The sword is like a star falling in Kyushu, and the gun is like a dragon in chaos.

Swords and guns are exchanged, Jin Ge is mingling, the afterimage is chaotic, and the spirit is tidal.

As soon as the two first handed, it was a white-hot state, guns and swords collided, the strength was intertwined, and the momentum was contended, and the two figures were floating in the open space in front of the temple, staggered and turned, and in a moment they had exchanged hundreds of moves.

With one move, people are like tigers, spears split mountains, stacked waves in the middle, the young man stepped on the stone pillar under his feet, and in the debris flying, he jumped up, his clothes moved like a ball, his arms were like dragons, and the spear was like an optimus pillar to the sea of clouds, and its momentum cracked into the air, bringing up the golden qi that was stirring into a tsunami, and smashed straight into Murong Fu who flew up to the roof.

Stepping on the position of the seven stars, the sword light is cold and dazzling, the lilac streamer exudes nobility and arrogance that is difficult to be strict, flowing and undulating, Murong Fu's figure flickered, the long sword was pulled, and the seven afterimages were born on the roof out of thin air in the wanton energy, accompanied by the shining sword light, like the seven stars in the sky, falling to the world.

"Seven Stars in the Night!" frowned, I didn't expect to see the top body of the Quanzhen Sect in the world of Tianlong, the starry sky, the young man's eyes swept over the three-star position of Tianji, Tianshu and Yuheng, his eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the falling momentum did not stop, and the gunfire was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, breaking through the air and smashing on the afterimage in Yuheng's position.

"Boom!"

With a roar, countless green tiles on the roof flew high in the wave of energy, crushed by the crazy intertwined energy, and shot around. As soon as the shot fell, the seven afterimages cracked inch by inch under the strength of the gun, but the figure under the gun barely held the spear smashed by the young man, but when it was hit by a flood, Murong Fu's feet collapsed, and the whole person had already smashed through the roof and fell into the temple.

"Humph!"

The battle intent in his eyes boiled, and the young man landed next to the huge hole in the roof, and was about to jump down to chase after the victory, but he saw that in the smoke and dust, three golden energies broke the dust and smoke, and they were blazing and roaring out.

Stepping diagonally, the figure flashed, avoiding the three fingers that burst out out of thin air, the young man's waist twisted, and the whole person was like a compass spinning, twisting and stepping on the tile, leaving the roof.

As soon as the young man's body left, the beams under his feet suddenly shattered, and a sky-high sword light rose from the sun, shattering the entire roof and rushing straight into the sky.

"King Kong finger power, white rainbow sun!"

muttered in a low voice in his heart, looking at Murong Fu who broke out of the room, the young man was in mid-air, his arms were twisted, the barrel of the gun was swirled, and he turned around to stab back.

"Whew!"

The gun swirled vigorously, and the Jin Gang around the young man burst out with the rotating tip of the gun, and the roaring golden Gang gas centered on the tip of the gun, condensing into a rapidly rotating golden transparent drill bit, like a poisonous dragon going out to sea and returning to the horse.

"Humph!" Thinking very highly of himself, he never wanted to be forced out of many martial arts by an unknown young man, and the cold light in Murong Fu's eyes, which was slightly embarrassed, jumped to the highest point, holding a sword in both hands, his arm was like an axe, and his blade was like a knife.

"Boom!"

There was another blasting sound, and above the sky, a long knife with more than ten zhang of strength condensed in an instant, shattering the long wind and flowing clouds, slashing down in Murong Fu's hand, and smashing Jin Gang's whirlwind.

At the moment when the two forces clashed, the manic energy that erupted suddenly seemed to be a hurricane tide born out of thin air, swept out, and the mighty and rushing aftermath directly lifted off the roofs of several surrounding houses, revealing the yellow-painted beams inside, neatly arranged.

The long knife shattered the wind and clouds, and also shattered the shot of the young man's backhand, in the face of the knife qi that did not give up and wanted to split himself in half, the young man's eyebrows were slightly Ling, his left arm threw the spear behind him, and his right arm did not retreat but advanced, and the almost condensed golden energy flowed wildly around him, and as he met it with one palm, half a golden bell shining with wisps of golden runes stopped in front of the young man.

"Buzz!"

The bell is ringing, like the sound of the morning of the ancient temple in the mountains, far away and open, and there is no dispute with the world.

The golden half-bell and the lilac long knife were wildly intertwined, and countless energies spread in all directions with the wisps of transparent ripples, but it was time to count the breaths, the icy sword strength and the heavy golden bell as a mountain killed each other, and dissipated into the sky with the smoke and dust that swept through the eight desolations.

Although he blocked the qi of the long knife, the huge impact generated by the shattering of the golden bell and the long knife still surged to the young man's side, and his right hand slapped at the aftermath of the mighty wave, and with the help of the anti-shock force, the young man's figure slid to the ground in embarrassment.

The moment the young man stopped his figure, he threw the gun backwards with both arms, and squatted on the ground with the gun, twisted his upper half behind him, and snatched it out like a dragon, just in the place where a little cold light appeared.

"Ding!"

The cold light was not in full bloom, and it was easily shattered by the young man, and as the sword light disappeared, Murong Fu's figure slowly appeared opposite the tip of the gun.

With doubts in his eyes, Murong Fu didn't expect that in this case, his transformation and transposition could almost be regarded as a silent attack, and the young man could actually find and block it, this young man was a rare rival!

Murong Fu admired the young man's reaction in his heart, but the young man was complaining, after all, Murong Fu was a master at the level of the Chengwu Realm, although his internal strength was not weaker than him, but the realm was too bad, even if Murong Fu did not use the mastery of "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift", he still had a big gap in the face of Murong Fu, who was bursting out with all his strength and cultivating a hundred martial arts. It seems that after easily defeating Bai Shijing, he had a little arrogance in his own thoughts, and underestimated this Murong Fu who would be amused by the third brother!

The hearts of the two of them were full of knots, but it was only a matter of a moment, and their subordinates did not pause for a moment.

Breaking the opponent's attack, the young man knew that his realm was far weaker than the opponent, if he was robbed by Murong Fu, his chances of wanting to turn the tables were extremely small, thinking of this, the young man's eyes flashed with wisps of fanaticism that could almost be called forgetting to die, and with a flick of his arm, on the spear, a few bewitching cold rays quietly bloomed, and he went with the gun to attack first.

"Humph!" The chill between his eyebrows became heavier and heavier, Murong Fu's wrist moved, the long sword was raised, and the sword light shone brightly, he pushed away the young man's spear, his footsteps flashed, and he stepped forward, wanting to get close to the white blade.

As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, the realm is already weak, how can the young man give up the advantage in the blade and give Murong Fu a chance to get close.

The figure is chaotic, the shadow of the gun is whistling, no matter how Murong Fu uses various body techniques, how to bully him, the young man can rely on three sets of body techniques to learn and easily open the distance, and take advantage of Murong Fu's unstable footing, throwing the gun like a whip, smashing a stick like an axe, and launching a counterattack.

If you want to fight in close combat, not only did you fail to achieve it, but instead buried all the advantages you have accumulated, Murong Fu can only give up the tempting idea of a quick battle, you can dodge one move, but a hundred moves and a thousand moves, can you still dodge!

The mentality changed, the original target was Murong Fu of Qiao Feng, but at this moment all his thoughts were on the young man, he had always been arrogant, defeating the opponent and tolerating the opponent, this is what he wanted, and he was on an equal footing with a young man who had never heard of it, sorry, he Murong Fu couldn't stand such an insult.