Stop, collar, close, tie, turn, hook, hang, twist, wind, flash, sweep, dial, split, block, cover, advance, retreat, follow, tremble, point!

The clothes are flying, the dust is flying, the two are staggered, the figures are flickering, and the sound of Jin Ge is buzzing, the wind is breaking the air, and the ears are piercing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info saw the spear in the hands of the two of them, hooking up and down, round as one, one move and one style, bit by bit, like an antelope hanging horns, difficult to find traces. Between the collisions, the two momentum steam up, straight into the underworld, competing against each other, flashing edges, and like two armies fighting, life and death are forgotten, and they are indomitable.

The guns flickered like stars, the shadows of the guns were scattered into the wind, and the people were united with the guns, turning and dancing like dragons.

The silver gun in hand, the young man has long been lazy and leisurely in his usual days, in the flow of silver light, the spear turned into a white rainbow, one pick, two in, three blocks, four splits, five supports, six pulls, the move is fierce, the gun art leaves no room for all, all the way to attack.

The silver spear is churning, and in the flowers, the gun pierces the power of the rolling bean, or refers to the head, or pierces the face, and the straight sweep of the thousands of troops just against the gang, hard to hard, unconsciously, fall into the downwind.

If you talk about gun art, you have been obsessed with guns for several years of penance, and at this time it has surpassed the twilight. Dividing, entanglement, pasting, holding guns, measuring guns, lining guns, man and gun integration, sweeping thousands of troops between flexible advance and retreat, the gun road is sometimes fierce, sometimes round and soft.

I saw that the sweeping army was sweating profusely, and in the face of the critical situation, he was still unwilling to hold on and wait, and he was still like a tiger descending the mountain and kept attacking. Although the situation has fallen into disadvantage, his momentum is not weaker at all.

The spear is galloping, the wind hugs the pillar, the chopping is like an axe, the tide is hitting the waves, just like the phoenix spreads its wings and flies, the swallow grabs the nest to sleep, and the moves are advancing and retreating, sweeping thousands of troops The progress of these years is all displayed in front of the young man who selflessly pushed himself.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the moon is like practice, it seems that in this spear and spear, the originally gentle moonlight is affected by the momentum of the two uncontrollable forces, and it becomes sharp and leaky, and the chill is cold.

If the battle between Long Haotian and Ye Changqing is a dragonfly between swordsmen, a duel on the shore of the West Lake, and a painting of the scenery in the weeping willows, then the battle between the dusk and the sweeping army is the life-and-death game of the old army.

The competition between the two, the players around them were swaying, and they couldn't help but indulge in this Jin Ge Iron Horse, and it seemed that following these two spears, riding the wind, shuttling through the battlefield, shuttling between swords and swords.

It is not a chess opponent, but the two who will meet a good talent, one side has a slight advantage in gun skills, and the other side is directly crushed by the realm, for the final victory or defeat of this competition, in fact, everyone already knows it.

By the time the sweeping army had demonstrated all the progress of this period in front of dusk, the two had fought nearly a thousand moves.

Feeling the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies slipped slightly, the spear took off, there was nothing new, the corners of the mouth at dusk hooked, the silver spear in his hand tightened, and the silver light roared, the internal strength torrent in the body suddenly burst out, and a little pale golden liugang had covered the silver spear.

"Bang..."

One force down ten will, the dusk of Fu Gang Chenggang, not leaving hands, a simple move "force split Huashan", a shot down, although with skills to sweep thousands of troops can easily take this move, but can not resist the rush from the spear Gang Jin, only to hear a muffled sound, suffered from the sudden impact of the Gang Jin swept thousands of troops momentum dropped, people have been unable to stop retreating again and again.

Taking advantage of the victory and pursuing, the dusk, which had already occupied the absolute upper hand, stepped forward, and the pear blossoms flew down, sweeping thousands of troops.

However, dozens of moves, the overwhelmed spears that swept thousands of armies could not keep up with their own ideas, and in the interval between being repulsed by the upper moves, in the face of a shot thrown by the dusk, the spears that swept thousands of armies were too late to block.

"Poof..."

The two figures were stunned, just like back then, the sweeping army spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air, and was directly swept out of the field by dusk.

Stopping to stop the gun, the victorious dusk twisted his hands, a silver gun turned into two short sticks again, playing with the two short sticks at will, dusk returned to a lazy state, his eyes were blurred, and he smiled at the sweeping army that got up from the ground.

Although defeated, but after a hearty battle, the sweeping army was not disappointed at all, but a face of excitement, casually wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, swept the thousand army suppressed the boiling in his heart, looked at the young man with red eyes, and said: "Your gun skills..."

"Hey, you found out..." From Mu Nianci's hands, he turned out to be handsome and threw out the package just now, Dusk rewrapped his blade, and then carried it to his back, feeling the undisguised joy in the tone of the sweeping Qianjun, he shrugged helplessly, and Dusk said without concealing it: "This young man is not like you, he has only been addicted to guns in the past few years, and I have only dabbled slightly in gun art, and you can surpass me in this regard, in fact, it is normal!" ”

Hearing Dusk personally admit that his skills were inferior to others, and admit that his gun skills had surpassed this boy, he only felt a wave of heat starting from his heart, and instantly surging like a flood, flowing to every corner of his body. At this moment, he just wanted to raise the sky and roar, vent the excitement and excitement in his heart, he had suffered for so long, and he had not eaten in vain!

Supporting the swept army that was a little out of normalcy excitedly, the sorrow and the corners of his eyes slipped, and even Xiaoxiang Luoyu, a girl who was smart, looked at the dusk with a sense of war. After all, back then, the three of them, like Sweeping Qianjun, were defeated by teenagers in the field they were best at.

The rising fighting intent of the three of them made Dusk's heart Ling, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, these guys really haven't played on the house for three days, and their gun skills are not what they are best at, but in terms of fists and feet, Dusk still doesn't believe that all the players in this Jianghu can compare to him.

Although the three of them have the heart to compete with Dusk, it is a pity that this is not Tianlong Temple, but Peach Blossom Island, which is the home of the Eastern Evil Yellow Pharmacist, even if the three of them have the support of a lamp master, they dare not casually interrupt the Yellow Pharmacist to choose a son-in-law for his precious daughter!

Retreat to the sidelines, hide the figure in the bamboo shadow at dusk, ignore Xiao Lone's complicated gaze, relax your mind, and enjoy the next two fights.

Broken Ash is the head of the Nine Cloth Clothes of the Beggar Gang, and he is considered the top character among the players, but if he faces Ouyang Ke, he has no hope of winning.

Ouyang Ke was defeated by Guo Jing's understatement of one or two moves, plus Sister Rong ignored her and ridiculed her wantonly, but she was obedient and infatuated with Guo Jing's stupid boy, Ouyang Ke had already harbored a fire in his heart, and when he met a disciple of the beggar gang, he had an outlet to vent his anger, and he naturally would not show mercy.

As a result, everyone saw a combat drill about blood abuse.

As soon as it came up, it was a fierce attack, less than ten moves, and the shattered ash that was suppressed without the power of the backhand, was hit by Ouyang Ke's real palm in the chest, and immediately vomited blood and retreated, his momentum was sluggish, he fell to the ground, and after struggling a few times, he fainted.

Fortunately, although Ouyang Ke was angry, he also cared about Hong Qigong's presence, so he didn't make a dead move, but even so, it was enough to bear the ashes...