless." ”

The shouts were like thunder, blasting into the ears of the fallen people around them, pulling them out of the demon magic of the demon girl in the sedan chair. Steward Lu's old face turned red after he became conscious, after all, his hair was already gray, and he was still under the temptation of a woman, which was really disrespectful to the old man.

In fact, he can't blame him, he saw the woman in the sedan chair with his own eyes, and with the voice, all that appeared in his mind was the figure and face of a woman.

Chen Baichuan saw that the people around him came to his senses, and sighed with emotion that it was just demon magic, not immortal law. He just watched the people around him fall into a trance, and he couldn't help but palpitate. If there really is a person in the world who can make people fascinated at first sight and be a cow and a horse, then what kind of world do men still fight, and it is good to line up and go to be a ghost under the peony flower together.

Before he could finish sighing, the old man Zhan, who had been silent along the way, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You really came." ”

It was obvious that his words were said to the people in the sedan chair, and Old Man Zhan's solemn tone made Chen Baichuan deeply uneasy, could it be the person who could make Old Man Zhan look at it? A smile like a silver bell rang out, smelling the soul. Chen Baichuan took a deep breath, he doubted whether the person in the sedan chair was an online game player, and focused his talent on charm.

"Zhan Ruichong, your guns are broken, can you still fight with me?"

Old man Zhan didn't reply, and slowly untied the fabric tied to the broken gun. The cold light flickered at the head of the gun, which was directed towards the woman's palanquin.

When Old Man Zhan raised the broken gun, his usual madness was swept away, and at this moment there was only solemnity and solemnity on his face.

Chen Baichuan noticed early on that his gun was broken, but didn't ask why. The gun was killed, but the old man Zhan was still alive. Chen Baichuan believes that people at the level of Old Man Zhan disdain to make a living, and there must be a wonderful passage that can make the storyteller talk at the mouth.

Old man Zhan pointed his toes on the horse's back, and the whole person flew towards the sedan chair like a light swallow, the tip of the gun glowed with cold light, pointing directly at the sedan chair. But when he really got to the front of the sedan chair, he didn't dare to drive the gun into it and stopped outside.

"You still don't dare."

"Hmm."

"Are you afraid of death?" "Hmm."

Old man Zhan stood alone in front of the sedan chair, straightening his waist and not having the slightest expression on his face.

His heart was afraid, and the gun in his hand trembled just as he was about to stab the woman. The gun in his hand is afraid of this woman, or the gun in his hand is afraid of this woman.

The master has made a move, and the victory or defeat is between one breath. Old man Zhan knew that he had only a 10% chance of winning against the woman in the sedan chair, and the fear in his heart had also lost this chance. If he shoots, he will surely die. So he was scared, even more afraid.

No one would have thought that a famous man would be afraid of death, and the guardian of Chen Guojianghu would be afraid of death.

Old man Zhan couldn't let people know that he was afraid of death.

With one shot, he stabbed a shot into the palanquin.

He was like every starry night and every morning, not to kill the enemy, not to live or die, just to stab a shot. A shot that has been tempered for several decades, and the shadows of thousands of shots are fused into this shot.

Old man Zhan shot quickly and steadily, and the tip of the gun, which was as fast as lightning, tore the curtain on the sedan chair and leaned towards the people in the sedan chair.

This shot surprisingly did not encounter any obstacles, nor did it touch a single hair of the enemy.

Old man Zhan was like an enraged lion, and after a roar, the entire palanquin was torn apart by his gun. The sedan body on the top of the sedan fell to the ground, revealing the people inside.

Seeing this scene, Chen Baichuan, who was riding on a horse behind, had a wry smile on his lips, and he saw a little clue. With his vision, he could also see that Old Man Zhan was at a disadvantage, so Old Man Zhan was really likely to die.

He remembered that on the first night this old man arrived at the Imperial Capital Chen Mansion, the two of them talked a lot. Old man Zhan said that he was going to die, at that time, Chen Baichuan didn't believe that the second in the world said that he would die, and Old Man Zhan replied like this: "The second is the first in line." ”

The identity of this woman is about to be revealed.

She came, and the old man Zhan with the broken gun was not at his peak, and it was indeed a mortal situation.

And the woman's appearance was not inferior to her voice. This kind of stunning color is the first in the world.

Chen Baichuan could hear the men around him panting, and although they controlled themselves not to be blinded by desire, the instinct of their bodies still put them in a situation where their blood was pumping.

pinched her thighs hard, Chen Baichuan kept herself from indulging in her hypocritical appearance like everyone else, behind her beauty is often a femme fatale, not to mention that this woman can climb to the position of an invincible martial arts opponent, I believe that it is not only by appearance.

Personally brought the crossbow machine captured by Heifeng Village, Chen Baichuan pressed the mechanism, and a crossbow arrow shot out. The crossbow bolt is like Old Man Zhan's gun, fast as lightning and unstoppable.

This is also the last bit of help that Chen Baichuan can provide to Old Man Zhan, he knows that the purpose of a woman is definitely herself.

"Whoosh."

How would she respond to the arrow?

Chen Baichuan didn't find out where she hid her weapon. It was unlikely that she had hidden a broadsword in her thin clothes, and she would have spat out white silk from her cuffs and entwined the arrows into pieces.

Chen Baichuan thought about it for a long time and felt that it was impossible, this is the real world, no matter how powerful a martial arts person is, at most he has reached the state of "superman", and he is still human in essence.

Spit out the white silk from the cuff, and spit out the sword light from the tip of the sword.

It's all too mysterious.

The next scene made Chen Baichuan dumbfounded, this is too mysterious!